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EPS 74'S. STRANGE, I LIKE HIM

The rain still falls so hard. I looked out many times. I'm still worried, is he really coming? The rain does not look like it has gone down even more. Ah, he told me to come at three. But it's already half four. Wasn't he the one who always asked me not to be late? But now? Ah, nevermind. I'll wait another half hour.

Not so long ago, a schoolgirl ran down a ridge avoiding the rain. He was so hurried and finally reached this place. I could only gawk at her wet bag and uniform. What does this girl really think?

“Sorry, I'm late. Hows it? We start now?” This girl in front of me doesn't look uncomfortable or anything. Almost all of her body was wet. He even smiled completely with his excited face.

“Alright, let's get started! At five I have to go home. I have many tasks today.” He immediately removed some water from the uniform, hair, and bag he had made an umbrella.

The girl immediately sat down and opened the new book she took out of her bag. The movement is very fast. He continued to open sheet by sheet the Indonesian book, and soon found the page that became our task this time. I don't think I can even go that fast. Many times my attention was focused on him. I was just astonished, what was this girl in front of me made of? Even after being confined in class for twelve hours, plus two-hour journalist activities, he still looks fit. While I did a lot of skipping lesson hours and did not go extra, it was not strong to resist sleepiness especially when cold like this.

Because of watching her too much, I completely forgot my book. I didn't even hear what my friend said. There's one thing that really makes me uncomfortable.

“Hey, quickly open your book!” His screams finally made me realize. I was in a hurry to open those LKS. But, once again. The girl who was currently busy lining the alphabet lines in the book stole my attention. I really can't stand it this time…

“Ta, your glasses? It's dewy.” I said shyly. The words just came out, and instantly made Sita stop. Ah, I'm so sad. I think I've been bothering him. But the girl smiled.

“Iya, Robets. I also saw it.” Sita said relaxed. “But calm down, I can still see, really. Come on, let's get started! I told you, right. I have a lot of tasks today.” And then back to the initial rush.

But before long, he suddenly stopped. Sita took off her glasses and wiped the sunken lens with the tip of her white uniform. Then he put it on again and drowned again with a pencil and his Indonesian LKS. While me. Again just looking at him in wonder.

Not long after, the rain began to subside. Several children were seen passing through our classroom terrace towards the parking lot. They're going home. Ah, I want to go home too. But Sita still so passionately tells the story of someone named Hanafi and Corie de Busse. He managed to make me drowsy. I don't know how many times I yawned? I even repeatedly looked at the clock that was wrapped around my wrist. I hope he will walk quickly so I can ask Sita to have enough discussion today.

“Well, when viewed from the whole story in his novel, then answer A is wrong. Although the answer is in accordance with this section, but this does not fit the whole story of the novel.” Sita points to a line of paragraphs in our worksheet.

“That's right, really. The correct answer is A.” He said, pointing out the key to the answer he was holding. Sita was deliberately appointed to guide me to learn Indonesian. Therefore, he had an answer key that was instantly given by our teacher. My grades in Indonesian are the worst in class. While Sita is the best student who is often trusted by teachers to help us learn.

I still half-couldn't believe I saw this. The answer is true. How could he have such thoughts and find the right answer among the choices that to me are all right? I guess, he must have been******* finished the novel. He even understood the story. I saw that book in the library. The novel is very thick. Crazy, reading just one sheet has made my eyes sway while Sita memorized the story until it peels. Hmmmm….

Sita is also not tired. After the problem was solved, he immediately went on to the next problem. But, huah. Again I yawn. I can't stand it.

“Duh, Ta. I was sleepy..” Sita immediately stopped reading. Heads up. He looked at me with a serious face full of questions. It scares me. Did I make him angry?

“E... We continue tomorrow only, yes.” I actually can't say this. But I already said it. I really want to go home.

Huach…. I yawned again.

“Ya already, we go home.” Sita said that really managed to make me bright again.

“Really?” I hope Sita is not joking.

“Iya. Come on, we're home!” Sita's face was serious this time. He had tidied up his books and stationery and put them in his green bag.

Yey. My heart cheered happily. I also packed my things immediately.

“Ya. Tomorrow early can also.” I don't know, I'm the one who used to be lazy, now become excited. I want to repay Sita's kindness today. I'd like to substitute a few minutes less for guidance this afternoon.

“Can't, I want to watch Motogp. Next week only.” Sita stood up and prepared to go home.

We actually went home and just learned an hour. It's still four o'clock. I got a half-hour bonus this afternoon.

“Sita... Thanks, yes..” Shouts me in front of class. Sita turned her head and waved her hand while smiling back at my wave. He must be confused who found the origin of the voice that called out to him. It just so happened that there were a few other students who were in that corridor. Therefore, I think I need to wave my hand. Meet often, making me know she's suffering from severe myopia. The minus was already high so his view was very bad. That must be because the effect of the lice nature of his book is already an acute level.

