Enough I Know!
Chapter 3
~ “Halo Al?"
“Lo got my number from where?" I cringe. Where did Yovinka get my number?
~ “From lecturer. Hihihi..."
“Lecturers? Who?"
~ “Pak Haryo."
“Ooh... Yes already. What's the matter, nelfon?"
~ “Gini Al. I've read all the chapters in the book you loved this afternoon."
“WHAT?! ALREADY?!" Really, I'm really shocked. How could that child read so quickly!!
~ “Yeah... Why?"
“How can you read that fast?"
~ “Yaa... That way. Okay, back to topic, I want to try a novel. Please, help me??"
“Hmm... Okay. Tomorrow after we finish, we meet at Cafe Zie. You got it?"
~ “Yeah. Thanks, Al."
Yovinka disconnects the phone.
... ~•~•~•~•~...
“Hey, Al. I've brought this, laptop to make the tick." Yovinka showed me her baby blue laptop bag (maybe).
“Good. Sit here." I patted the chair next to me.
“So, how do you want to make a novel whose theme is?" I saw Yovinka's brown eyes.
“Mmm.... I want to make a novel about high school romance." He tapped his chin.
“Ooh... Romance's." I'm nodding.
“But, I will help you in the way I have done. Is it okay?" That's right, isn't it? I have to ask for his approval before I teach him.
“Okay. No problem." He started to open his laptop.
“First, you make the names of the characters, and their respective properties. Already?" I saw Yovinka's laptop screen.
“Yep. I already made it yesterday." Yovinka shows some of the names of the characters he made, along with his nature. It's complete.
“Wait. It's my name." I pointed to one of the names, that's my name!
“Emang. I like your name. But his last name is different from yours, maybe."
“Okay, do you want the flow forward, backward, or mixed?" I asked again.
“Maybe, I'll use mixed grooves."
“Nice. Now, you can make the first chapter." I smiled briefly, then turned my eyes to my phone.
Not long time needed, Yovinka kebablasan for up to 9 chapters.
“Ups, sorry. I write to 9 chapters."
“Hahaha... Gapapa. Here I see first." I read one-by-one the chapters he made. And, not bad, he was written in accordance with the theme that has been determined, and the arrangement of sentences, and the language is also not ambiguous.
“Very good's. You can continue until it is finished. Later when it's finished, you can make the title, wait, you've made the cover?" Yovinka.
“Lo can already make the cover. When it's over, tell me. Let your novel be made into a physical book. I have a publisher of books." I'm standing.
“Yes, thanks for helping me."
“Iya. Liability." Yovinka smiled a little.
“Okay, bye... See you next time." I turned around, leaving Yovinka still busy with her novel.
I will wait until the novel is finished. Let the novel come out. Who knew from the novel that he got a lot of income? But when did I start caring about him? Ah, it's okay, he's just a friend. Friends should help each other. Aye right?
... ~•~•~•~•~...
No!!! I remembered something. Something that makes me regret coming back.
Not again, please... Maybe _he_ forgot me, right? He's happy now, isn't he? But why do I feel wrong, I'm wrong? I don't think that was a mistake! That's not a mistake... Hopefully not...
“WOI!" Manggala patted my shoulder very tightly.
“What?"
“Lo daydreaming what the hell? Daritadi the Sky called you!"
“Eh? W-why, Lang?" I looked at the sky that was standing near me.
“Tante said, if Sky is the same Cece wants to eat, tell bang Alfi." The sky looked at me innocently.
“I-iya. What's it gonna be like?"
“Fried chicken." replied Cece who suddenly went into the room.
“OK. Yuk, we're going downstairs." I brought my two cousins.
I cooked dinner for all of us. Manggala, Pierro and Vito stayed here. And thankfully, at that time the three of them bought the same 2-story bed with an additional single rangjang and mattresses for them if they stay.
“Same sky Cece go to room huh, bang? Wanna bobok." said Heaven to us.
“Iya. Don't forget to brush your teeth first, cing!" tejek Pierro's. And somehow, Cece doesn't reply to Pierro anymore. Maybe he's tired.
“Lo what was it?" Vito looked at me intensely.
“Gue? I why?" I raised my eyebrows.
“He answered, don't turn back, demon!" Pierro took a swing to hit me, but it didn't.
“That I seriously don't know why. Why the hell?"
“Lo daydreaming. You are immersed in your own thoughts. I know, all this time, you often show fake smile to us. Until when will you hide your problems from us. Stop, bro. It'll hurt you yourself." All right, it's all out in front of them.
“Gue don't want to share my problems with others. I know enough and solve my problems. Other people know enough if I'm ‘people who don't have the burden of life', they don't need to know my big problem."
“We are your friends, Al. We will not feel objection, if you want to vent about your problem. Friendship, it's hard to be happy to be passed together. Lo stack your own problems, it will make you stress." Manggala advised me.
Actually, what Manggala said was true, everything was true. But I still don't want them to know how big my problems are.
“Okay. I know, but, I still don't want you guys to know the problem that's crimping me." I couldn't help it anymore, the tears came down myself, I hurriedly wiped it.
“We don't ask you to tell us now. You can confide in us whenever you want. Anytime, we're all ready to hear your story." Vito patted my back slowly.
“Ni ngapa on cry anyway, aelah... Very good at. Look me! Crying as well" Pierro wiped away the droplets of tears that fell on his cheeks.
“Bacot lo ah!" Manggala patted Pierro's head using the book he was holding.
Thanks to all of you who wanted to hear my story, but I'm sorry. I don't want to open this up in front of you.
My chest is tight because it holds back tears so as not to spill over my cheeks.
Is it heartache when you have an endless burden? Why do so many people not understand why I became like this? God, please help me.... This problem is heavy. But I know you won't give me a problem I can't solve.
Marked,
Alfians.
