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Her boxy face, thick hair, white skin and high body posture was the ideal person I had long admired. His name is David Class XII IPA 3, the upperclassman who became the idol of the students one of which I myself.

“Until when did you just notice him from a distance like this?” ask Nisa, my best friend. “What would you do? Want to express feelings to her?” I said with pessimism. “Do as your secret fans do only.” the proposal. I do have a secret fan who every letter “THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY” and the rest of the prayers that people usually say to people who have a birthday but unfortunately without a name. “But, if such a person means he is a coward.” I said. Right after I spoke, Brother David turned his head towards me and Nisa who suddenly made me bow my head as usual.

“Maryam isn't tomorrow your birthday huh?” nisa asked while we were at the Library. “Iya. Why?”. “You what gift?”. “Not necessary. Prayer alone is enough.” I said as I continued to search for books. “Then you want what?” ask again. “Nothing. Never discuss it better you help me find biology tips and tricks”. There was no reply from Nisa and after I saw her she was pensively pensive. I approached him and said, “I only need prayer that is eternal rather than temporary. I know that you want to give me a gift but you better save your money for something more useful.” He smiled at me too hearing my words.

For the umpteenth time I found a letter in my chair but this time it was full of colorful paper. I approached my chair and took the letter. “Who are you?” I murmured in my heart. Suddenly there was a voice behind the door. “If you think I'm a coward it's okay. As long as I can always see you smiling when I see my unnamed letter”.

I quickly opened the door and found someone who was no stranger to me. “Haris?” I said. “Hai... Maryam.” said. “So, you always send this letter?” ask me with her. “True. I always send it all because I am amazed by your simplicity that does not want to receive anything even as your birthday gift.” he explained. “But, why is there always a happy birthday?” askaku.when you want to answer the sound of the voices of other friends. Haris is leaving.

“So, your secret fan is Haris?” nisa asked as we ate lunch in the school cafeteria. “Iya.” I replied flat while continuing to blow-nipple sauce. “I think your fans are super good like brother Davidlah.” he said again in a seductive tone. As soon as the name of Brother David sounded, I choked myself to a cough. Nisa swiftly gave me a drink. I took the drink and drank it. It never occurred to me that people I admired turned around to admire me. Never at all.

In the library, that's where I am now. I spend a lot of time here besides the cafeteria. But that doesn't mean I always read books. Sometimes my time is up because I'm busy with my own thoughts. Especially if you're not thinking about David. “Sister David. I'm forgetting it, aren't I? Soon he will leave this school and I will not be able to see him again.” I mumbled softly.

Moments later, a paper plane crashed right on top of the book I was reading. After opening it, I met the sentence “Don't spend your time thinking about useless things because wasted time will not be able to find again.”. Immediately I looked around the room and all I found was Haris standing reading a book. When he turned his head towards me, he just smiled and went back to reading the book. Is this from Haris?

After Haris' confession yesterday, I no longer receive letters. Maybe because I already know, so Haris no longer sends letters?

Days without reading secret fan letters seemed strange to me as it had been almost a month since it had accompanied my days. However, after the letter nothing now changes the advice of the paper formed in such a way that it seems interesting that comes when I always do things that are useless. Other than the one in the Library yesterday, there was also a time when I started complaining with the tasks piling up. Then origami paper perched on my classroom window. Like a bird coming to its owner. The contents of the paper are a sentence that reads, “Don't complain much, just do everything you can do. And do not forget to keep begging the Power to always make it easier for you in all your affairs.”. And as I spread my eyes, I again found Haris walking outside my classroom and smiling from behind the window. I was wondering, “If Haris would advise me just say it. Why use it this way?”

“Have you ever asked Haris directly about the paper containing that advice?” nisa asked when I told her everything at empty time. “But, if it makes him later feel guilty how?”. “You should not directly ask in a tone of disbelief. As usual speaking.” his proposal. “Or maybe he's not your secret fan?”. “Don't su’udzon like that, not good know.” I replied. Finished saying like that, there was another paper in the form of a boat whose contents rang, saying, “Stay as prejudiced as it is because the boat will not sail well if there are sailors who damage it and the heart will not be able to be holy if there is a black stain covering it.”. And for the umpteenth time I sought out the owner of the paper but I did not meet Haris there. I looked again at the writing on the paper and after careful attention, I realized that the writing was the same as the writing in Haris's letter sent to me. “So, this paper is from Haris too.” murmured me in heart.

