The wall made of wood hollow-hole was exposed to the sun to form a pattern of flowers on the floor. The tables are made of teak trees. The aroma of coffee and the freshness of the air from the plants that had come to me when I entered. There is no cigarette smoke at all, the room is always clean until there is sorting of organic and inorganic waste. The environment commonly said by people 'green' and shady it is true in fact. All the atmosphere that I often meet at this Cafe should be ordinary. However, for the umpteenth time the atmosphere I felt was tarnished with the slightest tension I was experiencing.
I shake first the plastic cups in front of me as if stirring the contents. With one breath, I throw a sentence that has become the routine to my interlocutor.
"I want us to break up."

The face of the girl in front of me was starting tears in the eyes. Ask why we can break up and other defenses to keep our relationship going. But I just shook my head at her words. I explained to him that I had no desire to continue this relationship. We argue for almost thirty minutes, thankfully this cafe is quiet no visitors other than us.
At the end of our debate, my interlocutor stood taking his bag and leaving me. Whereas in my mind, I've guessed and get ready to accept the closure of this 'ceremony'. But thankfully, this time it does not seem to happen.
One or two steps the girl left me. The girl suddenly turned her back, she looked at my face, and came up to me again.
"You deserve this, Jivan!"
Seeing her face and square, I swallowed.
'Plaque.'
It turned out that the closing ceremony took place too-a slap of a successful girl landed on my cheek. The girl then went out of this Cafe. The atmosphere was instantaneously silent, I rubbed my tattooed cheek made primitive by the girl. But I know, this silence will not last long.
"Kahmp ..." Someone was obviously stunned to hold back his laugh.
"Yeah yeah, do not get arrested, old man."
"Kahahaha, my goodness. You did it again, Jivan. "
The laughing laughter belonging to the man who was supposed to have been andropause seemed to hit my eardrums. This fella really enjoyed the show he saw.
"That's how many girls did you get?"
"I do not know, I do not count." I sipped the remaining drink in front of me until it runs out. "Sir, order one frappuccino coffee."
The dad mixes the drink I ordered just now. Mr. Pata is his name, Mr. who owns this Cafe by himself. Almost every afternoon I come to this Cafe, probably because I'm lazy to find another Cafe in town. I'm a loyal customer. Although I hate this fact, our relationship can be said to be quite close.
"You should be able to do better with a girl, Jivan. Unfortunately, at your current age, 24 years old, and your work, I think you're ready to get married, do not you? "As he mixed drinks, Mr. Pata released his lecture.
"Well, even though you said so, what else would you do?" I responded as she toyed with the ice cubes in a plastic cup.

What this old Dad said is true, I've been living in this town for almost two years doing my job in a company. I feel myself already established to get married mentally and financially. Only, I still have not found a partner that makes me really fall in love.
"Have not found a partner who really made me fall in love, sir," mocked Pak Pata trying to imitate my style of bust as if already bored with my reasoning. "Hey, boy. Let me tell you, there is no perfect girl in this world. Believe me, I live longer than you, and we are not in heaven. "
"Yes but, how do I want to get married if I do not love my partner, sir?" I replied.
I throw my plastic cup into the bin next to me. At that moment my message was made, Mr. Pata drove him to me.
"One coffe frappuccino, please enjoy."
After that, Mr. Pata tapped my shoulder with a tray.
"Already brought a drink from the outside, one of them throw away. Plastic glass is not organic waste. I'm sure you already know that. "
"I-yes." I rushed to justify my rubbish.
Pak Pata while looking at me sorting, sitting at my desk.
"At least cultivate caring about you. How can you love if you do not care, Jivan? "
Is that true? But it's my situation that requires me to ignore a little bit around, old man.
After I finished justifying my division, I sat back with the old man. He handed me a newspaper while pointing to one of the stories in it, 1000 Letters of Petition For City Forest.
"Look at it, Jivan. The forest in this city will be cut down by the government. We need to help create this petition letter so that the forest will not be cut down. "
But this is not the same thing I should care about.
"For what, sir?" I declined his invitation. "There is no profit and no harm if we let the forest exist or not."
