A Sprig of Cherry Blossom

(Journey to Military, Part I)

There is something like wedge that was annoying my little heart.. Like the vacillation is really real.. Cornering me when arrival at the front gate of her house that remote.. Without noise I swing my legs are step by step.. Walking,, combing the dust toward the door of the room.. Without hear voices I finally arrived then stood behind the parlor door which wasn't noisy with the crowd.. Knocking and waiting while inhaling air turmoil..

Well, opened the doors that previously closed be slowly. A man who answered the door, so I'm with the man facing each other.

"What?.. Want to meet with who?", the man was asking questions.

"Is Ardila here?", I say ask once again.. Then he asked me to wait,, Ah! Not in the living room.

What made me die a word? When a sprig of cherry blossom came over to me.

"Hey! Why?", She is Ardila who asked with a little hesitant face.

Apparently she recognized me. Well, indeed ... I am a her friend when she was still sitting on the bench the past kindergarten.. But so far we have never met each other again.

Do you know? What the hell makes me intend for meet her? Nothing,, I just intend to ask something that I did not understand before. I think her face is still as usual, sweet innocent and does not make me complacent.. I was wrong it turns out,, her glazed eyes seem seduce me, when in fact it's ordinary. Her attitude tempt my faith that still scratch.. Ah, what my care when it ?. I only need her help so that understand with what would I ask about the deliverer of time. Do you understand what I mean? I'm trying to understand the math,, one study in my school.

It's about the National Exam (UAN) that will I face one week later.

Sometimes I think no one must I consider than just what will certainly I experienced,, and ignore the mystery that will happen.. Who knows what is echoed after today? Not about the promise, not about the memory even of the imagination.. After I passed the days are so stuffy in the my own tears and laughter. Do you understand?

But I want to re-start my life from this moment,, this minute.. It's about a sprig of cherry blossom who I just met.. I do not know what went wrong so that the her shadow pobud appeared in the middle of my dreams, even when my eyelids open in the early morning.. Is there I was in a state of falling hearts?

Joking? Not ..

Ardila greeted me by warmly.. I thought it was just a joke for a moment,, she greet me with great respect.. The smile that had never I see .... as if to seduce me who are grappling with fatigue.. It was hard for me to describe herself untill your heart's eyes could see her too, as I see.

She was born earlier than me. Living among inclosed family without a mother. If I told you about her death, maybe you will not believe, and may you shall consider it as a story that easily passed.. But not for me !!.. every I see Ardila's face, I always reminding her mother figure in my mind.. Ardila's wistful eyes as if still in always remember her. The stories in the Ardila's family still a mystery to all the neighbors around them, whether they are ashamed?

First time, her father was profesion as a driver of public transport.. Her aunt is a midwife (civil servant), but has been retired. Some say that he was once married to a military, others say she was married to a businessman, but now they have been separated because some reason, I don't know. Her aunt is whose has been the backbone of the family Ardila. She financed Ardila's school until university level.

Ardila is now predicated as a student UNPAD dentistry faculty, a pride faculty. Her achievements was cling since she come first time entered education.. School with me from kindergarten to primary school though she as my senior, but impressive. She is an alumnus from “SMPN 3 Bandung and SMAN 3 Bandung”. Until now she did not stop continue her schooling with the ability of the surviving thinking .. sometimes I amazed.

For the first time she taught me mathematics. Because at the time, my knowledge about math is very messy. Maybe I too much thinking about selection to be a National Military Academy Midshipman that will I face the next few days. Fortunately Ardila understand my position at that time, she helped me and accept my flaws by calm.. Given our time to meet is very limited, her college schedule and my selection schedule that can not be stopped.. She gave me a stack of books that was wrote with explanation by herself with particulars so that I understand.. And this time also the first time she spoke to me about her life that still mistery for everyone. Was I lucky? At least I had known in his family as Ardila's friend who far from the association..

There is one thing that makes everybody different.. Every I out of ardila's house, then someone will ask, "Hey! Do you really know her?". But I never answer it and always tried to look away.