Dreams of Devi

Chocolate from Alwi

A week of learning in the new school year begins. Slowly transfer students from other classes can blend in with the original residents. So also who initially seemed timid, began to show his true nature.

Among the few new friends from the other classes, I still like to secretly watch Alwi. Compared to other male friends, Alwi seemed more reserved. He doesn't talk much either. Talk only once or twice, even with the Word, his countryman.

I don't really understand how I feel either. There was a sense of excitement when he saw Alwi smile. Either really like it, or just simply be amazed. I'm a teenager and it's only natural that there's an interest in the opposite sex. Can I fall in love?

"So he said he wanted a story, Dev?" ask Nindi to me.

"Ah, I forgot what story to tell," I replied.

"Sorry, because I'm too busy telling stories, you forget what you want."

"Look out, Nin. Sometimes if you remember me, you're a story."

Actually, that was my alibi. I wanted to talk to Alwi about my feelings. However, I was embarrassed to just tell Nindi who was my own best friend.

"Yes already. Back to class, yuk! It's so lonely."

"Come on!"

Me and Nindi left the park and went back to class.

"Where are you from?"

I thought the class was already in a quiet condition, it turned out that there was still Alwi there. Nindi and I are used to going home the last time. After the Zuhur prayer, the agenda of joking or venting in the park on the south side of the office is never forgotten. Not a good habit, but me and Nindi feel there is less if they do not do it.

"From park. How come you haven't been home yet, Al?" my many.

"Yes, it's still math." Alwi is then seen holding his bag and leaving the classroom.

"Devi, Nindi, I go first, yes," Alwi said.

"Yes, Al. Did you bring a bike or a bike?"

"Bicycle."

"Barengan, Al," I said hoping Alwi would accompany me.

"Aren't you with Nindi?"

"directional difference. He's got a motorbike, anyway."

"Oh, yeah. I'm waiting outside, yeah."

Nindi and I immediately packed books and stationery that were still splattered on the table. It was also good to go home from school with friends chatting.

"He's weird, isn't he?" whiskey Nindi.

"Who? Alwi?"

"Yes. He smiles constantly at you" Nindi said, looking shudder. I agree a little with Nindi, but I don't think Alwi's smile is meant for me.

"No, deh, I guess. To you maybe," I'm with you.

"She's kind of misbehaved, nervous about meeting us" Nindi added.

"Ah, no. Maybe that's your feeling, Nin First, yes, not good to wait for Alwi."

****

"We really don't remember me when TK, Al?"

"Little remember. It turns out we used to be a group" said Alwi.

"That's remember!"

"I asked Mama when you said that we used to be a Kindergarten, instead mama remembers very much you. Said your mom used to be a friend of Mama's SD. Say hello to your mother from my mother." I smiled bitterly at Alwi's words.

"So be quiet, come on, yeah!"

"My mom's dead, Al."

"Oh, sorry, I don't know, Vi," said Alwi.

"Yes, sorry to make you feel guilty. Say hi to your mom, yeah. Thanks for the noodles with the fried chicken," I chirped.

"What did your mom say?" I'm curious.

"Said mama you used to spill her supplies, continue to be the same mother loved mine. I'm crashing but. Actually I don't remember you, just because of the explanation of the mother, I pretended to remember" explained Alwi.

"Well, kirain really remembers."

My bike and Alwi bike continued to walk through the road that left right was a rice farm. It's still half the way back and it feels very tiring. If only there was a motorbike I could bring to school, it might not be this tired.

"First, Al," I said as Alwi and I separated in an alley to his house. The man just nodded.

Alwi is actually friendly and not very quiet. The proof was that while on my way, he still kept talking to me. If I remember that togetherness, I want to smile for myself.

****

That night I planned to do a math assignment given by the teacher during the lesson. I sat down at the study table. Some books that don't have a schedule tomorrow I'll put out. A thing stuck in my book.

[Lately I've been very busy. Word is, I waste my time for nothing. I keep thinking about you. Your pretty face, your sweet smile, and your subtle speech.

Next time, I will try to ventured to speak directly with you. Now, just by letter, yeah

Alw]

My feelings are mixed. A letter that was placed with a chocolate bar was from Alwi. Oh God, I feel like I've gone through space. Is this true? Alwi also felt the same way as what I felt?

"Bak, how come you got chocolate?"

Ah, why is that boy so sensitive when I have something, snack for example. Don't ask me again, I'm sure you're wondering what he'll do next. He must have wanted my chocolate.

"Want to?" my many.

"You dong, Ma'am. Tumben can buy kayak gini, get money from whom?" rehan asked curiously.

"Some one is grateful" I replied

"Can't you?" Rehan took a piece of chocolate at the end.

"I have not eaten yet. Play take it." I pinched Rehan's arm slowly, he just laughed.

"I just want to check, danger or not this chocolate. Than later Ma'am why-why. Aye, right?" I was just mimicking his words.

"Enak, Mother. Want some more, can you?" rehan asked.

"A little bit, yeah!" I handed the chocolate bar to Rehan. He has the right to take the chocolate he wants, actually, my words are just pleasantries.

"Thank you, Ma'am. I'm going to the mosque first!"

As far as Rehan was from before me, I was still silent in the same place. Looking at the chocolate bar that was half left, it was very sweet. Chocolate like this is quite expensive, I once peeked at the price when you took me in the convenience store. Where did Alwi get the money to buy it? Ah, it's none of my business. After all, he is the son of people who are, it could be that he asked money to his mother or father.

"Sir, why not eat?" I heard the voice of the Father from the kitchen.

"Already, really, sir. That's the Father's part" I replied.

"Rehan is too?" My voice felt very close. He was in my doorway.

"Udah, Sir. Together with me. Mr. hunted eat, then the vegetables hunted stale," said I.

Do not be surprised, side dishes from the morning are usually eaten until the afternoon or evening. For now, being able to eat alone was already very grateful.

"Yes, Nduk. Which rehan? I brought martabak his order. You put it on the kitchen table."

"Oh my God, the boy was asked. Don't keep obeying, sir. He'll be a mess."

"There just so happens to be a windfall, Nduk. Once a month also not necessarily you can give thanks. Eaten, yes."

"Yes, Sir. Thank ye. Do you want chocolate?"

"Norah, Nduk. You bought it yourself?"

"Dicated friend."

"Yes, you go to the kitchen first."