Can I Lose You's?
Chapter 3_The Another Option
Long story short, me and Neneng Riska have returned to their respective homes. It's just that because Riska is too busy daydreaming about her heart worship where later will invite her to go to the beach, she forgot to avoid the puddles made by the rain some time ago.
At the same time, a car drove from the north and passed the puddle beside it. As a result, he was soaked because all the puddles passed by the car soaked his body.
“Yaa geezn, car base suath. You don't know if someone else is passing by!” Omelnya while trying to hold back tears because her dirty school clothes were hit by a puddle.
“Hwaa... How about Tiaa?? My mom will be angry.” He added while starting to whine like a child who wants cake from his mother.
“Dah-dah ga papa, let's go home nakk. Cup cup cupp.” I answered trying to calm her down like a mother when I saw her crying child.
On the way he still cried, sobbing until I could not bear to see my friend this one. I also tried to keep him calm while I drove back home.
****
The next day, time went on as usual. Wake up early and go to school. The same thing throughout the day accompanied by the earth and the same atmosphere.
(Tringg.. school bell sound).
“Good morning kids, today we will learn about what trigonometry is. Trigonometry itself is..” Said the math teacher who always approached my class every week except Friday.
I also only pay attention to the same whiteboard throughout the day. Until then. Ela, my classmate and best friend were doing the exercises that Hanif's mother as my math teacher gave me. I can only see his skill in doing the matter in front of the square-shaped white board.
Zahra and Neneng Riska? They're in this school, just in a different class. It is only 2 classes away from here. Pretty close of course, considering we were always together after the first break bell rang.
About our favorite in the cafeteria? Of course, buy snacks Pak Danang with serving-style portion with perekarat price. Plus an iced tea from Mbak Yuk that quenches thirst after a day of brain drain.
In my mind there is only a break bell that will soon ring. But somehow, 3 minutes feels like 3 years like languishing behind bars.
Maybe only my best friend Ela didn't think about all that. Just imagine all the mathematical problems he can solve well. Contrary to me who has this mediocre ability. It feels so different, right? Maybe it's true, it's not wrong for me to think about this from a few days before.
How can a friend think badly of his own friend because it prioritizes lessons in school rather than time to spend together.
Like that time. Ela considers if the friendship we are living is just nonsense like the babble of a child who was thrown without thinking first.
As a result, Riska who was so sensitive to her own best friend began to shed tears when they collided with her mouth after coming home from school.
I also still remembered the sentence that Ela spoke little by little began to damage our friendship.
“Nothing can be expected if we just play like a child!” He said in front of me and also Riska when he wanted to invite her home together.
“What are you talking about La?! How did you suddenly get so emotional?!” Reply Riska while trying to get close to Ela who started to move away while shedding tears.
I also just kept quiet. Silence in the sense of being unable to say anything. “That's your father, it's really bad. Just shut up like this!” I murmured in my heart while tightly grasping my hand which began to tremble.
However, all of that was just an event in the past. Where we still have a few options. Either choose to get caught up in it or start appreciating the differences that exist.
****
