GIRL UNDER THE MOON

creating a diary book

take time to drive him.

he was waiting in front of the bude house.it seems to be impatient to leave quickly. deliberately I made him wait, because after performing the magrib prayer I recite and pray first, first, so that God eases and opens his heart, I immediately come with my motorcycle.

       "are you ready, princess?" ask my prank.he smiled, then parted with everything. "be careful nu! just be careful if anything happens!" the inspiration said threateningly. "get ready commander." I replied respectfully.  

meera was standing next to my bike, ready to go up on the sidebar. I told her to step aside. "watch out." made her take a few steps back. "huh~huuh." I blew the seat he was about to sit in. he shook his head. "strange" he said. 

the last one I stroked, allowed him to immediately go up. "hurp" I took a deep breath. "hu~h" then threw it away. ''plak'' he patted my shoulder. "wapain" he asked.

I said, "let's get tense!"  "fear of a heart attack." 

    "hihihi, you can do it!" poetry spoiled.

    "you ready?"

    "so-soan speak English, get ready!" 

I warned him that the speed of this bike is 500cc, equivalent to a racing motor, so I told him to hold on and if he could hug me.

    "where should I hold?"

    "chose as you like! "just don't hold the pedal."

    "iih, come on, walk."

should I forget that moment? while the warm deckapnya from behind still feels comfortable.that moment, was the first time I was in a bonfire with a woman I really liked. not imagining how my heart beats uncharacteristically, as if the wind is crashing as if to make me float. deliberately I drive my bike slower, so that I can be with him longer.

    "ra~" greeted him gently. "he~m" rubbed it off with a slob.

    "no intention to ask anything?" my many.

    "put it down" it sounded complaining. "should I ask?'' the answer is so loud.

    "i expected it!"

     "what should I ask?"

     "wanty the name of the cake! "do you know what my name is?"

    "already!" answer's short. 

    "huh" I'm surprised. "know where? "i don't think I've told you yet."

he answered the details. "your name is danu, 19th, born in pandeglang, menes, the first child of 3 brothers, two years of unemployment, and single status, period.!" 

    "that single status, will be erased soon!"

    "the reason?" ask her.

    "reason you! "if you want to be my girlfriend!" 

    "if I don't want to, how?"

    "yes please, help me get that status erased."

    "receive the fate of death, if it's a single mom."

"hahahaha" I was made to laugh out loud. Which sounds funny when he said that my status is single. "don't I think, it turns out you are secretly, finding out about me well?" 

   "that's all, sourced from the dot com inspiration." 

half the journey we had gone through, I slowed down the speed of the bike, pulled over, to stop it. Meera who was astonished then asked "why stop?" I did not answer him but patted his stomach. I lyricized his face and asked. "you have no intention to eat first ra?" he's shaking his head. "bener ra? tanyaku. 

   "let's just say you're hungry!" I smiled and heard it. 

I invited him to eat first. "we find food first ra! but, we don't look for the good, we look for the expensive.!" he did not answer, but put on a face that was trifling. 

   "well, that's an expensive meal." I pointed and stopped. I decided to eat catfish pecel, besides the price is expensive, the place also looks quiet, fitting for alone.

meera and I sat facing each other. One hand held my chin, the other tried to hold his hand.but several times I pulled him over. The look on his face made me stop to smile, he said, until the pipipun feels chubby. 

    "just smiling from earlier?" her question added to the width of my smile. "proud well, can you walk with me?" if I may answer, not only is it proud to walk with you, but there is the greatest joy of the day.

    "do you know ra?" ask my son. He shouldn't have answered first. "you know what?" eeh even answered. do not cut it first, my question is not over. "ok-ok" he nodded. 

    "iih, you're so happy!" I rebuked him. "do you know what I'm going to ask?"  without answering he was shaking his head.I held his shoulder and then reminded. "dengerin yah!" he brushed my hand away. "it's a flick of talking!" 

    "we've found how many times" I asked. the song so think, pretend to forget. "eem how many times yah?" holding his index finger in the jidat. "maybe 10 or 20?" 