After school, I took the time to meet Haris. We had agreed to meet in the school garden because I wanted to be clear about the two things that were now in my hands. Suddenly a paper fell down in front of me. After I picked up the paper and I saw the writing. I was surprised, not because of what was written but the form of writing that was familiar to me. This is the same writing as in the letter and advice paper, but it belongs to brother David.

“What's up?” ask Haris to surprise me. “You lied!” I said, keeping my back. “What do you mean? I don't understand.” asked confused. I turned my body around and said, “You are not the sender of this letter or advice paper. Right no?”. “Why did you suddenly say like this?” ask again. “Try you see these three things.” I said while giving him letters, advice papers, and papers I just found. Haris took it, looked at it carefully and was a little surprised. “Didn't my words be right? You lied to me by claiming to be my secret fan and for that advice paper, would you admit that you sent it too?” tanyaku later. Haris was silent as if at a loss for words. “Or do I need to ask you to write now so that it is clear that the shape of your writing is different from the form of writing on the two things you sent me?” added cornering.

“Not necessary. He was innocent and indeed he did not write the letter or the advice paper. But, I wrote it.” said someone from behind me. When I turned around, I found David's brother standing upright with a serious face. “There are things you should know in advance.” he paused while looking towards Haris. “Actually me and Haris are siblings. She is my only sister whom I love very much. A month ago, I accidentally pushed him off a ladder that broke his 3 main fingers. And at first our form of writing was the same, so he asked me to write you letters and advice papers. He did it so you could easily recognize that the author was him. And in the letter, he wrote thank you for helping him become a less wasteful person and more grateful for your simplicity. Happy birthday also he wrote because he does not know your birthday what date is only the month he knows.” he explained firmly as usual. And I could only be silent to hear all the explanations from her as well as Haris.

“Haris, I came here and explained all this because I still don't believe you that you're going to say everything. Now I leave it all to you to answer a question from Maryam that she may soon be throwing at you.” Brother David walked past me with a smile and patted Haris' left shoulder. He also left. After David's departure, Haris answered all my questions as David had expected. After that, I apologized to Haris for my accusations against him and finally we went home with our bikes.

After school I didn't see Haris. Could he not go to school?

The next few days were the same, no Haris. Not only does Haris brother David not exist. After I sent him a message about his absence, he just apologized. But one day he invited me to a meeting at the school park.

“Have waited a long time?” ask someone but it doesn't seem to be Haris' voice. I lifted my head and it turned out to be David's brother. “Why is Brother David coming? Haris where?” many confused. “Haris couldn't come but he told me to give this letter to you.” he said while giving a white letter patterned with lilies like he used to give first. I received the letter and started reading it.

Hi Maryam…

I'm glad you're not tired of reading the letters I sent you over and over again. But, this is the last time. When you read this letter, I may not be able to see you anymore. Today is my birthday. Honestly, I was expecting a gift from you even if it was just a different kind of congratulation. But, I had a strange premonition since 40 days ago. Even if I can't see you, it doesn't matter to me. There's one thing I want to tell you. I liked you a long time ago but I kept it because I knew that you wouldn't accept it.

My one message, stay Maryam as I know her. And I ask you to do all my advice because that's what calms me down.

It's nice to meet you even if it's just a blink of an eye.

…haris

“This?” many confused. “Last letter from Haris as goodbye.” said brother David briefly. I was surprised to hear David's words. “Where to Go?” many confused. “Yesterday was right on his birthday, his friends dropped him into the pool behind the school. Haris since childhood has been suffering from heart disease and do not know why exactly the scene of the fall that his disease relapsed so that it can not be helped.” said brother David sad. “But, this letter?” I almost without sound. “In his last moments, he tried to speak and told me to write down everything he said.” he said with tears already beginning to fall. Instantly, my body went limp and finally fell to my knees. Tears also shed. I cried without a sound. David just looked at me with pity.

My heart ached so much, only yesterday did I get a friend who cared so much for me but now it's gone. Harris. I remember all my memories with him and also one of his advice that read, “Life is not always beautiful. Water is not always clear. The sky is not always blue. Forests are not always green. And feelings are not always joyful either. When you experience a gloomy time, just remember God the creator of the universe and everything will return to peace.”

1 Year passed, without Haris or David's brother. I passed the day as usual before the two of them came. But, that doesn't mean I forgot those two brothers especially Haris, my secret admirrer. They will remain part of my life story. Without them, I wouldn't have a story like this. Haris, may you calm down there. My prayer will be like your letter that always helps.

Story by: Enceladus Inamo

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