AMEERA'S LOVE STORY

PART 1'S

[sad I was sick, our streets were off.] I sent a message through my phone.

[yes dear gpp, get well soon... Can I bring you something?] an incoming message response.

[luck, thank you, I want to rest. This is too bad] I replied.

After replying to the message I put the phone in a small bag beside me. Then I got out of my bed holding the small bag.

My name is Ameera Puspita. I was the fourth of six children. I come from a village outside the city, a four-hour bus ride to the city. I came to this town about two years ago after graduating from High School.

"Where's Ra?" ask my best friend, Nita, who is waiting outside my room.

"Beres" I replied, "I'm already a Deni masti will not come here this malem. I said I was sick again, and I wanted to rest" connect me while taking shoes on a shoe rack that I then put on.

"Okay sip" he answered, pointing his right thumb at me.

We sat around in our boarding house while we fixed our performance tonight. We lived in the same room with side by side. Although we slept together in my room more often than not in my own room.  Until a bike stopped in front of us and followed by another bike behind him.

"Hey Meera... Ready already?" ask a man sitting on a motorcycle while opening his helmet glass.

"Udah dooong.." I replied spoiled.

"Hey Nita... How are you?" ask my best friend who is sitting next to me.

"Okay Umar" he answered.

"Kok that's your friend, again sariawankah?" tanyanya while looking at Umar's friend who realized earlier silent noiseless behind.

Umar just shrugged his shoulders without answering Nita's question.

"Eh Gung, you're here kek diem!" umar's orders while setting his sights on his friend, Agung.

With a little awkward Agung got off his bike and greeted Nita.

"Hi..kamu Nita yah?" he held out his hand to shake hands.

"Eh.iya.." Nita shook the hand of Agung. They seem to be embarrassed. This was the first time they met.

I knew Umar about two years ago. We both took part in job training at a job training service provider for two weeks. After that we never met again until two weeks ago we reconnected to a group on social media with a blue logo. The group was created by our fellow alumni who took up job training two years ago. And since then Umar intensely sent me a short message to just ask the news or have eaten what not, and the messages ala people who are PDKT. There was a special feeling in the heart when reading the messages of attention from Umar. Especially when my relationship with my girlfriend who currently feels bland. The attention of Umar seemed to be an oasis in the middle of the desert.

"We're leaving now yuk" Umar asked me.

"Yuk" I replied as I moved from my seat. While Nita and Agung only answered with a nod.

Tonight the four of us planned to go for a walk through the city crowd. I will join Umar while Nita will be joined by Agung.

When I was preparing to get on the bike Umar suddenly from behind saw the motor light was driving towards us. Because the road was a little dark I couldn't see anyone behind the wheel. As the motor approached I recognized the motor he was wearing. The motor stops right in front of the motor Umar. The rider got off the bike and took off his helmet while looking at me with an expression I could not describe. I saw in his eyes a sense of sadness, anger and disappointment mixed in.

"Deni.." I said slowly. Seeing it was like seeing a ghost. Without saying anything I ran into my room without even opening my shoes. I was so scared and didn't know what to do.

"Braaakkk" the sound of falling objects was heard from outside. I was so scared what if Deni ran amok to Umar. My mind is so fucked. Their voices outside sounded crowded but it was not clear what they were talking about.

"Bec... Deni rampaged up the slamming helmet" he said

I'm sure the loud noise was the sound of Deni's helmet touching the asphalt road or maybe the terrace of the boarding house. Ah what if he breaks the boarding house and the hostess gets mad at me and throws me out? Thought. Nita and I hugged each other in the room while trying to hear what was going on outside.

I heard a noise outside slowly quiet followed by the sound of the motor that was getting farther away. I think Umar and Agung have gone home. Now there's how I'm going to deal with Deni.

