Invitation from Susan kuterima in the office at three, when I am out of the meeting rooms. Plan to drive menyeduh coffee drowsiness soon forgotten. Perhatianku tersita on the envelope that is designed very good.
When kubuka plastic cover, the phone rings in mejaku. I lift the phone without removing the stop upayaku art-carton printed with ultra violet spot any posts in the "Frame".
"Selamat siang with Dudi, Auto Suryatama," sambutku automatically.
"Ahai, tumben you have in place!" Voice of the exclamation.
"Sorry, who is this?"
"Susan! You forget voice? The new two weeks ago that we met. Not only meet, because throughout the two nights we shared." There gemas tone to penetrate the ear. "Sorry, I phone to the office. Hp-mu is not active."
"Jove!" I laugh and apologize. Not active, more precisely: the number is different. "I just received an invitation, so konsentrasiku fork. Apparently this invitation from you! So apparently you serious with that plan?"
"Of course! Why not? You surely remember the sorrow-citaku since high school. Has long been a dream I can stay in Ubud. But I can not be perpetual holiday waste money there. Kuputuskan So to get the inner satisfaction as well as financial ..."
"I have to clap for kegigihanmu. Great!"
"This is also because there are coals of love that continue to burn."
I heard terkesiap.
"Cintamu, Dudi!" Susan connect.
Entahlah: should I shoot terkesiap alert or excited to hear the words so steady? Of somewhat surprising if a girl Solo memekikkan word, not a whisper, that perhaps are not in line in front of a supermarket cashier.
"Dudi, why are you silent?"
"Oh, sorry! In fact, I would like to cavort, but certainly one place. Mejaku in front of the existing waiting, want to discuss the job ..."
"Okay, I. Meneleponmu I will again later. After office hour, yes!"
Receiver is still in the ear, Susan decided to wait relations. Even after the phone connection is lost, such as still heard ringing in the ears happy Susan. Rembes to the heart. I draw the breath out of the room such as a stuffy, and kusandarkan punggungku to the flexible seat. There is not who in the front. So, I lied earlier. I am sorry, Susan. In fact I have a lot of lie. But, believe, love sayangku to you so honestly.
***
SEINGATKU earlier Lanfang have brought cakes, because this night will come cousin. Glide home while I plan a layover in bakery. It's actually a cake shop, but in the way I stuck in the throng invited to drop in appetite. Selintas saw, on the left and right where there are also many cafes and bread shop. Not so grossly wrong if I stopped a moment and find the parking lot. Untung kukendarai Swift is not the type of car, so easy to get places.
Apparently ongoing seremoni opening a gallery, marked with the exhibition of the works of young painters, Surabaya. I saw a glimpse, have Joko scream in the room is clear: berpameran participate or just be a speech? Entahlah! The show is olehku similar events, which will take place next week in Ubud. And in the middle of the circle of guests, the elegant kuangankan Susan, with disheveled hair left, a peacock bird vessel grin introduce galerinya. What's his name before? Frame!
I came down from the car, huddle in the entrance pitch. Who is owner of this gallery? If Lanfang know, of course also want to "eye wash" here, let alone that he was enamored mengapresiasi painting, commotion by the magazine were asked to write the coverage in the Central Youth exhibition. That time he complained, as they do not need to know from where to assess the painting.
"I iki isane Reviews storiette, lha kok dikongkon gawe reviews painting, yok opo sih?" Yes. I just write this bisanya cliff, why appreciation is to make paintings, how do?
I saw him narrowly split mencak-mencak. But curiosity and the spirit of learning is high enough, so that time, the lapse of a day he can meet with several painters. Even the next day she managed to make an appointment with a curator to talked. Now he should be grateful to the women's magazine in Jakarta who have requested it to do that. Because now more sensitive to pikirannya painting and graphics.
Kuhabiskan ten minutes time in the gallery berinterior minimalist. Although it seems no need to show the invitation, but I certainly is not the guests. Then I go to the bread shop on the right hand side, and fulfill orders Lanfang.
