Cracked Pearls

He's That's my boyfriend

Getting out of the cab, my feelings are still in a strange state because of Dad's behavior. My forehead kept pucker up thinking about how unusual she was like that. But everything changed, after my nose smelled the distinctive scent of jasmine flowers lined up on one side of the courtyard. Instantly I smiled with my gaze locked onto the flowers.

At first I wanted to play for a while before I went inside the cafe. Kissing a flower with feeling. But it seems that it will not be realized. Something held me back like magic.

“Muti!”

I'm looking.

The figure stood right on the threshold of the width of the cafe door with a charm that is not kidding. Unbuttoned flannel shirt with plain white t-shirt peeking in between the chest. The part of the hand that was rolled about two folds, ornate an aesthetic black watch on the wrist, was really my favorite style. Slim fit jeans end black pattern white sneakers, add macho charm of young people today. And she is my .. boyfriend!

Ah, no!

I'm melting.

“Eh, hay!” my hand waved stiffly as a strange grin.

He walked closer to me. “Habits stop by,” scolding. “Come in! I have chosen the chair.”

I nodded with a sweet-smoking smile. “OK!” my reply was short.

Walk with joy. Footsteps swayed merrily with a fluffy smile. Together with him who always looks sweet even though viewed from a distance that is not close. Makes me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

He is Nandan-Nandan Adiraksa-my girlfriend.

I brag a little about him.

She's that sweet. He can always make me unable to sleep all night just because of small things that might be according to ordinary people, but it seems magical in my opinion.

Lookie! The face is always handsome whenever and wherever. Either I'm exaggerating, or he's perfect.

He never made me wait. Always arrive early when we promise to meet like this, even when he picks me up at home to go to school together or something.

When Mr. Sodikin came out of the mosque in the early morning, Nandan was already perched on his motorcycle in front of my house with a fistful of toast he bought at the end of the alley. And often I rebuke him for coming too early.

A little about us;

Nandan and I had a relationship from three years ago, exactly when I was just a new student at the same High School as him. Nandan is my upperclassman with two classes. Our love just intertwined. He was the one who came close and I was the one who finally could not resist.

The seats marked by Nandan we have been seated side by side.

I put my sling bag on the table so as not to disturb. A moment of observing around. It was a pretty crowded day of visitors apparently, my heart said.

“What intention, anyway?” Nandan asked.

“Find a guy,” reply to me accordingly.

“Cowok?”

"Hummmmd. Who knows if there are cooler than you here.” I came back wailing like a madman. “But nothing. everything is ugly!”

“Can be!” reply to me frankly.

The rest of Nandan's naughtiness has not faded.

“Ya. What do you want to eat?” tanyanya.

Now I put on a thinking face. Imagine what food is good to spoil my tongue and stomach which is actually not so longing. Before replying, my gaze shifted to a plate of fried potatoes that had just been half eaten by Nandan. There was a little bit of sauce on the edge of his plate, which indicates he had been here long enough.

“Juice oranges. If I eat I am still full,” I said later.

Without asking much more, Nandan just nodded. “Ya already so.”

A male servant approached Nandan's call and gesture, then left after taking note of my order and Nandan's addition in the small note he carried.

Not until ten minutes, two tall glasses of juice with a different taste was already slick standing in front of each of us. I started raving it with a bent straw that was already inside. While Nandan was silent with a straight look towards my face.

“What's up? How do I see I'm like that?” my reprimand wants to know.

Whether it was just my feelings or not, a bitter smile was drawn on Nandan's lips. Though a moment ago he just chuckled because of my spare change. The guy threw his face into the glass window where it was clearly visible jasmine flower collection that had stolen my attention, then looked back at me and said, “There is nothing. I just want to apologize, I just couldn't pick you up at home.”

That little explanation I responded with a smile also a little sentence, “What. I know how to.”

Yep! I do understand, rather try to understand. It's not like my Nandan.

Not because I was spoiled by constantly bothering him to pick me up wherever I went, not because I was suspicious, but.

Because, during our courtship, Nandan never once let me travel alone, including when going to school. He doesn't like me being taken by Dad either. Because to him all of that is his responsibility - even though it sounds quite ridiculous actually, because our status - can say still includes the love of the monkey of unstable children.

That's what my parents said, including my father. But in our opinion - me and Nandan, we're not that shallow. Our love is not like monkey love that can be shed easily. Our love has power! So reality.

“Mut,” call plan Nandan then. “We take a walk, yuk?” just take him suddenly.

“Ha?” I'm a little jolted. A pair of my eyes looked at him with a frown. Not because of his invitation, but .. he did not extend the previous discussion. And this is weird.

The usual Nandan, would desperately apologize to me just because of a meaningless little matter, even though I didn't mind that at all. But this time ..he's like he's not the Nandan I know.

Not long ago I struggled with my thoughts, he had already pulled one hand to stand. I saw a hundred thousand bills on the table. As he had guessed, that the price of food and drinks we ordered, would not be less than the nominal he put.

“Hey, where are we going? It's overcast!” I protested. “I also said the same Dad just went for a while.”

Nandan keeps pulling me. The white helmet I used to wear when we were boning, he put it in my head carefully when it was right next to his bike. “I'll call your dad later. We had a good time today. I want us to go to various places.”

What power, as always, his smile will always sedate me. I nodded obediently like a fool.

In the atmosphere approaching dim, Nandan's motor began to drive. I hugged her waist tightly with her head propped up by her shoulders which was getting more and more stout.

Ahh, this scent. I want to marry her right now!