First Love & Best Friends
Twenty Eight
Not felt now has been the rise of class 12 High School, a class where soon will leave school and change status to Student, a class that will focus on preparing material for the National Examination, which will be, and will certainly part with friends as well. Yup, time goes so fast will leave the High School bench. “It looks like just yesterday I signed up for High School to meet Fabian. Now it's class 12 SMA course” my inner with a smile while flashback to the early days of SMA.
This high school 12th grade hike holiday, filled with picnics to Bali by one of my class. “Bali... I’m coming” my passion in heart while riding the tourism bus and ready to sit with Luna.“Yes, always with Luna forever” my inner self again with great joy this morning. This morning our school headed to Bali. The trip is quite long and tiring, because it takes all day. And certainly did not meet Puji at a picnic to Bali for the next five days, it feels free.
Enjoying the long journey in the day time, makes me a little saturated but all that is a little reduced because Luna invites me to tell a story. Although occasionally down to just stop for lunch and dinner all perform obligatory prayers. After that the journey continues again to East Java right later we get off at Ketapang to ride the pontoon. Because on the pontoon, we were all in a group of four buses ready to cross Gilimanuk.
Early in the morning, we all arrived at Ketapang to be ready to cross by pontoon and deliver until Gilimanuk.
I, who had just woken up from sleep, immediately looked outside through the window. Because I'm sitting by the glass window. I was surprised to find that the bus that stopped next to the bus that I had been on was bus one, my gaze accidentally fell on Fabian who had just woken up with disheveled hair and a little messy on his face. Then Fabian was looking at me from the glass window of his bus. Accidentally me and Fabian looked at each other, but after realizing it, finally peed face to face and busied themselves to prepare to get off the bus and take turns riding the pontoon.
With the condition still sleepy and face kuel, we immediately went down the bus and walked to the pontoon to cross Gilimanuk to get to Bali. We walked to get to the pontoon, when walking next to me was Fabian wearing a blue jeans like the color of the long-sleeved shirt I was wearing right now. The sticky feeling in the body really made me meet up early in the morning and take a shower.
Arriving Bali, in the morning around 06.00 WITA. Beautiful scenery welcomes me this morning, I smiled because I arrived in Bali with a smooth trip. The fog in the morning still seemed to cover the sun that shyly appeared mrnyinari beautiful morning.
Four bus groups get off at the dining area where there is a common bathroom. I can't wait to meet the fresh water in the bathroom. After all, continued breakfast at the restaurant and then continue the journey to Tanah Lot, Tanjung Benoa, Garuda Wisnu Kencana, Dreamland, Cartoon T-shirt Factory, Batu Bulan, Sukowati, Kuta Beach, Kuta Beach, Joger, and last tour in Bedugul and Pura Kedaton. I felt that when I had a picnic to Bali for five days, I never rebuked Fabian. Though at that time we had walked side by side, but Fabian did not see me. And while in Bali too I just spent time with Luna. Although I, Luna and Gazela are different hotel rooms. But my time with Luna was very exciting, because I myself was also sitting on the bus next to Luna.
Five days passed after returning from Bali, I enjoyed the rest of my class break at home for two weeks. Although actually tired it is still I feel because after returning from Bali with a tiring trip
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Three weeks passed after spending the holidays hitching this class. Finally this Monday entered school again with the title of class 12 High School. I was so happy to see my name and Luna in the same class. Yup, I'm really happy to be reunited with Luna again. Class 12 IS 4.
“Lunaaa, we are classmate again” my excitement on Luna when she saw Luna just came.
“Iya Mi, fun class again same you” smile Luna.
Tyas felt sad, because there was no class with me and Luna. Because Tyas is in class 12 IS 2. While Gazela itself still remains with its class when it is still in the 11th grade of High School. I was surprised to find another class with Praise. “Huhh, she again.she again” my resentment in heart and accept this bitter reality.”Come on, I don't care about Praise anymore. What matters now is that I'm in class and sit down with Luna”
And no less surprising when he found out the classmates who are now friends where we used to have a bus together during a picnic to Bali and got a homeroom teacher who was a companion at the picnic as well. Really not expecting at all.
