Between Love and Traditional Java

Unexpected

I just got off the bus, I walked to the zebra cross in front of my shop. I waited for the red light to turn green, and then the store gate opened. I've missed a few minutes of operational hours. I'm late. There were two people standing in front of the gate. Fariz and Lily again.

"It's just that people always make out in front of me" I mengedumel. Yes, although I am glad to let them be together, but the name I once liked, a little irritated too. I crossed the street to the dormitory to change into a uniform. I quickly got ready and went up to the store.

"Yung... Where's it?" Lutfi patted me on the shoulder while I was absent.

"There's downstairs, your favorite chips," I'm busy going back and forth absent paper.

"wahh asikk nih, sayung emang best deh." Lutfi hugged me spoiled.

"what the heck yung, amused to know," I tried to take it off, Lutfi really likes to joke. Unconscious I hit someone when I almost fell, when my legs nudged the table that made my body balance neglected.

"uh.." Fariz's brother caught me. I quickly got up.

"sorry.." I said while distancing myself.

"Next time be careful." She's telling.

"oh, okay.. Pills to the top yuk, there are many items that must be checked." I turned my attention and left Fariz's brother.

"Aren't you papa yung?" Upil asked me as he walked up the stairs.

"No papa, just my legs are a bit sprained and rich," I moaned.

After nightfall, I lay down my body, tired of it. My feet have not improved either.

"Sir, I'd like a leave of absence, my leg is sprained." I'm whatsapp my coordinator.

"yes, I hope you get better soon, when do you want to go home?"

"Tomorrow, thank you."

"Be careful on the road" my coordinator allows.

"When I arrived this morning, I asked permission to go home again. hufft because of Fariz's brother, sebell," I muttered annoyed.

drrt.drr..

"Where, honey isn't the same as me?" the chat from Danial broke my frustration, instead I smiled unintentionally.

"haha what the hell?" I'm ashamed to think about it.

"I know you don't believe me yet" she replied with a sad emoticon.

"Well, how are you," I'm confused as to what to say.

"Honey it can not be instant, let alone we just know. I once really loved someone but I was disappointed, just walk away." I reply again. I express my feelings of waste.

"I don't think it's negative, men aren't the same." He was always positive towards me.

"Negative thoughts are created because we are too afraid to lose. We once believed but betrayed, once dear but disappointed, once made him the only one who would make you happy, even he was the one who hurt you the most." I explained my reasons.

"I understand, but I'm glad you opened your heart for me. I'm sure you'll love me too."

"Jalanin just yet, but all I know is I'm getting comfortable with you for now." I'm honest with him.

More or less he can make me forget tears, he can distract me only for him, he can change the opinions that are in my mind.

Deg. deg. so soon he wanted to introduce me to his parents. I feel like this is a hallucination. Oh..

"really?"

"When do you have time?"

"Actually tomorrow I want to go home, my legs hurt, it fell and sprained."

"That's why don't think of me, don't focus on the way," she laughed at me with smile emoticons.

"He's teasing?" I mumbledumel furious.

"Ye.. pede really. rese loe," I chatted him back, irritated it. Not that he should be worried about what. But I blushed.

I spent the night with chat. Until I fall asleep.

"yung woke up, he said he wanted to go home," Lutfi had been awake since the dawn of the Adhan. Usually if I want to go home, I have to get up early to get a bus.

"huuuammm still sleepy pills," I finally woke up, even though I was having trouble getting home.

I sat at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive. Lots of work in the morning. Vehicles passing through the city streets. School children are crowded in groups, walking with joy. There are also those who cycle while chatting.

Flash back on,

I turned the bike on casually, even though I knew I was late for school. I approached my friend who usually went with me. Along the way he mengedumel because I was late.

"Our baby is late" he was worried.

"It's relaxing again" I underestimated.

Once at school, the front gate is closed. Fortunately we are still allowed to enter, but my bike must be placed in front of the UKS because the parking lot is in the key. His intention was to humiliate me for being late, but not at all to me. Motorcycle lock requested teacher. After school should be taken in the BK room. Many students are pushing up in the field. But I ran away to class, permission to go to the toilet.

Until the class is still lectured, Biology teacher is shaken right in the first subject, boring. I sat down immediately after getting my entry permit. The BK teacher who often punishes me is lazy again seems to be looking for me, because I am always running away from punishment. My mischievousness, it is still natural that yes, his name is a schoolboy. I think it's still light. hehe.

Flash back off

I smiled to myself remembering that. When a lot of uniformed slaves reveled towards the school, but immediately lost a smile when the sound of the bell in the classroom rang. School time, the most wonderful time, I allowed that. I also experienced the same thing.

How enthusiastic when the clock is empty. Happy when the teacher doesn't come. Going home is fun. There is a love of monkeys, like their own temen but not soan, there is a fight, hit each other because of the seizure of men, secretly like but afraid to say. How fun it is to be together in the cafeteria and nerdy children have become a rich library of my palace house.

There are so many stories where school events are held, ranging from performing arts to various competitions to commemorate certain events. How the atmosphere of graduation and separation with friends who deserve family. Where we do not have to think about work to get money, just say mama or papa, want this to want it. The time when the hardest thing is just PR Mathematics, no longer hurt about love.

Speaking of love, I remembered Danial. Somehow I suddenly remembered the school days, as the bus I was waiting for had arrived in front of me, and I was riding it.

On the bus I thought about Danial, about his invitation to see his parents.

"I'm on my way home." I told Danial.

"Yes, I'll pick you up at the terminal,"

I told my mom before that I wanted to go home again because of a sprain. I also told her about going to Danial's parents' house, even though she told me to go home first, with my feet she was worried. But I still choose to go to Danial's house, I have to take advantage of the opportunity well. This is the first time, in my love story, I feel really wanted and fought for.

The thing I never expected, that I knew him not long ago, not just nonsense or sweet promises, he proved his seriousness. Yeah at least I consider Danial's attitude that way.