"We have to protect him, Jivan. The forest in this town is a little. "
"Exactly nature exists for human needs, sir. I'm sure the government cuts down the forest for our needs-us too. "
That's my habit of being at this Cafe, chatting. More precisely argue with a maniac of this natural environment.
I walked through the city, as refreshing on Sunday removes the tired office routine. Had ringed the old man's words about the urban forest. Even as long as I live in this city, I have never been to that forest. The conversation a few days ago that was so overwhelming it made me wonder, what kind of urban forest that the government wants to cut down?
I decided to go to that forest, Ritumu forest was his name. The city has four forests namely, Ritumu, Guusu, Ariwa, and Wetan. Wetan forest has long been logged about 20 years ago for the land needs of the population. Now all that remains is Guusu forest, Ariwa and Ritumu. With the capital to ask people, I finally reached the Ritumu forest.
What is the city forest? It's a jungle-it's so vast of this forest. I caught a glimpse of Guusu forest, Ariwa and Wetan forest lest the width of your Ritumu forest I saw. I stepped inside, tracing the path, maybe this path will lead me around the forest.
The sound of birds, the rustling of the leaves, the cicadas roaring in my eardrums. I walked along the path while looking at the trees around. In the middle of the road, I glanced over at a sitting girl, her hand on a butterfly. The girl raised her hand to let the butterflies fly from her hand. Butterflies flew away from her hands.
I immediately shook my head. Trying to ignore it. There can be no girl alone in the middle of a forest like this. I kept walking along the path. I speed up my pace, and instead stumble down.
Pants torn at knees, blood pouring from my knees. Ouch, I might just fall down. I rubbed the wound with a pair of pants. Suddenly from beside the girl thrust some leaves toward me.
"It leaves everybody, wear it."
"Who are you?" I asked confused, why there is a girl alone in this 'jungle' forest.
"I'm Delia, this jungle keeper."
Girl wearing only white dress, barefoot. His long black hair that fell down to his back. My gaze drifted to see her beautiful face with big eyes, like a girl in a fairy tale. But there are plants that grow on the shoulders of the girl.
Okey, this does not make any sense. I shook my head and immediately stood up, keeping my balance, but I wavered. The girl held my hand holding me down.
"You have to sit down until the bleeding stops."
I was forced to sit by his words.
"Wear it." Again he offered the leaf
I accept it. I look deep into this leaf. That is, if this leaf I stick on my wound healed immediately, so?
In the midst of my confusion, the girl said again, "Chew the leaves up. Then put it on your wound. Believe me, it's not poison and your bleeding will stop fast. "
Seeing the smile on his face, it seems that this girl's words can be trusted. I did what he said.
Within a few minutes, my throat completely stopped, incredible! It turns out not to lose also this leaf with a red medicine commonly used for external wounds.
"I'm Jivan." I handed my right hand to her, "Thank you for helping me. Excuse me, what's your name? "
"Delia, it's the same," she replied.
"I just found out there are plants that can dry the wound." I opened the conversation. "Leaves of soldiers?"
"Hihihi." Delia caught her laugh with her hand, "It leaves everywhere."
The wind blows a rustling sound in Ritumu forest. Delia took a breath, tilted her head up with her eyes closed.
"This atmosphere, the rustling of leaves, insects, birds chirping. It's as if Nature is communicating. "Delia paused for a moment to feel the atmosphere. "'Whisper of nature', that's his name. Not to know, enough to feel. "
I stare at Delia, enchanted to continue to look at her. I feel as if I can feel what Delia feels, but in fact can not, I do not understand. Besides, this girl really looks elegant. I do not even care who the 'people' are in front of me anymore.
A few days later, I went to visit Ritumu forests. Even Cafe Pak Pata is forgotten by me. Many moments I spent with him.
As when Delia explained to me about the lives of various living things in the forest.
"Jivan, have you ever seen swarms of swallows and pigeons perched together? Or see birds and squirrels on the same branch? "He asked.
At that moment Delia and me were watching swiftlet swarms perched on a tree.
"Can not they be together? Why? "I asked back because I did not know anything.
"Because all living things have their own territory, Jivan." Delia explained with a smile at me.
