The Journey, vol.11: The Occurence

“You’re not with her anymore? Since when? How come?” Abdul finishes his meal, then drank his juice.

I went to silence. I put away my unfinished meal. The joy flew away just right with the moment of that name has spoken even I’ve forgotten since long ago.

“You can say, our relationship can’t be through anymore because one and another things. And, we’re agreed to end it.” I answered diplomatically.

“But, you’ve always said that, you wanted her to be your last?”

“Yes, I had. But she might not be thinking the same thing. She might not wanted me to be her last.”

“But.. but.. when you’re in high school, you look so matches!”

I smiled. Trying to give my mask which is showing that I’m fine, even the memories made the old wound in my heart ripped again. Hurts. Painful. But for an old friend like Abdul, I’m surely can’t show him my pain.

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The Journey, vol.10: The Meatballs, The Noodle, and The Strawberry Juice

Abdul seems to know exactly the Bandung’s city map, so in less than 30 minutes his car arrived to the Upper Dago from the train station. He stopped his car on a park ground of small restaurant which is written “Badali, Original Sundanese Meatballs”. Well, it’s been a long time a go since my last time eaten Sundanese meatballs.

“Let’s get a table for us.” Abdul asked me while he went out the car first. I followed him then, carrying my backpack since there is my precious laptop. And the suitcase I left it on the car trunk.

Abdul already has been served by the front office, and he seems to discuss the table. And, the service officer nodding her head, while his hand showed to a table which is a little bit inside. Abdul returned his body, looked at me, and waved his hand and calling me.

I accelerate my walk from the car. Getting into the direction where Abdul went to, a table which was showed by the resto’s crew.

“Here’s the menu, Sir. If you’re ready to make an order, please call me, Rani.” Said the waitress while giving 2 sets of menu. Abdul was sat down when I arrived on the table.

Not long enough, the waitress went away, and I sat on the chair across Abdul.

“What do you want to eat, Bil?” Abdul asked while reading the menu.

“I think a portion of meatballs and noodle is great, Dul. Or you had another suggestions?” I answered while reading the menu also.

“Mmm.. it’s good though. In this place, all the meatballs were great. So that’s why I got you here. And what do you want for the drink?”

“I’d prefer strawberry juice of course. All of Bandung’s strawberries were good, right?” I put the menu to the table. Abdul looked at me for a while.

“I think you’re right. It’s been a while since my last time I drank strawberry juice.”

Abdul waved his hand and a waitress came by again. Rani. The waitress which gave us the menu.

“Ready to make an order, Sir?” Rani asked. She’s carrying out her mini notes and a pencil.

“Yes, please. I’d like to order two original strawberry juices, one dry noodles and a full tendon meatballs, and one special meatballs and noodles.” Abdul answered.

“Is there any, Sir?”

“I think that’s all for now.”

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