Black Room

Disillusioned

Busyness will make you forget about pain and disappointment

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The night falls in the middle of the Sumatran wilderness. Small stars dotted the night sky Thursday. I crossed the village street after buying a meatball from my mother's order. Bang pram, bang reno, and bang febi are seen sitting on the bench across the cafe.

"Hey prospective professor" said bang pram.

I just smiled without stopping. Bang reno and bang febi are heard laughing with pram bang babbling. They gathered there to wait for their friends. I haven't been with them since three weeks ago. The busyness of the school and the bad assumption of the community became a reason for me to isolate myself from them.

I opened the unlocked door and immediately put my motor matick into the house. Mother looks to be focusing on watching a Turkish drama film that she really likes. I placed my order on the dinner table and ran into the room after I heard my Blackberry ringing.

Mutia Heriyenti's.

"Infant. So young mom. Ibuk if the road with mama is considered adek brother and sister same person. Mother-minded mother who looks old or a young mother"

I smiled reading mutia's buk message. I always laugh alone replying to buk mutia's message. Maybe it's true people say. Someone who is in love will act like a person who is not sane. And I felt that I was not sane when I grinned at myself receiving buk mutia's message.

The more days I get closer to buk mutia. Almost every night I talk in BBM chats. And every day I met buk mutia at school. The hope that once had been extinguished is now re-ignited with the burning fire of love. Since two weeks ago buk mutia commented on my status, we always reply to messages discussing many things. I became aware of buk mutia who really likes to tell stories. Family, lectures, campus friends, to the extent that teachers at school are also a subject of conversation. Buk mutia people are very open and fun. But my closeness to buk mutia is nothing more than a student and a teacher.

I took marijuana out from under the bed. I concocted a fine pot of marijuana that stayed seven or six rolls longer. I started rolling after the marijuana leaves had been felt smooth. Since the tragedy of the capture of noval and the run of his brother-in-law, I only smoked marijuana by locking myself in the room. Immersed in tasks or immersed in my own hallucinations. I feel Ganka is a tranquilizer that can remove the burden and fatigue in my body. But one day I'll realize that it's all just a fantasy of lust.

In the past, I smoked two rolls of marijuana in a day. At school I also smoked marijuana every hour of rest. Bojek and tullo be the ones who accompany me when I bring marijuana to school. However, bojek no longer smoke marijuana since the trauma with the incident that befell his best friend noval. And I also never brought school marijuana again. Now I just suck one linting for a serving in a day.

My BlackBerry on the floor rang. Green light Flashing notification sign bbm in. I finished my twisting. Then give the honey to make it durable.

"You only buy one serving of kikan" cried mother from the dinner table.

"Yes, I'm full" Sahutku shouted in the room.

I started burning my twists. The pungent smell immediately smelled in my nose. I sucked my twisting as deep as I could. Beautiful fumes billowed out of my mouth. The perfect night. Gumanku's.

Mutia Heriyenti's

"You like my mom"

I laughed at the message of buk mutia. Suddenly buk mutia asked like that. I feel silly with buk mutia's question. And I don't know what was in my mind that buk mutia asked me that.

The Alendra

I replied to buk mutia's message honestly. Anyways. Buk mutia already knew my identity who liked her secretly. I don't know where buk mutia can find out all that. Maybe from the asmarni book or from my friends.

I played a rino harahap song sung by regina. I'm in love. A song that represents my feelings right now. The beautiful fumes are dancing to my happiness tonight.

Mutia Heriyenti's

"Like and love are different. I don't like it, darling. But if my darling likes it"

I smiled reading mutia's buk message. Who says that love and affection are different. I replied to buk mutia's message with overflowing feelings of happiness.

I don't like it, darling. But my dear would love it. It does. But for me, if we like it, we don't necessarily think of someone we like. But if it's a pity we're definitely thinking about it. And buk mutia has always been a happy discussion in my head.

Mutia.

"Hehehe ibuk halu yes. Sorry, I thought I loved my mom. Oh yeah, can I tell you a story?"

I laughed when I read buk mutia's message. It's code or I'm the only one with too much feeling. But I'm more loyal to my principles. I don't want to mess up all the happiness I feel by again hoping for more of my closeness to buk mutia. I was thinking maybe buk mutia was just kidding. Furthermore, buk mutia likes to joke.

The Alendra

"Please. What story do you want?"

Buk mutia sent a long message to tell her former lover. The name of the former lover of buk mutia was ade who at that time I saw distatus BBM buk mutia. The former lover of buk mutia attended UNP with a major in sports. Buk mutia sent a very long message as if her hands were not tired to type.

I suck my twisting very deep. Questions in my mind. For what buk mutia tells of someone who has become his past. Or maybe buk mutia still hopes for her ex-boyfriend? I read every message of buk mutia with a jealous feeling. I am jealous of their beautiful story.

Buk mutia met her ex-boyfriend at a restaurant. Buk mutia is familiar with the owner of the restaurant because buk mutia always eat there. And it was the owner of the restaurant who introduced buk mutia to her former lover. Buk mutia is still typing a message that tells her closeness before dating her ex-lover.

I gulped down reading buk mutia's message. Marijuana that was delicious now feels very bitter when I suck. I decided to no longer open the message from buk mutia. To hell with that past love story. Buk mutia is still typing in.

I suck my twisting very deep. The smoke that came out of my mouth seemed to release fret in my soul. I dumped my Blackberry that landed seamlessly on the bed. I was back to enjoying the almost-lucky twisting.

I laughed hard remembering buk mutia. All the disappointment and pain I felt tonight was my own fault. I seemed to dissolve in wishful thinking about the hope of buk mutia. I have been lulled by the euphoria of the presence of buk mutia in my life. And at once the pain sliced my heart with the unexpected to have buk mutia.

I stood up and picked up the school bag from the top of the bopet. I took out PKN notebooks and printed books purchased from the school as references. I chose to do a very large and long PKN task. Buk de assigns the task by telling us to deduce and summarize the material in a printed book which is then copied into the book of notes. Very exhausting task. But I chose to be immersed in books and pens so that I could forget the pain and buk mutia. Doesn't it make us forget pain and disappointment? I was so immersed in my routine as a student that I fell asleep and forgot what happened tonight.