and that was long time ago when he met her in duri, an oil camp in centra sumatra, near pekan baru. he, a young and raring-to-go newly grad, and she, a college undergrad in bandung having her school holidays back home..... they met in the rainy season, when things were much slowed down. he had some days off with his irregular works in the oilfield.
one day, he was caught in the rain and she held out an umbrella to him in a grocery shop and they walked together back to his container cabin.... they had so much to talk about that the two hours that they had before darkness set in, and she had to go was pathetically too short. but they had it good when they met again and again to go tracking in the forest, to witness the most romantic sunset from the peak of the nearby hill, to catch fish in the rubber tree plantation ditches, to go over again and again their ambitions and dreams of their lives....
and she flew back to bandung for her school.... and letters that he wrote to her sank into a deep abyss, without any reply.... and time went by and he moved on, until just now when he heard the song widuri.....
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