Cracked Pearls

The Back Campus Park

I forgot to say, if now, I'm no longer going anywhere in Om Krishna's car. Of course, in addition to not wanting to continue to be troublesome, also to avoid long swearing Chelsea who continue to bring up many things about the loss on my behalf.

This sunny day, I came down from the seat of the online ojek that I had just boarded up to the campus gate.

The carrying case contained several books, I put them next to the left shoulder. Three of the larger books I cuddle in front of [between] my stomach and my chest.

I walked a little hasty to my class. The lecturer this time was pretty scary. I can't be late even if it's one step outside the door when the lecturer is inside.

Arriving, gasping for breath, I rubbed my chest reciting gratitude. It's not too late.

I sat on my stool with my breath beginning to settle.

Some children greeted each other and then to their respective places.

One round-assume, it's over.

Passed well without the loud cry of the mustache lecturer Mr. Raden, as in the past. All students learn enough from experience, even with me.

Feeling my throat a little dry, I intended to go out looking for a refresher in the first-floor canteen. But just as I was about to reach the doorstep, two slightly glamorous-looking girls intercepted all the children, not least me, to get out. Little did I know about both of them, they were my seniors, same level friends as Chelsea.

“Please attention for a moment!” One of the girls exclaimed.

“We want an invitation!” It tells. “Tonight this week, Rossa, you know Rossa Andita his son Rector Satrio, right? ... He wants to have his birthday! Precisely at the Four Star Hotel Panca Karya, starting at seven pm Sunday. And you are all invited, without exception! The invitation is I taro the table here. Someone please share it! That's enough of us, thank you, excuse me!”

After the two girls passed, all the children began to grow violent. One of them started handing out the blue ribboned red invitation papers to us one by one. I accepted and read it for a moment. At the very front is a short sentence ‘Allowed to bring partner’. I smiled in response. Because that means, I can take Zhio to the show.

I put the invitation in the bag, because it will have to be brought back when the event takes place. I came back to my original intention with light steps.

But right at the end of the corridor to the canteen ....

“Aduh!” pekikku surprised. I collided with someone from the opposite direction. All of my books were pounding the floor because of a minor incident just now.

Along with me, that person also crouched down to help pick up my scattered books. “Sorry, sorry, I accidentally!”

“Nothing. Thank you," I said, severing that man's guilt. I've been standing with the complete books back in the arms. “Excuse.”

There's another thing, I'm surprised by half a stun. My hand was pulled by the man just as I passed through his body about to pass.

“Wait first! You're going to the cafeteria, right?” tanyakanya.

I nodded stiffly, pulling quickly my wrist in his grasp. “Iya.”

“Kalo we are together. I treat it. Think of it as an apology because it hit you!”

I was silent for a moment, then said, “No need, Brother. Thanks though. Anyway I just want to buy a drink, kok.”

“Gak papa! I buyin!”

He's a man, my senior too.

I clearly remember Zhio's warning. He forbade me from being close to any man, except for lessons. So if I accept this guy's wish in front of me, it means I've betrayed my girlfriend once. I don't want that.

“No need, Brother. I'm pampering. Excuse me!”

“Hey! How to go anyway?! I am sincere!”

My feet fast-tracked the floors towards the canteen. Ignoring the disturbing screams in my ears.

I have one cup of avocado juice. My mind floated on the face of the senior guy who hit me earlier. I just remembered .. he was 'if not wrong .. his girlfriend one of his genk friends Chelsea. I could die if they knew I was talking to an important part of them.

For a moment I shuddered in horror at the thought of that. As I continued walking, I decided to go to the park behind the campus. There's one of my favorite places, at least to re-read the lessons I learned today.

Just about ten minutes from my distance in the cafeteria, my butt landed perfectly where I was headed. A wooden bench, under a fairly lush mango tree with no fruit, was faced with a small pond with a mossy lotus lying on the surface. I like it the most here, because the cool can dispel a little bit of stinging Jakarta air.

In the straws to all my juices, I heard a gentle voice calling out.

“Pearl!”

Aghast. I was looking for that voice.

“Who called me?" I muttered to ask-to myself.

“I'm here.”

I turned my head. A voice that felt so familiar from a clear direction. Instantly make my eyeballs widen.

“Na-Nandan!” I got up quickly from my seat so surprised, seeing him standing behind me beside the tree.

The guy's moving closer. Round the bench I sat on, then stood right in front of me. “How are you doing?” She asked. His face was gloomy looking uninspired.

I threw my face in the other direction while exhaling quite a rough breath, then sat back down with a slight feeling of uneasiness. “I'm good. What are you doing here?” ask ketusku.

I shifted my position to the end of the bench, away from Nandan who was now sitting beside me without permission.

Turning towards me and staring, Nandan was like he was going to compose a word. I saw it through the shadow in the corner of the eye.

“Can't be yes, we're kayaking first again, Mut?”

DEG!

My heart feels like it's jumping. A question that surprised me.

I smiled lightly mixed with bitter. Forcing my face to look towards Nandan. “Kayak first how do you mean?” I pretended to be stupid.

After staring at me bitterly that is not made up, Nandan rubbed his face rough that looks tangled. Waving a rough breath, he then said, “I want us to turn, Mut. Back dating kayak first again.”

I had to swallow the saliva at the end of the esophagus. I'm still waiting for the boy's words, despite the roar of my heart and my heart, 'cannot be made ordinary.

“I had no intention of lying to you about my move to London at that time, Mut. Papi trap me for the engagement.” For a moment he was silent. “I want to run now, Mut. Run with you. I want to fight now! I beg you to yes, Mut.”

He looked at me who was now also staring at him with tears that had been piercing grain by grain. “We ran from here!”

I was still speechless, while my chest was already very claustrophobic hearing all the arrangements he said.

“Mut!” One palm of my hand reached him quickly, until the distance we looked close enough. “You still love me, don't you?”