I got to know Deni about two years ago, a few weeks after I finished my job training. More precisely introduce a friend to me. Deni is a member of the motorcycle club in this city. He is the type of person who is not serious, not romantic, and not considerate. Even as long as we knew him he never remembered my birthday. Let alone my date of birth, not even the year of my birth he can remember. In contrast to Umar. If we meet Deni we will only talk about the bike and its frills that I do not understand at all. I could hang on to him just because we had the same hobby, which was walking. Deni often invites me to go with his friends. I feel happy even though sometimes I pay for his motorcycle gas or buy him a meal because he doesn't have enough money for it. Deni does not have a monthly salary like I work as a factory worker. Deni opened a motorcycle modification workshop business that was not managed properly because he often gathered with his fellow motorcycle club friends rather than managing his own business. That's one of the reasons why I don't feel like I have a future with him.

“Klik” heard the sound of my boarding room door open. I saw Deni standing on the doorstep. I arranged my heart in such a way and composed various words that I would convey to him as I moved from my seat.

“So here's how you're doing behind my back” the first sentence Deni said surprised me so much. I can only speak a thousand languages. I had no intention of apologizing to him because I felt I had done nothing wrong to him.

“I do this too because of you!” I never thought those words would come out of my mouth.

“You are too indifferent, if you meet always discussed about you, never once did you care about my situation” I raised my tone higher than the previous sentence.

“If I don't care what I do malem-malem here bring you food. I'm worried about you who he says is sick. I'm afraid you haven't eaten. But what he was worried about was cheating!” parapat Deni's.

I saw Deni carrying a black crackle that I thought contained a few skewers because I saw that there were some sticks protruding from inside the crackle.

‘My favorite food’ thought I. But maybe he owes me a debt, and then later after I eat he collect the satellite money.

“He was just a temen” I lowered my voice.

“If he's just a friend why did you lie to me to be able to go with him?” tanyakanya. “You cheated on him, right?” ask again.

“Okay he is good with me, attention is with me, very different with you. But still we are just meen” explained. “You'd better go home, I'd like you to first”.

There was sadness and disappointment in his eyes. Maybe he's hoping I'll apologize for what happened tonight, then he'll forgive me and tonight will end with satay together and then when he gets home he'll ask me for satay bills.

‘Kok so think sate’ I think then immediately I tepis.

“Yaudah I came home first,” he said later. “This is your favorite satay, eat” he continued. Then he left me who was still standing at the door. I then closed the door and approached Nita who had been eavesdropping on our conversation behind the curtain between the bedroom and this multipurpose room.

“Nit, eat yuk.. laper” I said to Nita. “Nih no satay Deni” giving. We both sat facing each other while unwrapping satay. Silent moment. We were swept away in each of our minds.

“Eh Ra... You've snapped Deni, it's been memcewain Deni but satay from him you eat also” said Nita broke the silence.

“Well what's wrong with satay? Angry as much as anyone can, but do not vent our anger on dong” food I replied while taking a skewer and then put it in the mouth.

Nita did not answer. He just rolled his eyes at me. We ended up spending a pack of satay together without any conversation. I really don't want to discuss more about what happened tonight.

The time has shown at 00.05 midnight, but these eyes still can not be closed. Still imagining how it happened a few hours ago outside my dorm room. I saw Nita sleeping next to me. Nita decided to stay at my hostel tonight. Ah Umar. I suddenly thought of him. How he is at the moment. I have not apologized to him because tonight's event failed miserably because of Deni's arrival. I decided to send him a short message. I pulled out the small bag beside me and pulled out my phone inside. When I pressed the power button, there was a message coming from Umar.

[Meera you're okay, right?] a message from Umar made me smile a little. Ah how could she still be so considerate after Deni's bad treatment of her. Shouldn't I be the one asking her that? Thought.

[I'm sorry Umar] I replied. One short sentence because I don't know what else to say.

[Gpp really, gausah thought about. Bobo gih has fallen back]. It was this kind of attention that made me like it. The attention I didn't get from Deni, my lover. I finally fell asleep tonight with a smile on my lips.