His smile really instantly makes my breath stopped, my heart was cool. Ready to hear the explanation selanjutanya with chest. Different from the old maniac man if he explains something, I became a goiter, my heart burned. Even for some reason every intonation of his words automatically makes me contradict his opinion.
"But it's not always that way. Living things also sometimes need each other, and even work together. "Delia went on to explain," At that time, they still respect the dominion of other living things. But there are also times when they compete with each other and even become parasites for other living things.
"As an example of a living thing that needs help that is, as we are seeing this, birds and trees, birds need tree branches to perch. Bees and flowers also, bees get honey, flowers assisted by pollination process by bees. But, parasite plants and trees are somewhat different, the branches of trees that are planted by plants parasite will eventually become dry. Parasitic plants become parasites for the tree they live in. "
Explanation Delia reminded me of my childhood first grade sixth grade, science teacher once explained about the interaction between living things. Ah, but I forgot what the term was.
Or when Delia taught me to feed the birds. it's hard to feed a wild bird. Never mind to eat the seeds that are in my hands, I approach it even on the run. But not with Delia, the birds approached his hands filled with grain, and some even perched on their heads and on the shoulders of the plants.
Delia persuaded me, saw me fail constantly, "Jivan, calm down, feel the sparrow's whispers."
I'm trying to thrust the seeds into some sparrows do not go up. Again, the bird even escaped when I handed my hand. Whisper what, anyway? The chirp?
Delia grabs the grain that is in my hand and exemplifies it again.
"Like this, Jivan." The birds came to Delia.
"Yes, that's how ?!" My protest was annoyed, from the moment I did that.
"Hihihi." Delia laughed in the midst of my seriousness.
Or when Delia took me to a field. In the middle of Ritumu forest there is a field, quite wide. The field was overgrown with dandelion flowers. Just like the yard in my workplace, overgrown with dandelions.
"I love randa tread." Delia picked one of the flowers, then blew it, the seeds of the tread were scattered. "Jivan, what do you think you're seeing?"
"Spread," I replied curtly.
"Hihihi, I mean what are you looking at?" He asked again with a little emphasis.
I really do not know what I mean, I see only dandelion seeds scattered in the air.
"Yes spread, Delia. What else? "I asked, confused what was really talking about.
"Look at the seeds of the tread," Delia began to explain, "He follows the direction of the wind. He never complained to the wind that took him flying somewhere. He knows, any twist of the wind brings it, he will surely return to earth. So it is with life, Jivan. Grateful for what is available. Do not blame the situation. Because good things will happen.
"Nature exists indeed to be utilized as well as possible. But on the other hand too, the existence of nature gives us a great deal of meaning to life. Nature is really amazing. "
Hearing it I was stunned, digesting his words. I glanced slightly at Delia, her eyes still straight at the dandelion seeds scattered by the wind.
This time, I feed the animals in the Ritumu forest again, trying to feed the squirrels. When I handed my hand to her, I looked into the squirrel's eyes, I thought to myself, 'come here, I will not hurt you'. Over time my eyes became calm, my heart rate slowed to a regular level. As if I made inner contact with the squirrel. Little by little the squirrel approached me, took the food out of my hand, and ate it. I looked at Delia with a happy smile. Delia repaid me, congratulated me. Finally I can get close to the animals in this forest.
The wind suddenly blows, causing rustling leaves. I reflexes closed my eyes. Feel the atmosphere around me. It is as if nature is close to me and my inner self. Immediately I was happy, the atmosphere was soothing.
"Is this what you call the whisper of nature, Delia?" I raised my head, took a deep breath.
"Yes, it's beautiful, is not it?"
I was so quiet, I did not reply to Delia.
Delia has taught me many things, the sensitivity, the feelings, the meaning of each event. My heart pinched as I thought about Pak Pata's words about government logging. I do not think I care this with your Ritum forest. But if I think back, I think more of you, Delia. What happens to you if this forest is cut down? Are you going to disappear?
You have to take responsibility, make me now so care for you. I should have left you in the first place. I'm really crazy. Whereas from the beginning I already know, there is no human let alone a girl alone in this forest wearing a dress and not wearing footwear. There is no one whose shoulders are overgrown with plants. I know you're just imagining me. I think I've recovered, but it seems like my schizophrenic disease has recurred.
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