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4 Tahun

4 tahun. 

Lama juga, ya. Harusnya, satu tahun ke depan, kamu bakal banyak ngomel ke aku soal dosen pembimbing kamu, sebanyak aku ngeluh ke kamu soal Malang yang semakin macet, bensin mahal dan ngga ada Vivo.

Aku juga kebayang kalo kita wisuda bareng. Nanti aku ke Bogor, terus gantian kamu ke Malang. Aku bakal bawa jas supaya kita bisa foto studio disana. Lucu kali, ya. Jadi inget waktu wisuda SMP, waktu aku masih dipelototin ayah kamu, tuh.

Aku juga jadi inget waktu kita kelas 12 SMA. Belajar seharian sambil pesen makan. Kamu paling sebel kalo aku udah ketiduran. Terus, kamu bakal manggil mama supaya aku auto bangun dan belajar beneran.

Ohiya, mama masih suka ngomongin kamu loh, Lan. Kamu sih, lulus duluan. 

Hehe.

Ngga banyak yang terjadi dari terakhir kali aku kesini, satu tahun yang lalu. Aku minta maaf ya, Lan, karena jarang pulang. Setelah lulus nanti, aku bakal cari kerja di Bogor, kok. Biar bisa ketemu kamu.

Aku juga udah berhenti ngerokok loh, Lan. Pindah vape gapapa, ya? Namanya juga berproses, Lan. Kan kamu yang dulu selalu bilang ke aku untuk percaya sama proses. Walaupun aku lebih sering cari jalan pintas.

Ngomong-ngomong soal proses, temen-temen aku juga banyak yang bahas soal usaha, proses dewasa, dan sebagainya. Mereka bilang aku harus mulai membuka diri lagi, memulai lembaran baru lagi, move on kalo kata si Bintang mah. Ngga ngerti deh aku, Lan. Siapa juga yang menutup diri? Mereka aja yang aneh bolak-balik ngenalin perempuan ke aku, padahal jelas-jelas mereka tau wallpaper handphone ku foto kita berdua. 

Ngga jelas.

Yaudah, Lan, aku pulang dulu, ya. Udah mulai deres hujannya. Besok, aku bakal balik ke Malang. Doain skripsiku lancar, ya. Kapan-kapan aku kesini lagi. 

Ini, bunga dari aku, tante sama Mba Bian. Kakak kamu tadi ngga bisa ikut karena ada perlu, mungkin besok.

Yaudah, Lan. Jangan lupa jagain tempat buat aku disana, ya?

Sampe ketemu lagi suatu hari nanti, Lany.

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