Black Room

Let go

Love is just a pleasantries before it eventually becomes stale. Strangers know each other and fall in love but end up not greeting each other.

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The new sun was up in the morning Thursday, I sat watching the excitement of the final semester race from the front of the laboratory. The game of tug of war on the field looks festive with cheering students. I stared for a moment before returning to struggling with books and memorization of remedies.

I flipped through the package book to look for pages that had been notified by the PKN teacher. Page 109. I swallowed spit. I have to memorize the democratic notions of all the experts. That means I have to memorize two pages out of my head. Damnit. I feel so lazy to memorize that much. However, last night's events forced me to memorize and beat my boredom.

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 clothes trader in the market. Small business that turned out to be enough to support the three of us. While the father is just an example as a man who thinks about himself and does not care about his wife's children. Ah, I don't want to talk about 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

Mother let me work away from the island of Java. I was there living with my mother's biological sister before I finally moved to Jakarta. However, it was not until a year that I wandered, my mother told me to go home and asked me to go back to school. At first I refused and disagreed. 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.

And I finally followed my mother's wishes. I went to school in a neighbor's nagari a little far from my house. I was famous as a bad boy at school. In the tenth grade, our local was possessed by the local hell by the teachers. That is evident with almost all the male students in our local who frequently enter case books. Not having a ceremony, skipping without information, and unplugging in class hours are what we used to do. However, it is only one. Dissemester two I always go to class and never have a problem with the case book.

Dissemester three yesterday, my report card is also a lot of red and my presence is also a lot of alpha without explanation. Mother was only angry by admonishing with words. However, last night my mother cried after meeting with buk de (Teacher PKN) who lives in one village with me. Mom was so worried I wouldn't go to class with my many remedies I hadn't finished yet. And I will prove that I can change without having to stay away from my friends.

"Dikan" Call someone girl break my concentration.

I looked up and smiled at him. That girl is vingky. Classmate with me. Vinky walked up to me.

"Dikan already know, that alpine and risk are reversed?" Ask vingky.

"Emang yes?" Askaqua.

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" replied Yingky and sat down next to me.

Alpin was my senior and best friend at school. My acquaintance with alpin began in a violent three-year street race. I was in third grade at the time. Me and a few of my friends saw a wild motorway race show that was 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 nagari koto and nagari 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 my friend's motorcycle. The young man 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.

While my closeness to risk started from mention-mention twitter. I often talk about risk with his gala tweets about alpine. At first I was just as a friend venting from the turmoil of risk left by alpine. However, the more our day our relationship grew closer. We were so close that we exchanged phone numbers. Until one day Riska invited me to meet for the first time.

At the first meeting, risk expressed his feelings. Riska said she felt comfortable with me. I said I felt the same way. But I hung up the risk answer and asked the alpin. But alpine is no problem with any of that. And me and Riska are officially dating.

But after a month of my relationship with Riska. I felt a change with the alpine attitude towards me. Alpin never again present dikantin tek rida. But the alpin says he no longer smokes.

And my relationship with risk ended after two months. We broke up just because of a picture of me and a little girl so close. 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 send me a text 'We better break up'.

"It turns out we're just venting" said vingki.

Yingki's right. I was just an outlet of their anger.

"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?"

Broken heart? No. gabe. I never felt heartbroken because of a breakup. Love for me is just a small talk before it finally gets stale. Strangers know each other and fall in love but end up not greeting each other.

"Dikan, you're heartbroken, aren't you" Yingky repeated her question.

"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.