Boyfriend Lies

First Day White Ash

A week of enduring embarrassment for playing the role of a lunatic, ended up fruiting sweetness as well. Yup! Orientation is over. Now, I can wear a colored uniform and have the same logo as Kak Arfan. The moment I have been waiting for the most. The stories of love during Junior High will soon be repeated. Ow hell! I can't wait to be floated every day by Brother Arfan.

The backpack that had been rolled up on the bed, I attached it to both shoulders. It was time to step confidently out of the room because there would be no more mocking the attributes in this body. I've looked normal, already seen as a promising gray-white teenager.

“Arfan is waiting, you know, Ra.” Information I got from Mami after coming down the stairs.

“Dandan,” comments Kak Sonia without taking her eyes off her favorite breakfast, a toast that has been smeared with chocolate jam.

"Look first, dong, look! I'm beautiful yet, huh?” I provoked their eyes to be fixed on me, the object thirsting for attention.

“Udah, there! Kasian Arfan from earlier outside.” Mami pushed my body and gave me two plastic bags of toast and milk. “Content to Arfan one, yes!”

“Ready, Boss!” My smile expands with hands that are in a respectful position.

“Why not go to school by yourself, anyway, son? You too, right, can bring motor.” Papi who had just been silent suddenly opened his voice.

"Obviously, Pi, again the crucifixion of love. They're LDR-free because of one school now."

"Thick once.” I approve Sonia's statement. His words were indeed spicy, but the matter of truth no one could match his tongue. Believe it, deh

"I mean Papi, same as Arfan. He, right, has to wake up at dawn to pick Dara up. Papi also if told to pick up a girl every day whichever way. I'm running out of gas, wasting energy, have to wait a long time again.”

"Unfortunately, Arfan wants to, aja, tuh!” I confidently say it because it's been from the time of Junior High, Arfan did that. “Udah, ah, want to go first!" I deliberately kissed the back of Mami's, Papi's, and Sonia's hands before passing from the dining room.

True said Mami, Arfan was already stand-by in the front room. His hands were busy playing his phone. Because of his focus, he was not aware of my presence here.

"Portsec!” My darling nickname, as always.

"Eh, Dodol! Udah?” asked Arfan who I immediately answered with a nod. Must be what he asked about grooming and getting ready before leaving. “Yok!”

His phone was put first into a jacket pocket. After attaching the backpack, Kak Arfan's hand looked up, inviting him to join until he left the house.

“There is bread from Mami, nih!” My hands that were free from her grasp held out two breakfast bags that Mami had made.

“Where do you eat?” When it comes to eating friends, Arfan is indeed happy to ask my opinion. He always said that his top priority was me. So, whatever I want, Brother Arfan will try to meet and come.

"Where is it, how?" Our hand held off because Arfan put his helmet on first.

"Come, aja! Here, put on the helmet."

...***...

The place we talked about yesterday, under the shade tree of the backyard. Breakfast together before the entrance bell has become our habit, both when I was Junior High, when I was still MOPD, until now we wear uniforms of the same color.

"Is there a plan yet? What's it gonna be to get into excrement?" Arfan asked in between chewing food.

"Ordinary kayak." I smiled broadly while winking.

"Next another OSIS?" Arfan is in disbelief.

My head nodded. "Not Brother is also the son of OSIS. Yeah, well, not a few times if I go along too."

Brother Arfan said no more, just smiled knots, then continued devouring food. Strange, shouldn't he be happy? We will be together again after one year of taking another school path.

"Not try another ex? Good, you know, here.

"I don't want to join OSIS, do I?" My guess, anyway, is.

"No, that's it, honey. Brother just wants you to develop talent. You, right, are writing. Why not try to get into the team of journalists or mading?"

"No way." I'm affirming. My decision is round. "I'm going to OSIS. I've never experienced the sensation and wanted to repeat the same sensation."

"How sensational is it? Romantic, yes, because everywhere with a girlfriend?" Eyes squinting.

His words are not 100% true. I want to go everywhere with my girlfriend. I've made it happen by going to the same school, but for this organization it's purely out of sheer determination. Not because there is a boyfriend or an insider.

"GR!" I pointed at his face while laughing. "Not because it knows. I felt at OSIS it was fun. Difficult together, happy together, truant can also be together. Seneng, aja, that's it."

"Oh, yeah, it's. Brother will support whatever you want." Brother Arfan put two boxes of used milk into a plastic bag.

"Seriously, huh?"

"Hem," he said. "Later if there's news of the recruitment you'll know."