I saw the classroom atmosphere this time was really fun with friends who were fun too. But still feel badmood just know one class with Puji.
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But since this 12th grade High School, I've never seen Fabian again. I don't know, there was a strange feeling in my heart when I found out I never saw Fabian again.
However, the preoccupation with the atmosphere of class 12 IS 4 is really a moment to forget the figure of Fabian who is in class 12 IA 1. Class 12 IS 4 I feel like in class 8B first when Junior High. And in this class I also met a very good boy friend. Wawan. Wawan and I became familiar because of the exchange of mobile phone numbers. Wawan always sends me funny words and certainly makes me laugh while reading and will reply. There were so many submissions of words, until I myself did not have the heart to remove them in my mobile phone inbox. For a long time I became more familiar and comfortable when messaging him. But I don't know what made me ask about Fabian again when I realized lately I haven't seen him again. “Why did Fabian suddenly think of him anyway and want to ask him how he is now?” my question is in my heart. When I realized it, I dodged my feelings again. Yup, the feeling that always bothers me.
Lately I did not meet Fabian at school until the Lebaran holiday. Even so, the dream media still brought me to Fabian. Yeah, meet Fabian in my dream again. Those dreams are never getting out of my sleep. I don't think about it anymore, but it still disturbs my sleep. In the seconds leading up to Lebaran, dreams about Fabian appeared in succession for four days. The dream came like I was actually experiencing a real event.
First thing, I slept after Sahur. After the Fajr prayer, I fell asleep.
After that Fabian sat down next to me. “Hay Fab...” my response.
“Eh, actually we are again followed what the hell Mi?” asked Fabian straight away.
I just shrugged, a sign of not understanding the purpose in joining this race.”I don't know Fab” either
“But the horrors are just the two of us representatives from school” Fabian said with a smile.
I was surprised to hear Fabian so. When I looked around, it was just me and Fabian who were from the same High School. “Well, where can I. If Fabian is smart” my mind is a little inferior.
Even more surprised when I woke up already showed at 07:30. Really surprised to realize that I just dreamed of Fabian again.
The second night, before Sahur. I slept well as usual.
I feel like I'm in my own class 12 IS 4. I was confused by looking for an English translation to translate something from the Master. I, who was focusing on the English dictionary, suddenly gave up because I still had not found the answer.
There was a lot of noise from the hall which was very close to my class. It turned out that the children of class 12 IA 1 scattered out of the hall room. When Fabian passed the front of my class exactly, he looked back to see the conditions inside. I also saw Fabian passing in front of the class, I immediately called him.
“Fabian...” call me for him.
Fabian who still looked in front of my class immediately replied to me and immediately entered my class.”Whoi, what's up Mi?”
“Teach me English dong this” my door.
Fabian nodded and sat down next to me and taught me English. I noticed the way Fabian was teaching me English right now.
Waking up again, realizing that the recent event was a dream. My chest is beating fast right now. “Yes Allah, I dreamed Fabian again?” I said remembering the events in the dream.
The third night and the fourth night of his dreams were like being met on a bus. I can only give up and pray about what happened to me until now.
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Besides that, I also dreamed of my own classmate, Wawan. A friend who was recently close to me in class and via SMS.
Starting to enter the school again is now given the opportunity to meet him again right when that day Halal bi Halal at school. After that, I never saw him again. Because of the busyness of each with different class positions and certainly with different majors as well. I feel more at home with the atmosphere of the class that I occupy now, even though I know in that class there is Praise.
Since the 12th grade of High School, I also increasingly do not want to talk anymore with Puji. It felt really lazy when Puji stole the attention to the four of us, but we did not care about the existence of Puji who was blending in.
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