Throughout the rest of the way home, the kupikirkan is a way to go to Bali. Although Singapore is not unduly far from Bali, plan to get there outside the office will be the task of fishing Lanfang willingness to participate. That should not happen! May not combine the two women who kusayang that in one space and time. Concerned will not be a bad idea for the novel Lanfang, but it certainly caused blast waves that merubuhkan and marriage.
Thus, travel agencies must have to Bali! Perhaps, in order not to unduly suspicious, it must issue to kuembuskan ear since early Lanfang. Later the night, before the make. Thus, it is not impressed as a sudden pullout. But ... gosh, do not mind women are often populated by the preposterous fantastik? Could be, because the time is still long, Lanfang disassemble and savings initiative to participate. That way, the cost penginapannya free, is not it?
Sweat condense on keningku. Suddenly the air conditioner in the car felt, not usually sesejuk. Maybe you should kusampaikan day of departure. While ostensibly complain: why the company did not consider employee, offhand without charge out of the city planning that well. Aha, I smile to imagine the reaction Lanfang, who will entertain with "O never mind, the task name. Of course there are things that are urgent in there." Seraya pipiku stroke. And I will be pampered with memeluknya like a baby.
But pulling pipiku changed. Senyumku switch qualm. What if Lanfang with exactly the sentence like this: "Yes already, though not too late there, I took accompany. Night I can walk to a cafe in Kuta or Legian."
The last curve before the arrival in the house suddenly feels uncomfortable. In fact there is no "sleeping police" there. But I hope the distance is still long and kutempuh need some red light. To have had time to set the strategy is sensible. However tercerabut mind that while the phone vibrates selularku. Susan!
"Hi, I forgot meneleponmu! Tadi have friends who ask this question-that events in Ubud. Let me use a cheap event organizer belonging to my junior high school friend."
"O, no problem. Coincidences I have on the road."
"Yes already, I hate most people see the phone while driving. See you tomorrow, yes. Mmmuah!"
It is so wet by pipiku touch lips. Kuembuskan breath hard-hard sense of hope and comfort into the heart. Fence in front of the house have been eye. The sky is dark, the lamp-light terrace in the housing complex is up. And as usual, immediately interesting parlormaid-sliding iron gate that the color has begun to pale. I park the car to Carport.
"Remember pesananku?" Lanfang welcome at the door.
"Of course, Beautiful." Kuangkat high-high-by titipannya.
"Thank you." Dipeluknya me, even though no body aroma sesegar before morning. Then jemarinya opening tie of leherku. Hopefully it can not find the fragrant scent that may stick in bajuku. Hopefully.
Who do not want to happen is: find the invitation Lanfang Susan. I must save them in places far from the reach Lanfang.
***
I will come one day before the grand opening Frame Gallery, which was located not far from the Gallery Rudana. Places that really personable and in accordance with the taste of Susan. He is a good voter. He is also a hotel when I memilihkan duty to Solo.
"You must stay in the Savoy," usulnya. Because that place has a lot of the typical garden-style Bali. Although, when the fuse is in the bedroom area, with nearly no different from other hotels. Ingatanku would always be stuck on that Susan's hair repeatedly wajahku meet. Usually busy making body that we will end it moist with aromatherapy in the bathroom. Meet fragrant sandalwood bath-tub.
"Beautiful, lately you so busy." I call Lanfang's office.
"Yes. In a week I should have been completed and provides a check on the prospective approval before boarding bukuku print. Why?"
"Tomorrow I tasks to outside the island. Go to Lombok, but may stop by the branch office in Bali first. I have not had time to clear up luggage, can I ask?"
"Okay, no problem. Kok sudden? How many days?"
"New kudapat of duty the day before. Now I must take a ticket to their own agents. About three-four days, depending on how the condition of the network in Lombok."
"Yo wis, bengi Ojo-bengi mulihe. You need to rest this evening."
Certainly will not be late at night, because the actual tickets are kupegang. But it is important that I know, Lanfang so busy re-reading naskahnya which has been set up.
It's just now that I remind Lanfang enough rest this evening. But with the different sarannya. He marked the page of the book is being read, menyurutkan light to temaram room, go down to selimutku. Cumbuannya always starts from the mouth. Possible to mengingatkanku that he indeed is not only choosy, but also deft late evening when the work is done without words.
