Black Room

I don't want to be like Dad

Home is not a place for her feelings

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Have you ever felt yourself tormented for a reason that you do not fully understand? Or the inner pressure that keeps forcing you to change? Which in the end you can not conclude anything and think this life should only be lived like what you want?

Hope mom just wants to see me graduate from high school. Because that hope is my mother slamming bones to finance my school. Mom is a wholesale trader in the market. Small business that turned out to be enough to support the three of us. While the father is only a rule that gives a picture of a man who thinks of himself and does not care about his wife's children. Ah, I don't want to talk about how dad. Because I don't want to be like my father. You agree more with my opinion who no longer want to continue school after graduation from Junior High School. But it is evidence of the selfishness of the father who does not think about the fate of his children. It was also the thing that made me feel hate to see a hard-hearted mother to send me to school.

"Mom, I don't need to connect to SMA. I could find a job. Kumpulin money for later open business. In fact, if it is held in school, it will only make the mother disappointed" said when after finishing from Junior High School

And at first my mother let me work away from the island of Java. I worked on my birthplace for six months. But the dark life of the sparkling city, made my mother worried and asked me to go back to the village. My mother asked me to go back to school. At first I did not agree. In addition to not the intention of school, I also do not want to trouble mother with SPP fees that she must bear every month. But mom didn't want me to be like a shuja bang who had to pawn her education just because of economic limitations.

"Look at your brother. He was hanging around because he did not have a High School diploma. Now looking for work must finish High School" said the mother two years ago.

I was famous for my mischief at school. First class time. My locale is possessed by local hell by teachers. That is evident by the many students of my class who often enter the case book. Caught no ceremony and truant weeks without explanation. I was one of the bad students in my class. But that's just the one-sixer. In the second semester I can change and can go to class. But not with my other friends. They live in classes with a lot of red values that they do not complete.

In this second grade, I'm a local with suhaimi. Suhaimi is my colleague who always sleeps during class hours. Suhaimi and I are always present in the case books with the same delinquency. But Suhaimi did not follow my steps to change and remediate. Suhaimi chose resigned not to go to class.

Dissemester one yesterday, my report card is also a lot of red and my presence is also a lot of alpha without explanation. I was just angry with the advice. However, last night my mother cried after meeting with buk de (Teacher PKN) who lives in one village with me. Mom cried and demanded that I immediately complete my recovery. And I will prove that I can change without having to stay away from my friends.

"Dikan" Shouted someone girl.

I smiled at him. That girl is vingky. My classmates. On the field, students cheered at the tug-of-war match. This week, my school is holding a semester-end race after the exam. I sat under a durian tree in front of the lab. I chose to learn to finish my recovery instead of drowning in the race.

"Dikan already know, if alpine and risk reverses" asked vingky.

"Emang yes" I was curious.

Alpin is a former king. Riska is my ex. Alpin and Riska had a relationship before we dated.

"As soon as I heard from Indri" answered the king who was sitting next to me.

Alpin is my best friend. My introduction to the alpin began in violent street racing. At that time me and the gang (friends who are one village with me) saw a wild race show on the highway that is always there every Sunday night. The toll roads that are usually decorated with races are replaced with debates that make the atmosphere rowdy.

The two gangs fought each other for the win and lose. Their ego and gensi make them unwilling to admit defeat. Until the young blood that flows within them makes the race an entertaining free boxing show.

The two gangs are from the new koto nagari and the mundam sakti. We had nothing to do with their fight. But a member of one of the gangs got us to meddle in the fight. Is a young nagari mundam who accidentally hit the back of a bowo motorcycle boarded by his sister and aris, the young man mundam just ran away without responsibility. And we went after the mundam boy who ran into his village.

After that, I knew the alpin. My acquaintance with alpin grew closer after we were met at the same school. I'm a new student, and an alpin as a transfer student. Me and the alpine often go to school together.

However, the alpin's attitude changed and seemed to be deliberately moving away from me after I dated risk. Women who are dumped by alpin for reasons no longer in love. Alpin asked me to match him with a vingky.

"How much risk?" I'm on an alpine one day.

But the alpin so haughtily replied that he was no longer in love. Her love now turns to Vingky who later becomes her boyfriend.

I once asked when alpine never again present dikantin tek rida dijam break. I said that I was ready to decide on a risk if it's what keeps him at my distance. But the alpin said that he had stopped smoking and told me to continue with the risk.

"It turns out we're just an impingement" said vingky miris.

Yingky's right. I'm like an impingement for risk. My closeness to risk started from mention-mention twitter. I often talk about risk with his gala tweets. At first I was just a friend venting from the risk turmoil left by alpine. But the more our day gets closer. We were so close that we exchanged phone numbers. Until one day, Riska invited me to meet for the first time.

"Nothing, want to chat directly aja" mention risk ditwitter.

At the first meeting, it was me and risk. Riska said she felt comfortable with me. I said I felt the same way. Then we dated after the kiss I felt for the first time.

After two dating. Our relationship ended only because of a photo of me and a very close-knit queen. That time me, vingky, and two male friends were expelled from economics class for not making assignments. Then we decided to go to the blue-hole lake of the former mine in the Tanjung ampalu area. We were taking pictures until I had a photo together with the vingky. And Riska was jealous of that photo. Obviously it's blind jealousy, riska even already knows that me and vingky have been friends since smp. However, all my explanations did not succeed in making the risk emotions subside. He always said I was lying. And I was fed up and just silenced the risk. Initially risk asked for a break. But three days later she decided to text me "We better break up"

"You're disappointed not to hear them back?" Ask vingky lirih.

Disappointed? The only thing I'm disappointed in is the alpin's arrogance that acknowledges that he's no longer in love with risk.

"You're still in love with risk?"

Of love? I can't really deduce my feelings for someone who had clearly betrayed me. Riska was a flower that withered when I found it. I comforted and cared for him so he wouldn't feel lonely. But when it starts to bloom and re-flowers. Riska loves me by returning to trust in the beetle that once nearly killed her.

"You're heartbroken, aren't you?"

"Ngky, we're too small to understand a broken heart" said the porch.

"Where are you going?"

"Remedi" I answered and left the vingky under the durian tree.