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Berani. #1

Sudah hampir setengah jam aku berdiri di bawah pancuran air di bilik mandi ini. Terasa kosong dan sepi. Sunyi. Jemariku sudah kelihatan seperti seorang pakcik tua, gayanya. Berkedut. Tapi segalanya terasa begitu kering. Aku mendongak membiarkan air membasahi wajahku, seperti aku di bawah limpahan hujan. Setelah beberapa ketika, aku menundukkan kepalaku semula, tangan di dinding, seolah menahannya dari menghempapku.

Mindaku berlegar ke perbualan semalam.

"Yo, bro. Nak baldi ke buat tadah air liur kau tu?"  Saiful menyapaku saat aku leka memerhati dia.

Aliya.

Aku mengikat semula rambutku agar tampak lebih kemas, dan menyarung 'beanie' unguku. "Hensem tak aku?"


Saiful memuncung. "I don't think so, dude. No," sambil menggeleng kepala.

"Whaaaat?"

"Serius lah. Perempuan macam tu, mana pandang orang macam kita?"

"Apa? Gelandangan?" sambil tersengih besar.

"Well, for one, yes. Dahlah. Kau ni, lately asyik duduk termenung aje kat sini tenung orang. Takde kerja ke? Ni study week, bukan stalk week. Belajar Urban Civilisation, tapi macam tak bertamadun je,"

"Hey, hey.. feelings," sambil menunjuk ke dadanya.

"Iyelah. Dah, mehlah. Malu aku dok mencangkung sebelah kau tepi jalan macam ni. Jom!"

"Ke mana ni, bro?"

"Ikut jelah," ujar Saiful sambil menarik tanganku.

"Hey! Tak pegang tangan tak boleh ke? Gelilah," kataku, tangan kiriku menarik tangannya daripada terus memegang pergelangan tanganku.

"Tak nak lepaskannn...La la la la," Saiful berlari anak gaya budak kecil. 'Ya Allah, malunya!'

Saiful membawa aku masuk ke dalam bilik kami dan menolakku masuk ke dalam bilik air. "Woi! Apahal ni?"

Saiful tersengih di luar bilik air, mencampakkan sehelai tuala dan menyilangkan tangannya. "Bro, kau dah dua hari tak mandi. And you're starting to smell," Saiful melangkah ke dalam tandas dan mengangkat lengan kananku. Dan Saiful mula menciumnya.

"Yucks! Kau ni. Kata hensem. Kau ingat 'perfume' kau ni, buat tambah saham kau ke? Eww tau. Jangan keluar selagi kau tak mandi." sambung Saiful.

"Hey, apa main paksa ni woi?"

"Johan, I platonically love you, man. So, please take a shower. Bukan susah pun. Ke... nak aku tolong?" Saiful dah mula tersenyum kambing, nakal. Cepat-cepat aku tutup pintu. 'Okay, I'll hit the shower.'

Usai mandi, Saiful mengajakku keluar lagi. 'Ke mana lagi pakcik ni nak bawak aku ni?' *eye roll*

"Haa, meh aku nak bawak kau pergi bilik special. Aku sure, dalam satu kampus ni, bilik ni je kau tak jenguk lagi," ujar Saiful dalam tawa.

"Tak nak! Aku taknak masuk janitor's room tu!"

"Okay, rephrase. Bilik ni je yang kau boleh masuk tapi kau tak masuk lagi,"

"Haih..fine."

Kami berjalan untuk beberapa ketika. Sekejap ke kiri. Kemudian belok ke kanan. Kiri lagi. Pusing roundabout, dan akhirnya berhenti di sebuah bilik. Setelah diamati, bilik itu jaraknya dua bilik selang dari bilik aku dan Saiful.

"Kau bawak aku pusing-pusing semata-mata nak bawak pergi dua bilik sebelah kita?! Kentutlah kau ni," suaraku mulai meninggi. Saiful menutup mulutku dan memegang bahuku.

"Heheh, aku nak bawak kau bakar lemak sket dulu. Jangan marah bro. Haa..dah ready belum?"

"It's not a party, is it?"

"Ohh..it's a party, alright," Saiful tersengih lagi.

Dan Saiful membuka pintu. "Jengjengjenggggg!"

Aku lihat beberapa orang duduk berteleku di tepi dinding. Ada yang sedang berdiri, ada yang duduk, ada yang membelek buku di almari. Semuanya mengalihkan pandangan ke muka pintu dan menghadiahkan senyuman. Aku terkaku.

"What's this, man?" aku memandang wajah Saiful. Mencari jawapan.

"This, is a party of solah. Jom join. Dah nak Zohor dah ni."

Aku ragu-ragu. Tapi untuk menjaga muka, aku turutkan jua langkah Saiful.

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::to be continued?::

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