Black Pen

11

Some of the incoming calls I didn't have time to answer came from a new number with no name . Together with one incoming message that managed to make me curious.

"Can we talk for a second?" Fill in the message someone sent from the owner of a number that I do not recognize at all.

I called back the number but there was no answer, this guy was so mysterious that it made me feel curious about his figure.

I immediately rushed to go to school, after making sure that today Akbar would not contact me to ask me to accompany him to skip, though today I really want to skip remembering yesterday was bad enough that I could not manage concentration or the spirit to study in school.

Annisa was already waiting for me in front of the gate, with a slightly panicked face, it seemed like she wanted to convey something quite important to me.

"Ra, this morning there was a woman calling urang" Urang which in Indonesian means me or I refer to a sentence that is a little rough and aimed at friends who are close enough.

Deg

My heart feels hot, if I can stop time like Doraemon, maybe right now I want to stop it, force Annisa not to say anything that will make me hurt. It sounds a little exaggerated but that's the truth

"The woman's name is Risna, she says she's Akbar's girlfriend.." Annisa continued her words.

"What's this number?" I gave Annisa my phone so she could see the number I meant.

"Ah yes this, right" Annisa again gave the phone to me.

A sense of tightness crept in my chest, if only Akbar was in front of me at this moment, I would have slapped his cheeks.

"This is actually what I wanted to talk to you about back then, when you asked me to talk in your class. But I can't bear to say it because you looked so happy at the time"

"really?" My tears began to pour down my cheeks. It was unbelievable, even Akbar had promised to be with me under any circumstances and I believe, it was heartbreaking.

The most painful thing is that when you know the truth, the truth about him, the only person you trust the most has betrayed you.

"So, who is Risna?" With the tightness and tears in my eyes, I ventured to ask, hoping for an answer that would stop me from crying.

"Later after school we find out" replied Annisa steady, he took my hand to get into the class. I immediately wiped my tears and forgot the strange feeling that was enough to make my chest tight.

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RISNA BERLYNDA

I typed the name and started to find out who this woman was through the Fac*book app, a trending app among students, a very helpful app for selling, getting acquainted, finding a mate, a new one, to look for evidence of infidelity as I'm currently neglecting. Five seconds later came the name Risna Berlynda with a plump female propyl and some bio information that led to her.

Because the propyl is public so I can see all its activities freely without having to send friends first.

Some romantic status is listed there using the initials of the letter A which is none other than Akbar, who else if not Akbar? my heart began to burn with jealousy, wondering what was going on behind me.

Many times Annisa tried to call Risna's number, but none of her raised. Annisa is indeed my best friend, when I feel so hurt he is the first human to comfort me even he is busy finding out who is the figure of Risna who is none other than Akbar's mistress.

"What business are you calling me on?" Annisa sent the message quickly, while I felt a pain that continued to creep in my chest, aching but not bleeding. I don't know for a kid our age who just turned 16 the sad thing in life is just a breakup.

"I'm Akbar's girlfriend, we've been dating for a long time, I just want to make sure that your friend also has the same status as me and Akbar's boyfriend" The woman's answer fed me up, who does he think I am? want to fight over the guy I've even been dating for a few weeks. Fuckin !

I started to get bored, I tried to shift my feelings by ordering chicken noodles in front of me, Annisa also ordered. It is my habit if I am heartbroken I have to eat immediately, because accepting the harsh reality also needs energy.

Annisa who was provoked by emotion, she could not bear to see me heartbroken by the man Iwan introduced me, finally she called Risna scolded him all out, that is what is called a friend. When his best friend is hurt he gets hurt, when his best friend is happy he feels it. Really, it was a fortune to know an Annisa, the greatest woman I've ever seen cry before me.