Fallen Leaf

Crazy Concert!

I look in the mirror at a long mirror in the room. Turning around looking at my appearance from head to toe. The plain red suit and the jeans I folded at the end made me look relaxed but cool.

I imitated this style after hours of searching the internet for references on clothes suitable for going to a concert. And now just bind ranbut finished. Maybe it will be hot and cramped there, therefore, using the style of ponytail is the right decision.

The campus match is final and it is held about three days away as the closing of the campus introduction activities, it feels impatient to wait for how to study in college. What I'm doing right now is yelling in her happy heart, and other good rights these few days she rarely interacts with Rizho, as she becomes very busy with Kak Dian, she said, it's better than having to deal with him.

Drtts.. Drtts...

The vibration of my cell phone was felt in my bag. Maybe it was Hani who had arrived in front of my boarding house to pick me up. And really, my guess is accurate.

I set my foot out, Brother Bunga has arrived first in the doorway. It seems that person is talking to my friend. A thought rippled in my brain, what if Flower Brother would shout and call me by the name of Leaf? Don't let the witch destroy my beautiful path. I immediately ran before the thunderous sound of Brother Flower destroyed everything.

"Hi! Oh Savira are you coming?" I was surprised that Savira was also at Kak Dimas' concert. Savira nodded enthusiastically. "Are you going to Dimas' concert?" Said Brother Bunga who heard our little conversation.

"Yes, has Anggi not told sister yet?" Brother Bunga looked at me sharply, like there was an implied sentence. I could go to a concert, I'll push your weekly allotment today.

"Yuk, let's go. Fear of not getting anywhere ahead. Bye Brother!" I just pulled my two best friends. Do not want complicated relationship with Kak Bunga who is already in frugal mode.

It is also thought that this concert is not so expensive, just ordinary, besides if my pocket money runs out I will call Papa or Mama just send right? Why should skimp. I sat in the back alone.

"Aren't you familiar with your sister?" Hani who was driving asked me to speak because I was not at all involved in her conversation with Savira.

"Yes, he has too many rules." Gruntsku annoyed. "Again, my sister is also like that. Good Savira who has Kaka's men, definitely not a lot of snouts." Hani, who is also upset with her older sister.

"Who said? You never met my sister." Me and Han gawked at the same time, Savira kept playing her phone with an annoyed face. "If you don't believe me, just stop by my house. I'll show you how my brother is slowly killing me."

Me and Hani gulped down a rough spit. Are all of the sisters always this cruel?

The conversation about a sister made the three girls who grew up unconscious had arrived at the goal. The three of them came out and saw the long queue lined up.

All three snorted, even though they had arrived earlier but still there were others who had more intentions than them. "May my legs break if you're in line here, nongki aja yuk instead of watching a concert." Savira complains of not being able to see the human line.

"No, we promised Dimas. Come on." Comeon." I tried to convince Savira and pull her to line up immediately.

Hot weekends coupled with many people jostling make the atmosphere very stuffy. You can imagine the amount of sweat that is pouring not to mention feet that are sore because they stand too long.

"Oh, I'm not strong. Turn around yuk." Savira pulled my arm and Hani together, we finally decided to really leave because it was unable to hold the stuffy. "Where are you going?" The voice of the person sounded faint, it seemed like the person's mouth was covered by something.

"Who?" The three of us seemed to have made an agreement to reveal it, very compact and together. The man took down his mask a little bit and the three of us looked at him. "Dyed Dishes?"

"Sst." Kak Dimas signaled that we are not noisy, the anticipation of Kak Dimas fans who will swarm if he knows his whereabouts. "Now you come in with me. Come on."

The deg!!

Whatisthis? Brother Dimas pulled my hand. I haven't felt this feeling in a long time. I walked first followed by my friends who followed from behind. Why should I? Right now somehow the shape of my face, maybe a red hue has filled it.

We entered through the vvip door with the permission of Kak Dimas. No need to get in easily. Is this how it feels to be happy? Very delightful.

"I have to prepare myself. You just come in through that door." Appoint Kak Dimas who got the nod from the three of us. Brother Dimaspun floated his sweet smile, jeez the hole in his cheek that makes anyone will be stunned. Before turning around he still had time to pat the top of my head and once again the hue came back sticking out.

"That's a shame." The whiz of my friend who laughs in fidelity sees me as a bully for now. But bully-an this time is really fun.

***

Kak Dimas appeared confidently, all shouting his name. At this concert we sing together, dance together, laugh together, even cry together because of the touching song. The last song sung sounded very subtle with heart-wrenching lyrics. About a betrayed belief. The song was created by Kak Dimas, perhaps most of the lyrics are his life experiences.

I looked at him with sincerity, pervading all the sadness he chanted in his song. A speck of water dripped from his eyes, it felt like this heart also hurt when he saw it. All Kak Dimas fans also cried, especially Hani has been as much as relentless.

"You want to go upstairs?" These sounds? I turned my head when my gaze shifted for a moment to Hani. Now I look into his eyes, eyes sparkling under the glare of colorful lights.

"Huh?" I tilted my head still confused about the hand he gave. "You wanna sing with me?" Bring again. Everyone cheered asking me to move forward.

Forward, forward, forward.

That word that keeps sounding kicked in my ear. I grabbed that hand and went on stage. I look clumsy when I see a lot of people who see Kami, right Kami, Me and Brother Dimas.

***

"Oath Anggi, I think Brother Dimas likes you." Hani said as she drove to my house. It's just the two of us because Savira's been kidnapped by her boyfriend.

"Don't make it up." My assertion is with Hani. It would feel strange if Brother Dimas was directly close to me. We just got to know each other, just an accidental meeting. The unexpected meeting.

When I sang with him earlier, his eyes were incessantly pouring down on me. I can't mean that look, not that likey look, not a look that's just a joke, but a look that only Kak Dimas knows the max.

I got off Hani's car, we waved each other's hands. The event for nongki also failed because Hani's make-up had worn off and Savira had also disappeared. I entered and opened the door of the house, seen Brother Flower who is cool with his snacks in front of the television.

"Roved concert?" It was right to see me through it just like that. "Lazy story I'm tired of sleeping."

"There won't be any pocket money for you for a week." Already said lazy to talk but this guy just continues to ignite a fight. Why is he always so happy? I turned around and replied to her words in frustration.

"Who are you? Don't manage my life. That's my mom and dad's money. If I can ask you again, you think I'm asking you for the money!"

"Think a little, do you find easy money? Want to make something useless. At least you help me...."

"Enough, brother! That brother is not my brother. And I reiterate if they're parents I'm not parents. That brother is a stranger!" I screamed adding a suppressive tone to every word I said.

Kak Bunga's breath up and down showed that he was angry. Brother Bunga turned around and walked towards his room locking the door. My eyes were getting hot, I was annoyed at myself who always felt guilty when I vented all my anger.

Anggi, you are not wrong. At least be relieved if you get angry at her.

I don't understand myself, whether I'm good or bad. The word good is inappropriate for me but the word evil is also excessive for me. Maybe between good and evil.

Not a good protagonist, not an antagonist. In my life I will only be a figure whose character is uncertain every time.

Right, the figurehead is indeed suitable for my life.