"okay." My thumb floats.

...***...

Five minutes of sitting without Arfan quickly I end because it feels unpleasant. Lonely, there were usually Ingeu and Fuji who accompanied me at Junior High School, but they chose to go to State High School instead of following me on the pharmacy line. They assume that the school here will be haunted by formulas and calculations, essentially they have agreed to choose the IPS department. Yes, actually I also want to go to public school because I intend to take the Faculty of Indonesian Language and Literature when I go to college, but my heart is always different location with logic. As a result, I took the entrance examination of SMK Pharmaceutical Nation and was declared to pass and enter the superior class.

"Class X-1." No need to bother looking for my name in the mading and looking for my class signboard above the door because Kak Arfan has told the division and position of the room yesterday. One of the advantages I would receive, if it merged into the right hand of the school. Yes, even though the holidays have to come in to help the teacher improve the table and bench, but I am willing to do it. After all, OSIS will usually be more accurate information than other general students.

As Arfan said. My class is located at the end of the building, facing the teacher room, always in the spotlight because it is the most slick and quiet during lesson time. The reason is called the superior class because everyone who enters this class is sorted based on the report card value during Junior High and the processing of grades during the selection test.

The classroom door that was left open, I entered slowly. I looked at the faces of those who would later become comrades in arms. There were some of them who were my classmates during MOPD. Thankfully, I found Riska— my best friend a week ago.

"You're here?" I'm glad tara. I don't feel lonely anymore.

"Huh, yeah, geez. We're in class again, Ra!" His embrace was so tight. "Sit down, sit down."

Not thinking much, I sat down on the empty bench that was available beside him. Agree, anyway, with a position like this. Riska picked the bench in the second row. Not too close to the teacher's desk.

"Yuk, just the bag! We're going to the field for the ceremony." I immediately agreed because there was a voice from the organizing committee so that we rushed the line on the field.

...***...

I'm taking Riska's line in the back. Not without purpose. When entering the field area, I had seen Kak Arfan wearing a bandana tatib on his forehead. That is, he will stand upright behind the line while watching the children who break the rules.

“Mode, yes?” guess Riska. Just a week after, he had already understood my hidden intentions of wanting to stand in the back row.

“Half-half, anyway!” I can only show a smile even though both cheeks are hot.

As predicted, Brother Arfan walked straight, his direction approaching me. All four of them he poked my arm while smiling anxiously.

“Ngapain standing behind?” His voice was slow, but it caught everyone's attention.

“Pengen here, aja,” replied I hold a smile while holding back embarrassment. Afraid of being yelled at by the cie-cie, even though I'm sure they won't yell at us for not knowing about this relationship.

"Dodol again mode.” The pinching of my cheeks was anxious and left a mark of disbelief from everyone. Some of them turned their heads forward.

“Kakak diem there, yes.” I pointed at the empty land right behind me.

“His task is in class XI, Dear.” Again, everyone looked at us. This time with eyes of disbelief and curiosity. They are waiting for clarification on this relationship. Clarifying? Yes, artist times.

"Continue doing here?” I'm a little sewot.

“Mau sendipin you to temen-temen.” The point is pointing to the right.

Right, there's another team. Two people anyway. Since when did they try there? Why didn't I realize, huh? Half embarrassed, I smiled at the two upperclassmen who were believed to be her friend Kak Arfan.

“Titip my girlfriend, yes, Ngab!”

“Iye-iye, have a job!” order of the man with curly hair.

“Gue godain can, not, Fan?” joking the other guy.

Brother Arfan immediately floated a clenched hand. “Mending on jotos, yuk!”

“Udah, yes, sana!” concluded me who did not want to hear more temptation, especially some children look irate to see us.

“Do not be naughty, yes, Dodol,” whispers.

"Sweet continues, nih,” comments Riska after Kak Arfan slightly away from our area.

“Iya, dong, should. If you don't sweet, I want to nyusulin him here.”

“Benev too, anyway. Good thing Arfan is handsome, cool, equally romantic. Emang pantes tightened surveillance so as not to go anywhere.”

“I'm sure he's not going anywhere, kok.” I am so confident that I am this.

“Means how many years have you been dating?” tanya Riska was still whispering.

“December later three taun.” Just thinking about it made me feel. “Doain, yes, hopefully lasting continue.” My eyes were seriously staring at Riska.

Deheman someone from behind made our conversation stop. “The girlfriend of Arfan, please shut up first, yes! The reason can be continued later!” scold the curly hair I don't know her name.

...***...