“Tumben once you get this spirit?” Sita hastily packed her things.

“ Anyway, if not now, I don't want any more discussion.” He kept forcing me because he was hard pressed to leave his journalistic activities.

Sita kept asking me about where we were going. Even when we got to our destination, he still kept asking if we were really going to go in there. After finding out I did bring her in, she was happy right. Enthusiasm erupted when it was evident in front of us the green grass and rows of fiber chairs. Sita's eyes did not stop observing every corner of this place. Even because of that, he was very slow. Many times I have to remind him who stands silent. He was too fond of admiring this place. It pisses me off a little bit because this place is so hot and I want to take shelter. But, seeing the endless smile receding on Sita's lips, made all my tiredness disappear. I thought taking Sita to the stadium would work.

Sita, like her nickname as a strange girl, she is indeed not the same as in general girls. Other than Motogp, the strange girl was also a football enthusiast. A few days ago, I called him at night. I was about to ask one of the maths questions that confused me. So, what did he say at the time? He asked me to think for myself about it because he was watching Manchester United, MU. Who would have thought, that innocent girl really likes such macho things.

And, as it happens now. He was very happy when I went to the stadium. This was the first time he had entered it. It was his dream to be able to feel sitting in the stands. Just looking at the field with some running athletes who are training just makes him happy, what if our city team is playing here. You know the answer yourself.

We ended up sitting in the VIP stands. Then, we started again our activities as usual. Open a book and start discussing Indonesian.

I who used to come to this place to watch football, today deliberately came to learn. Yes, in the end, I enjoyed this group's learning activities as well. Sita was able to patiently teach me. My Indonesian values also started to crawl up. And with something else. Thing that. Ah, I'll tell you later. I'm not sure yet.

Studying in the open is different. I didn't yawn much today. And also looking at the clock. I can answer questions correctly. Everything is really good. We didn't feel like we were there for nearly two hours.

Once we're done, we'll realize. Black clouds are in space. The bright sun has been evicted thick cloudy that now covers the sky. It might rain soon.

Just a few steps, water suddenly invaded us. We ran to try to save ourselves. Sita challenged me to a speed fight to get to the stop not far from where we are now.

“Hahaha, you lost, right.” Sita never stopped laughing at me.

I'm laughing too. Several times we had a chance to get to the first stop at it. But I can't believe he's fast, too. I admit I lost. Our laughter still sank in our breath. We laughed at each other the way we won the race. And, by accident, our eyes met. I found a beautiful eye behind that thick, dewy lens. I really want to take off the glass, wipe it until I can see the beautiful eyes clearly. But those eyes hurriedly hid when the light hit my corneas. Breze. At that instant, our laughter slowly subsided, also with our breaths that were like suddenly stopping. All that is heard now is the outpouring of rain that fell from the roof of the stop.

Sita. He immediately sat down and his hands moved indistinctly. Suddenly wiping clothes, tidying hair, fix the position of his bag. Sita is like a confused person. But I enjoyed his misdeeds.

Her hair was tied back. Some kids have a little wet hair. His uniform is not smooth. Her green sling bag that has been shabby. Her brown skin is drier than mine. Also, the thick black-framed glasses whose lenses he often left dewy. So does his face that is often greasy and dull. Really, she's not the kind of girl. There are even dozens of students in my school who are much prettier than her. But he always managed to be a magnet for me. Even now, my eyes were still incessantly watching him which suddenly became stiff.

She can always be beautiful without makeup and good looks. When she read a book, she was beautiful. When she writes, she is beautiful. When she explained, she was beautiful. And the prettiest thing was when she read while she lined up a few words with her color-colored marker. I liked that moment. While he was concentrating heavily on his book with a few strands of hair loose from his ties. Also with his glasses sagging up to the end of his nose that is not sharp. That's totally natural. Well-favoured.

A few moments passed without our conversation again. We kept quiet. Buses that never come make the atmosphere cooler in the rain is still heavy.

“So, you every day like this?” I try to break the silence.

Apparently, my question surprised him. I didn't expect him to be that tight.

“Begin?” Ask back. His face looked confused.

“Pending bus.”

Sita uses public transportation every day. As for me, this is my first time doing this job. Waiting bus. I don't actually want to take the bus. I brought a motorbike but I parked it at school. Our school is a few meters away. But, the rain held me at this stop, along with Sita who was now just silent.

I kept trying to break up the residence. Sita also tried to act ordinary. However, the awkwardness had still not disappeared instantly. He didn't even look at me when we talked. Sita came back like we first met. He was so shy and not much fun.

The rain and the bus were completely on my side. They let me stay with him longer. Until a bus starts docking then take Sita away. It makes me a little heavy. I'm. I still want to be with him longer. Talk to him, or even just look at him. I still want that. I might be crazy. I think I've fallen in love. Yeah, I'm finally sure to say this. Sita, my weird friend, I like her.

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