    "is this serious?" I made it clear, "huh, you know that too?" reply evasive. 

    "youknow? that first meeting, what do you call it?" he answered briefly, "coincidentally."

I also justify it. "continue if the current one?" he answered the same. 

    "this one is different! it's good luck." she disagreed, and dodged it. Her eyes bulging her index finger swayed loudly answering. "dad luck! but luck to you! not with me." 

"if we can meet again, I hope it will be a miracle." hearing the statement, his face became pessimistic, about to laugh but was held back.

--o0o--- moments later --o0o----

arriving at the destination.in front of the gate of a private school located in maja. name of the school can not I mention, afraid in say promotion and other things arise.

I turned off my bike, opened the helmet until it came down from the top. means get off the bike. "here are you teaching?" tanyaku relax.

 he looked far away at the school environment, answering the question clearly. "I don't teach!" I asked by swinging my hand. "lantas?" he replied, "i'm just practicing, what I used to learn." The answer left me amazed.he teaches English at the mts level.

  meera stood beside me, equally looking towards the dormitory.

the helmet he was wearing had not been opened, for reasons of forgetting, but I realized it but deliberately let it go, until how long I realized that he was still wearing a helmet on his head. 

before I go back home, I intend to ask for his phone number first, so that later it can facilitate communication with him. 

before he left, he said. "thank you for the ride and the expensive meal treat." His face rose up looking at me. "it's free right?" appending.

   "ha-ha-ha" I laughed at him, the laughter was loud enough. "can't do it! in this country, there is no free word." he responded with annoyance, it was seen from his two furrowed brows. "should I pay?" he asked hard.I put on a serious face, answering "of course." 

   "how many?" he answered quickly while taking out my wallet.I raised my hand and held up 2 fingers. "how much?" he did not understand. "twelve numbers that became your mobile number." I replied by thrusting a phone to him. he refused and pushed my hand back. "if I don't want how?" 

   "you broke the rules." then there was a pretty rough dispute.

   "lantas want what?" answer him defiantly.

   "i'll report it to the authorities!" 

he moved a little, threw away his gaze and turned his back on my body. 

   "for now, I have not intended to give you a mobile number!" "don't know if later!" 

   "the reason?" my many.

   "not interested!"

   "in that case, I have to bring mine, to be able to pull you!"

   "die my dong!"

   "continue, how should I?" askaku.

   "make me give you a number!" "i want to see how much you're trying to do it."

I smiled at him, put on a snobbish style in front of him.Let's see later I make sure you will prostrate in front of me, asking to be my lover. 

he just walked away from me, without looking back.I had no intention of leaving the place before he came back.and I'm sure he must have come back to see me. "until when will he realize that he's still wearing a helmet on top of his head." 

meera walked towards the security post, where she met her guard, asking to open the gate.What they were talking about I didn't hear, but meera turned her back to look at me with a shy smile, her face down she ran.

true to my guess, he must have come back. Smiling his lips he said. "sorry the helmet is not yet behind!" I laughed at her, until she blushed in shame. "not to be told!" 

after finishing driving her to a dormitory, I did not go straight home. prefer to stop by the pandeglang square. I want to enjoy the night so as not to pass quickly. there is a garden, there are several seats decorated with neon lights.The place is often made a place to combine love, for those who have a partner. sit me down in one of the places with a cup of coffee and a pack of cigarettes.

I saw the sky was so bright, the moon seemed semi-circular, some stars were covered in white clouds.the gardens of love began to be arranged in my heart, I wanted so much to tell anyone, she said, that night I was so happy.

arriving at home at 01:00 in the morning.I was lying on my arms.I tried to close my eyes, but the only picture was his shadow.My soul was chaotic to make me unable to sleep. I want to talk about meera, but I don't know who to go to. I take the initiative I'd rather just pour it into a book.

I picked up an A5 book, which was 210x150mm. I sat down at the study table and started writing it. "I found a girl, she was beautiful and sweet. I don't know whether the girl loves me or not that I obviously love her. She's like a blanket when I'm cold.she's like a cloud covering me in the desert.she's me, for today and the days to come. 

that is, the day on which the diary was created.