Don't Call Me Beautiful...!

Chapter 19 I miss

Until something happens between us....

drtt drtt hp I vibrate...

"Hallo. who, this morning I can't pick you up..!

"yes, why?"

"today I'm not feeling well, I'm not going to school first, please tell this to the teacher"

"yes, I'll tell you later, have you taken any medicine?"

"Here, aunt bought me medicine"

"Yes, you just rest.."

"yes, be careful on the road"

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Maybe it can only be counted on the finger how many times, I left alone without being picked up by Arief, we were both inseparable from each other, we were both inseparable from each other, this time, it felt so lazy to go alone without him.

I want to feel like I go to Arief's house and see the circumstances, I'm very worried about him, yes maybe later I will go home from school I will visit him..

…

I looked around the classroom, the classroom was very crowded, the children interacted with each other, some were busy wrestling with pencil and paper, doing the task that the teacher gave, some just joking with other friends..

I saw an empty bench beside me, just a day Arief did not come in, it felt like longing was already so mountainous in my heart, 'Basic beautiful bucin'.

During lesson time, my focus was not on the teacher explaining 'em, but on the wall clock that was right on the board.

The tick tick tick clock sound clearly in my ear, mastering my mind.why is it so long waiting for the lesson to end, so long ago, it feels like waiting a full year, I'm really overreacting when it comes to Arief...

Finally the break bell rang, no Arief took me to the cafeteria or just sitting alone in the school garden, I was alone, sitting pensive in the back bench.

my mind floated somewhere, until I shakes my phone too, when I accidentally see a cell phone, dozens of missed phones on my phone screen, he said, and also a lot of messages from contacts I named

My Super Hero's..

'Why not lift it?'

'what is still learning?'

'the'

'the'

'the bales first..!'

Oh, sorry Arief, I don't think I'm the only one who misses him, he seems to feel the same way...

'sorry, I'm silent..!'

Without answering, he called me..

'Which, where the hell, from earlier I called not in lift..?'

'Sorry Rif, I didn't know you called.'

'I'm kangen,'

'ohh you mah, but it is also only a day..'

'you don't miss me what?'

though I also miss you Rif, but shy or have to be honest, prestige know...

'yes, if you don't miss, I hang up, sorry to interrupt..'

'oh, how angry is he? I'm kidding, I'm missing too, I'm going to school...'

'really??'

'yes, what do you want me to bring?'

'bawain I bakso muchin sambelnya, I'm again dizzy wanting seger-seger, the same orange juice, later I change the money..'

'don't, I have money too'

'Yes, thank you dear'

Since dating Arief, he always gave me pocket money, actually I don't want to, but every time I refused he was always angry, so by being forced to accept it, Arief's money was very much, he said, I don't know how much the pocket money is.

When we were together, I never took the money out of my pocket, he always guaranteed anything...

Actually not because of the money I love Arief, not at all, I sincerely love him with all my heart, even I never use the money given Arief at all.

I keep it, in the special account I made for me to fill with money from him, the amount is quite a lot, from since entering High School until now it is 3rd grade, he always gives it to me.

He said, 'this is the living of your future husband, this is to bind you, so that you are not taken...'

haha, the future wife, was very moved I heard that, our love monkey knitted since Junior High, hopefully to the next stage...

I also hope the same thing, once my dream can be Arief's lover, now that the dream has been achieved, my dream has increased again, I want to be his life companion, become the mother of his children, keep together in joy and sorrow, grow old together, until death do us part..

Even though we are still in High School, but this feeling is much more than just the love of teenagers in general, our hearts are linked so tightly, inseparable from each other...

He never wished me a little, although there were so many girls who wanted to be his lover, but he remained loyal to me, still choosing me as his partner.

So did I, I never looked at other men at all, yes because no one, who wants to me, hehe..

I used to be close to Rangga, and made Arief jealous, but after entering our different high school, I completely lost contact with him..

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Today I was like getting a durian crumble, as I was restless waiting for the lesson to end, all of a sudden all the students were welcome to go home, because the teachers would hold a meeting to prepare for the national final exam...

The feeling that was once upset, now disappeared for a while, replaced by a wide-curved smile on this ugly face, Although my skin remains brown, but now it is a little lightening, anyway, because there are no more pimples on my face.

Another case with Arief I think the more days the skin is more white, when compared to me. maybe he takes care of his skin, or indeed his parents are also white like him. I don't know, I don't know, because ever since I got in touch with him, I never met them even once, yes because they are far outside the island, even Arief only met only when the feast day...

……

I decided not to tell her about my arrival sooner than planned.

Before I stopped by Arief's favorite meatball stall, I bought 3 packs of meatballs, for me and Arief and for his aunt Arief. Aunt Arief was so nice that she was so polite to me, I wondered why, even though I was just her nephew's friend...

Tok tock..

I knocked on Arief's door slowly, there was no sound there, maybe he was sleeping..

It seemed like the door was not in the lock, I opened the door slowly, it seemed like there was no one at all.

I ventured to open Arief's room, and sure enough he was fast asleep, it seemed, he was really sick, his face looked pale, and he was,

''Awake up..! here I bring the meatballs, eat first and then go cold''

Arief opened his eyes slowly..