SYAHDU (Contract Sleep Friends)
Towards the Village Bebatu

...PoV Arga Alexander's...

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I lit a cigarette while waiting for Ibra's long presence. Half an hour later, the plane was about to take off, but the boy's nose was not yet visible.

I looked up at the morning sky. A wisp of smoke came out as I exhaled. Maybe this will be the last cigarette before meeting Syahdu in his village. I've also prepared some mint candies to get rid of the smell of cigarettes. Don't let him smell that scent from my breath later.

I stared at a cigarette that was almost gone between my fingers. I used to not be so opiate on cigarettes. But since Syahdu left me, cigarettes became my friend until finally I was difficult to escape from it. When Syahdu returned, I was ready to stop. But in the end I still sucked even a day.

I put out my cigarette and throw it in the trash. I put on a face mask when I feel like some people are already watching me.

Ck. Fuck the Ibra. It's still a mess what about? If the ticket wasn't in his hands, I would have gone in and checked in.

"Heyyy! Heh. Belom's late, right!"

Ibra came up from behind me with a loud breath.

"A long time lo. Udah, come on spit!" I didn't give him a chance to breathe. I grabbed my backpack and walked into the airport door.

After checking in, we waited for a while at the departure gate. I sat staring at the phone screen. My message has been sent but not read. Why, huh? Is Syahdu angry because I smoke?

"Waiting aja lo. Meet soon too." Ibra was sitting next to me giving me a can of soda. "Nih, Syahdu nanyain lo again. Did I just say we're going there?"

I immediately grabbed Ibra's phone. I checked the chat between the two of them.

Heh. Damnit. Syahdu replied to Ibra's message but didn't even read my message. I also read slowly the messages between Ibra and Syahdu.

"Damn. Since when do I spread the charm of the same chick, nyet?" Ah, is this why Syahdu did not reply to my message? Because of Ibra's crazy message. I feel like punching that kid if he's not my best friend.

"Wahaha. I swear, I'm just kidding. Time because of the situation Syahdu directly sulk!"

Hhh! He laughed so clearly. He thinks he's kidding. Does he know how Syahdu responded?

"Lo tuh, if I send a photo I can bagusan little bit, anyway?" I then grumbled while sliding the screen of Ibra's phone. The random, unkempt photo the boy sent clearly made me angry. Though he can say before taking pictures so that I can look more handsome there.

"In the eyes of Syahdu, want to lo kayak upil also he demen and ngangge lo handsome!"

I ignored him because I was focusing on reading my lover's messages.

"Oh, so you're the one who's pumping my girl to change profile picture??"

Ibra again. "It's rapping muke you to the screen." He then docked towards me. "Smuck what, anyway."

I immediately pulled back her phone so she couldn't see it.

"The exact photo." I had Ibra take candid photos from her phone. Then send it to Syahdu. My smile expanded after rereading the message I sent. But Syahdu's reply made me smile, replaced with a wide laughter Ibra beside me who secretly peeked at the phone in my grasp.

The sound of an airport announcement was heard. I threw my phone at Ibra and went straight to Gate with my backpack. As for Ibra, she was still content to laugh at me back there.

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On the plane, I looked. Actually last night I got an email from someone who seemed to know me and Syahdu a long time ago. But I don't know who sent me this message.

"Think what else, anyway. Your recent feelings become dreamy."

I turned to Ibra who was reading a casual magazine.

"Last night I got a message from a stranger. He said, I need to take Syahdu to the pskiater."

"Huh? Is Syahdu crazy?"

I looked up at Ibra. His mouth spoke of Syahdu.

"People who go to the theater don't mean crazy!"

"Lha, why did he send Syahdu there for what?"

"The bottom line, I must bring Syahdu even though he did not seem sad. Why did he know about the old Syahdu guy, huh?" I was wondering about that too. The sender of the message must know Syahdu and Wicak well.

"Prankster, kali. You know, the story of lo betiga tuh, famous on campus first." Ibra cleared her throat then started to make a sound as if she was a mastermind.

"Wicak and Syahdu dated for 7 years. Then came Arga who secretly stole Syahdu's heart. Then Wicak beat Arga because he knew the relationship of the two people. Wicakpun died by a truck, after which Syahdu disappeared and never appeared again to earth. The dead love Arga was looking for Syahdu through the song until 7 years passed, they met again."

Asem. Thankfully, no one was horrified. I sighed, probably right too, this is a prankster. Although somehow I think, the sender of this message gives valid information about Syahdu.

Not wanting to reflect much, I also covered my ears with headphones. Listening to the songs while turning a blind eye, waiting for this plane to land on Borneo.

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I'm actually nervous. Was my arrival welcomed by Syahdu or vice versa? What if he gets angry with me and drives me home?? Argh..

At this time, we were on a bus to the town of Bebatu. The distance has been 4 hours and I can see a welcome speech on the side of the road.

I clicked again. Many times I pushed Ibra's head against my shoulder. Along the way he slept soundly while I had trouble closing my eyes, pounding to meet Syahdu in the village where he locked himself.

Ah, finally. After a long journey I was able to touch the city where Syahdu first saw me become a famous singer in one of the cafe in this city.

We also came down. I began to be confused because Syahdu only stories his journey to reach this city. How to get to his village?

"Oh, my goodness. My bone cake is about to fall off!" Complain Ibra. His appearance was not good this morning.

"Where are we going? You know the way, right?"

"I think Syahdu once said that from this city about 3 hours away." I said and immediately made Ibra's face in shock instead of playing.

"Crazy! 3 More hours??"

I ignored him and met a middle-aged father who was leaning back while smoking in his car.

"Sir, excuse me."

The father stood up and threw away the cigarette butts that he had held since.

"Ee.. If you want to go to Bebatu village, what ride, sir?"

"Bebatu Village? Take the freight that's there." He pointed at a place a little far away.

"But it only left ten minutes ago. You guys should wait another hour. The transport's only once an hour."

Sounded ******* a subtle* of Ibra's lips standing behind mine.

"O father, can you anther? I paid a lot of nothing."

The man looked at me from top to bottom. "It costs a lot." Said later.

"How, sir?"

"Two million."

"Crazy. Fare what two million." Celeh Ibra.

"Deal."

"Huh? Hoi, don't dal del yourself." Whisper Ibra.

"Udah, you calm down. Than riding the angkot mending up this, right." I said to him who then followed even though his face was full of probing looking at the father.

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