Black Pen

15

My homeroom teacher, Tuti, called me to his office, as he ordered me to immediately walk into the office where he was waiting for me.

After arriving, he invited me to sit in the front seat of his desk. I nodded following his orders.

"Your grades are good, your presence too. I'm watching your changes now, hopefully like that huh?" He handed me a piece of paper containing a list of values and some activities I participated in. I smiled with satisfaction, I had managed to return the values I should have gotten when I was in first grade.

Suddenly the memory of Akbar appeared. How long has he been missing?, or rather we are both evading.

I tried to contact him, and it worked. My delayed days have returned to normal with Akbar back next to me. However, Akbar's dear now is not the old Akbar.

If he used to take the time to just meet me, or take a walk after school and enjoy the beautiful twilight at the lake. Now we don't do it anymore.

Even to just tell me it feels very expensive, it has really changed to make me think badly about it, so every day slalu fights occur even almost never as sweet as before.

Apparently the circumstances made him look very busy, since entering third grade Akbar slalu took classes, he also took some lessons, he also took some lessons, in addition, the preparation for the final semester exam made him no longer have time to play with me.

In fact, on Sundays he would work to help his father. Even so I never cared, all I thought about was how could it change so quickly? He has been busy himself and no longer has time to just take me for a walk.

I couldn't take that decision easily, even after our relationship ended. Funnily enough, he exchanged news with Annisa. The thing that made me angry at Annisa for the first time, he slalu responded to Akbar, listening to all the words that Akbar told him. He knew I was very hurt at the time.

In December 2013, Akbar was declared graduated by his school, although I no longer know about his whereabouts. All I know is he's been close to my best friend Annisa since first grade.

Seeing some of Annisa's posts that slalu present Akbar's name as his best commentator. Sure, it makes me sultry. The ego has taken hold of me, anger, tightness and wounds mixed into one.

I contacted him once again, expressing all my hurt feelings, anger and tears flowing unceasingly I could not stand it anymore.

"As you know, Annisa's my boyfriend. Now he's become the most important part of my life. Don't bother me anymore !" A short message that was enough to make me shut up. Crying was the only thing I wanted to do.

At the break, I saw Annisa standing with her friends, talking about things with a happy expression. I approached her with tears that were unceasingly flowing down my cheeks. The turbulent anger and also the ego that kept pushing me to abuse him.

"Basic traitor ! can you, why am I all the same? what kind of sabahat are you? hypocrite ! you hypocritical woman" I cursed, my anger just flowing. I hate them, hate them so much, my boyfriend and my best friend, more precisely my ex. That day, it felt like half of my soul had disappeared, died and felt empty.