Before the fall, Lanfang let wajahku chisel to his neck. Nadinya close to the nerves. At least he knew that napasku terembus full love. But tomorrow, so arrive in Denpasar, kutelepon Lanfang necessary, I will use the next number. Susan is the only number that. However, the lie that excite!
***
I park the car kupinjam of the branch office in Bali. Sunset has just disappeared. I heard Balinese gamelan music sayup. Apparently Susan has become a very ethnic atmosphere. I saw the gallery tiny terrace walls are made with sandstone. Floor natural stone create a more natural effect of depth. Light flush porch light that shows the direct wajahku, Susan, so that - as has been previously kuduga - elegant with disheveled hair and put on cloth Bali style, turn to arahku. Senyumnya chap. I saw his eyes berbinar.
"Okay, friends, the invitation and journalists, that beloved kutunggu already arrived. We will start program ..."
I am a bit clumsy, but Susan melting pot with a spoon so intimate. There are some bule present there. Susan does not make it feel free kiss my lips. And why somehow, the journalist was so crazy with the things that take a while but berdenyar. Their photographs. Moment dazzled eyes.
However, when Susan casual hug, and I try mengitarkan view, among the visitors I saw someone who is very kukenal. Eyes are still affected by the lightning flash. But do not forget the face may istriku.
Lanfang in the corner! With a digital camera in hand. Stupefied face. Or stunned? But parasnya pale.
"Okay," said master of ceremony. "We will hear the initial idea of the Gallery Frame. Molim Susan tells us ..."
Ear does not catch the next words of Susan, as soon rushing Lanfang pursue the beringsut so quickly towards the exit. I cursed myself that the mobile phone number. Surely he menghubungiku has been trying since yesterday. I must also condemn the magazine that covered the event this request? He is busy not be pursued by the time a book publisher?
"Lanfang" I call.
Outside the desert, but not with the thundering sound of gulp jantungku.
"Name Frame kupilih because ...." Susan sayup the vote. While in the park that was half dark, I find the sound of gulp Lanfang heart. ***
WORK : Kurnia Effendi
When kubuka plastic cover, the phone rings in mejaku. I lift the phone without removing the stop upayaku art-carton printed with ultra violet spot any posts in the "Frame".
"Selamat siang with Dudi, Auto Suryatama," sambutku automatically.
"Ahai, tumben you have in place!" Voice of the exclamation.
"Sorry, who is this?"
"Susan! You forget voice? The new two weeks ago that we met. Not only meet, because throughout the two nights we shared." There gemas tone to penetrate the ear. "Sorry, I phone to the office. Hp-mu is not active."
"Jove!" I laugh and apologize. Not active, more precisely: the number is different. "I just received an invitation, so konsentrasiku fork. Apparently this invitation from you! So apparently you serious with that plan?"
"Of course! Why not? You surely remember the sorrow-citaku since high school. Has long been a dream I can stay in Ubud. But I can not be perpetual holiday waste money there. Kuputuskan So to get the inner satisfaction as well as financial ..."
"I have to clap for kegigihanmu. Great!"
"This is also because there are coals of love that continue to burn."
I heard terkesiap.
"Cintamu, Dudi!" Susan connect.
Entahlah: should I shoot terkesiap alert or excited to hear the words so steady? Of somewhat surprising if a girl Solo memekikkan word, not a whisper, that perhaps are not in line in front of a supermarket cashier.
"Dudi, why are you silent?"
"Oh, sorry! In fact, I would like to cavort, but certainly one place. Mejaku in front of the existing waiting, want to discuss the job ..."
"Okay, I. Meneleponmu I will again later. After office hour, yes!"
Receiver is still in the ear, Susan decided to wait relations. Even after the phone connection is lost, such as still heard ringing in the ears happy Susan. Rembes to the heart. I draw the breath out of the room such as a stuffy, and kusandarkan punggungku to the flexible seat. There is not who in the front. So, I lied earlier. I am sorry, Susan. In fact I have a lot of lie. But, believe, love sayangku to you so honestly.
