Aira And Aria
1. The End and Beginning of the Story
“Starting today it's all over!”
“Mir, with my explanation first!”
“No need, Yes! There's nothing to explain anymore.”
There are still words in my mouth. But all I did was shut up, watching the woman who had just ended our relationship, walk away. Not that I don't want to try, but just don't want to waste my energy just for nothing.
After my love ran aground half a year ago, I thought the decision to have a relationship with an older woman was the right choice. I think also the older a woman is, the more mature she will be in her attitude. But apparently, it's all the same. Just want to be understood and obeyed all his selfishness. Wanting to be heard, without taking the time to listen. And I, no longer able to establish a relationship with such a person.
***
“Yes! Woy, Aria!!” bimo's cry managed to disperse my daydream, while making my ears ring a little.
“Should ya, scream like that?” I'm clucking pretty hard.
“Ye...lo himself who is difficult to call daritadi. Nape lo, just broke up?” Bimo laughed without knowing what had just happened.
“Iya, I just broke up with Mira," I said with a flat face.
Instantly Bimo and Raka who were noisy from earlier instantly fell silent. They stared for a moment before focusing on looking at me with a curious look. I'm sure they're surprised because I haven't told them about my relationship with Mira that just ran aground.
“Lo broke up with Sister Mira? It's not wrong, is it? Bim, check, Bim! Again sick times he.”
Bimo stuck his palm on my forehead—which I immediately pushed aside.
“This is what you are. I'm serious.”
“Ya, you know, can dapetin Kak Mira tuh an extraordinary achievement. Moreover, it can defeat Kak Rio who from long ngincer him. Lo maen split up. Disappointed us!”
“Bodo, ah.” I only commented briefly before finally choosing to be quiet. Lazy to continue the topic of conversation.
Today is the first day new kids come in for orientation. At once my first day was in second grade SMA— which was immediately colored by a love story that had just run aground.
Everyone must think I'm stupid for not trying to defend Mira. Judging from any side, Mira is perfect. She's beautiful, smart, sociable, cheerful. Many were envious because I could get such a woman. To the extent that, I became an enemy of the upperclassmen who had long been after Mira.
Remembering that a lot has happened that I cannot forget. Of course there are also many sweet memories that I have gone through with Mira. He was really good to me.
But, unfortunately, they do not know what the original nature of Mira is. Or maybe it's because my nature is too opposite to him, to feel unsure about being able to stand up to people like Mira.
Although it was painful and made me heartless several times each time I passed Mira, but I felt I would not regret taking it off.
***
Since then, Bimo and Raka have invited me to stay outside the classroom just to see the new kids. Coincidentally our class was on the second floor, so it could be clearly seen everyone who was marching in the middle of the roomy. They are both very excited, because he said the resolution in second grade is to get a beautiful girlfriend.
“Eh, new kids are coming. A lot of good things he said this year. Not like our year.”
“Mantap, Ka. This year I have to have my girlfriend. Single capek only.”
“Iya, Bim. Second grade didn't have a story. Anyway before graduating, we must first menggerasain dating at least once.”
“Agree!”
“Yes already, her style is already like the scholarship!” my comment.
“Lo mah yah yahu, Yes. No nyari, there must also be something to do. Share his handsome dong!” canda Bimo while putting her cheek on my shoulder.
“Don't whip, ah! Disgust me!”
“Liar nular dikit aja gitu.”
“Cep, Cep, Cep, Cep. Here first, Brother!” Bimo pulled Cepi's hand which happened to pass by. “Lo is the son of OSIS, have info that we want dong should.”
“Tau aja, Bim. But lo debt fried ya to me.”
“Mild!! So, there are recommendations of funny dedek names this year?”
Cepi stood next to me who was still silent watching the activities of the three of them without any interest. He squinted his eyes to find someone. “That, who wears a red bando is called Naira. Jeblosan SMP private famous marching band, you know. Keep it in the front row right, Leony. New generation girlband members.”
“Seriously, That Leony?”
“Iye, really, Shelf! I didn't think it was, Lo?”
“Continue, continue?”
“After Leony can also tuh, her name is Sarah. Graceful, muslimah, broke pesantren.
“Masyaallah, ukhti gorgeous,” suhut Bimo again quickly.
“Sama there's another one, which is that long hair. Aira, the child who has the publication Pramoedya.”
“Waw, rich kid, dong? May also tuh, sweet,” comments Bimo with passion. I could only shake my head to hear it. They both look like gossip mums.
“Yes anyway, I was originally interested in the same kid. But baby... she can't talk.”
“Hah, how does that mean?”
“Bisu, men!”
“So pretty yes. Sort of like Kak Mira tuh dikit.”
“Wah be careful lo, Bim. Aria tangent tuh entar.”
“Gak will. Wong, she broke up with Mira.”
“Hah, seriously, Yes? Yes, because Mira is perfect. Hard didapetin.”
“Yes, bego me it.”
“Ah, you know nothing. Mending me dating a mute boy is just you guys compared to Mira,” says I'm spontaneous.
“Eh really, yeah. I really doain lo!” sahut Raka's.
“Do not carelessly say, Yes. If it is really smitten, rasain lo later,” Bimo continued to pump more and more.
“But it's funny her name is Aira, if it's turned into Aria. Well, it's not a coincidence.” Cepi's words made Raka and Bimo laugh. While I could only sigh deeply and go back to silence.
Their long jokes actually stress me out. Maybe because my feelings haven't recovered properly. Whatever the name of a breakup is indeed stifling.
“Udah ah, I want to go to class,” I said while looking. Bimo still calls me while joking, but
I didn't announce his words.
This is the first day of school after a long holiday. But my mood is a little chaotic because of women who lately do not let me enjoy free time. Actually it feels relieved because he finally wants to end everything before I say it first. Although there is no regret, but I am only disappointed because until now I still have not found a figure that managed to make me able to be myself beside him.
Will this semester be a good time for me?
I hope that.