***
SEINGATKU earlier Lanfang have brought cakes, because this night will come cousin. Glide home while I plan a layover in bakery. It's actually a cake shop, but in the way I stuck in the throng invited to drop in appetite. Selintas saw, on the left and right where there are also many cafes and bread shop. Not so grossly wrong if I stopped a moment and find the parking lot. Untung kukendarai Swift is not the type of car, so easy to get places.
Apparently ongoing seremoni opening a gallery, marked with the exhibition of the works of young painters, Surabaya. I saw a glimpse, have Joko scream in the room is clear: berpameran participate or just be a speech? Entahlah! The show is olehku similar events, which will take place next week in Ubud. And in the middle of the circle of guests, the elegant kuangankan Susan, with disheveled hair left, a peacock bird vessel grin introduce galerinya. What's his name before? Frame!
I came down from the car, huddle in the entrance pitch. Who is owner of this gallery? If Lanfang know, of course also want to "eye wash" here, let alone that he was enamored mengapresiasi painting, commotion by the magazine were asked to write the coverage in the Central Youth exhibition. That time he complained, as they do not need to know from where to assess the painting.
"I iki isane Reviews storiette, lha kok dikongkon gawe reviews painting, yok opo sih?" Yes. I just write this bisanya cliff, why appreciation is to make paintings, how do?
I saw him narrowly split mencak-mencak. But curiosity and the spirit of learning is high enough, so that time, the lapse of a day he can meet with several painters. Even the next day she managed to make an appointment with a curator to talked. Now he should be grateful to the women's magazine in Jakarta who have requested it to do that. Because now more sensitive to pikirannya painting and graphics.
Kuhabiskan ten minutes time in the gallery berinterior minimalist. Although it seems no need to show the invitation, but I certainly is not the guests. Then I go to the bread shop on the right hand side, and fulfill orders Lanfang.
Throughout the rest of the way home, the kupikirkan is a way to go to Bali. Although Singapore is not unduly far from Bali, plan to get there outside the office will be the task of fishing Lanfang willingness to participate. That should not happen! May not combine the two women who kusayang that in one space and time. Concerned will not be a bad idea for the novel Lanfang, but it certainly caused blast waves that merubuhkan and marriage.
Thus, travel agencies must have to Bali! Perhaps, in order not to unduly suspicious, it must issue to kuembuskan ear since early Lanfang. Later the night, before the make. Thus, it is not impressed as a sudden pullout. But ... gosh, do not mind women are often populated by the preposterous fantastik? Could be, because the time is still long, Lanfang disassemble and savings initiative to participate. That way, the cost penginapannya free, is not it?
Sweat condense on keningku. Suddenly the air conditioner in the car felt, not usually sesejuk. Maybe you should kusampaikan day of departure. While ostensibly complain: why the company did not consider employee, offhand without charge out of the city planning that well. Aha, I smile to imagine the reaction Lanfang, who will entertain with "O never mind, the task name. Of course there are things that are urgent in there." Seraya pipiku stroke. And I will be pampered with memeluknya like a baby.
But pulling pipiku changed. Senyumku switch qualm. What if Lanfang with exactly the sentence like this: "Yes already, though not too late there, I took accompany. Night I can walk to a cafe in Kuta or Legian."
The last curve before the arrival in the house suddenly feels uncomfortable. In fact there is no "sleeping police" there. But I hope the distance is still long and kutempuh need some red light. To have had time to set the strategy is sensible. However tercerabut mind that while the phone vibrates selularku. Susan!
"Hi, I forgot meneleponmu! Tadi have friends who ask this question-that events in Ubud. Let me use a cheap event organizer belonging to my junior high school friend."
"O, no problem. Coincidences I have on the road."
"Yes already, I hate most people see the phone while driving. See you tomorrow, yes. Mmmuah!"
It is so wet by pipiku touch lips. Kuembuskan breath hard-hard sense of hope and comfort into the heart. Fence in front of the house have been eye. The sky is dark, the lamp-light terrace in the housing complex is up. And as usual, immediately interesting parlormaid-sliding iron gate that the color has begun to pale. I park the car to Carport.
"Remember pesananku?" Lanfang welcome at the door.
"Of course, Beautiful." Kuangkat high-high-by titipannya.
"Thank you." Dipeluknya me, even though no body aroma sesegar before morning. Then jemarinya opening tie of leherku. Hopefully it can not find the fragrant scent that may stick in bajuku. Hopefully.
Who do not want to happen is: find the invitation Lanfang Susan. I must save them in places far from the reach Lanfang.
***
I will come one day before the grand opening Frame Gallery, which was located not far from the Gallery Rudana. Places that really personable and in accordance with the taste of Susan. He is a good voter. He is also a hotel when I memilihkan duty to Solo.
"You must stay in the Savoy," usulnya. Because that place has a lot of the typical garden-style Bali. Although, when the fuse is in the bedroom area, with nearly no different from other hotels. Ingatanku would always be stuck on that Susan's hair repeatedly wajahku meet. Usually busy making body that we will end it moist with aromatherapy in the bathroom. Meet fragrant sandalwood bath-tub.
"Beautiful, lately you so busy." I call Lanfang's office.
"Yes. In a week I should have been completed and provides a check on the prospective approval before boarding bukuku print. Why?"
"Tomorrow I tasks to outside the island. Go to Lombok, but may stop by the branch office in Bali first. I have not had time to clear up luggage, can I ask?"
"Okay, no problem. Kok sudden? How many days?"
"New kudapat of duty the day before. Now I must take a ticket to their own agents. About three-four days, depending on how the condition of the network in Lombok."
"Yo wis, bengi Ojo-bengi mulihe. You need to rest this evening."
Certainly will not be late at night, because the actual tickets are kupegang. But it is important that I know, Lanfang so busy re-reading naskahnya which has been set up.
It's just now that I remind Lanfang enough rest this evening. But with the different sarannya. He marked the page of the book is being read, menyurutkan light to temaram room, go down to selimutku. Cumbuannya always starts from the mouth. Possible to mengingatkanku that he indeed is not only choosy, but also deft late evening when the work is done without words.
Before the fall, Lanfang let wajahku chisel to his neck. Nadinya close to the nerves. At least he knew that napasku terembus full love. But tomorrow, so arrive in Denpasar, kutelepon Lanfang necessary, I will use the next number. Susan is the only number that. However, the lie that excite!
***
I park the car kupinjam of the branch office in Bali. Sunset has just disappeared. I heard Balinese gamelan music sayup. Apparently Susan has become a very ethnic atmosphere. I saw the gallery tiny terrace walls are made with sandstone. Floor natural stone create a more natural effect of depth. Light flush porch light that shows the direct wajahku, Susan, so that - as has been previously kuduga - elegant with disheveled hair and put on cloth Bali style, turn to arahku. Senyumnya chap. I saw his eyes berbinar.
"Okay, friends, the invitation and journalists, that beloved kutunggu already arrived. We will start program ..."
I am a bit clumsy, but Susan melting pot with a spoon so intimate. There are some bule present there. Susan does not make it feel free kiss my lips. And why somehow, the journalist was so crazy with the things that take a while but berdenyar. Their photographs. Moment dazzled eyes.
However, when Susan casual hug, and I try mengitarkan view, among the visitors I saw someone who is very kukenal. Eyes are still affected by the lightning flash. But do not forget the face may istriku.
Lanfang in the corner! With a digital camera in hand. Stupefied face. Or stunned? But parasnya pale.
"Okay," said master of ceremony. "We will hear the initial idea of the Gallery Frame. Molim Susan tells us ..."
Ear does not catch the next words of Susan, as soon rushing Lanfang pursue the beringsut so quickly towards the exit. I cursed myself that the mobile phone number. Surely he menghubungiku has been trying since yesterday. I must also condemn the magazine that covered the event this request? He is busy not be pursued by the time a book publisher?
"Lanfang" I call.
Outside the desert, but not with the thundering sound of gulp jantungku.
"Name Frame kupilih because ...." Susan sayup the vote. While in the park that was half dark, I find the sound of gulp Lanfang heart. ***
WORK : Kurnia Effendi
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