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Everyone has their own way of loving and forgetting. Some love easily, some are hard. And also forgetting. Some are hard to forget and some are easy. I am one of the difficult. It is hard to love and hard to forget.

In the past, I thought it would be better if I could love easily. That way, I'll be happier. Happiness is not measured by how easily you love and forget. Rather, the way your loved ones love you even though the time you have is over. You will be happy even if you only remember what he said. You will fall and fall deeper. Love knows no time.

The days I spent in the past were full of happiness. I have no doubt about showing my feelings for the Son. And vice versa. He always gives me boxed milk and bread every morning. She also sat in May's chair or stood next to my desk every time I got to class. We will also go to the cafeteria together. Talking and laughing together. Every time we went home from school, we would watch a play or play badminton together. He also knows I really like badminton. Or we just take a walk around town. Chat and play games. I happy. I'm very happy. The things I wanted to do with him I can do now. The more days, the more greedy I get with time. I want more time. But God does not like greedy people. Just wait. He or she left me first. Because in the end one of us has to keep going.

I was staring at the morning sky from the classroom terrace. I came here early today. The sky is still covered with dew. There are birds playing there. The birds caught my attention. I envy them because they can get closer to the sky. I can only look at him. I also want to get closer to the sky. No matter what it looks like, I still like it. Skies.

“Lap first her saliva. Netes it,”pap someone I'm waiting for his arrival.

I did not reply, but I put on an annoyed look at him. He laughed at my expression. Today he wears a neat scout suit, his spike-modeled hair, a backpack on his back, and a guitar? He has 2 guitars.

“Kok bring guitar?”my many.

“Because today you will learn to play guitar,” he replied as he walked towards me.

He also used to carry 2 guitars because I said I wanted to be able to play guitar. He is very good at playing guitar. His voice is good too. Every time I go to school, I learn to play guitar with him.

“Kok confused about your face? You did learn to play guitar after school,”more.

“Ngot confused. I was moved,”reply me while taking one of his guitars and taking him to class. The son kept both guitars on top of the locker. Then, he kept his bag in his desk drawer. Don't forget he took the plastic bag from there. It was boxed milk and bread. He gave it to me.

“You are not tired of box milk and bread with me every morning?”my many.

“Ngaklah. Buy doang where tired it is,”abutnya.

“Thank you very much. Seriously thanks,”balasku.

He replied with a nod, then smiled at me. I also returned his smile. He kept watching me eat the bread he gave me. I feel your face flushed and my heart is also beating irregularly. Why does he see me like that?

“Do not look forward. Ntar likes,”myjoke.

“Can already,”balance.

“Ntar more likes.”

“Udah also.”

I didn't reply to him. Because if I get back at it, I'm afraid this thing will turn serious. I'm only here for a while and this relationship can't be serious. When I leave, everything will be back to the old days.

“I will surely miss your name,”he said softly.

“Hah? What?”my many. I didn't hear it clearly.

“Ngak. I just said nothing, ” he replied.

I didn't ask him further because he did seem to be mumbling indistinctly. He took a paper from his bag. The other friends have arrived. Classes are also starting to roll. I went back to my desk because Malik had come. I saw May sitting in her chair. Ah yeah. I haven't solved my problem with May. I'll finish it today. My resolve.

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The son had already set up our training ground at the back of the class. Excuse me for a minute to the toilet. But I'm actually looking for May. She was still in class when I chatted with Ami for a while. He purposely avoided me. He also chose to sit down with Malik now. In the end, he and the Son exchanged seats. The son understood my disappointment in May and tried to calm me down from earlier. She even intended to talk to May, but I forbade her. I'm the one who has to finish it. Tomorrow it should work.

My son taught me patiently. My hands were so stiff and I couldn't hold the strings of his guitar so strongly that his voice that appeared was not good. He also often fixed the position of my finger because he often forgot the key he taught. He just showed it.

“Udah ah. Surrender me. It's hard to make the key. My finger is also already sore,”my words are upset that I can't follow it from earlier.

He laughed at me. “Hahaha. Yeah, it must have hurt his finger. The name is also learning. Aih.. that's it already gave you up,”the reply.

“You're the one who plays guitar while singing too, my”p.

“I play guitar, you sing,”reply.

“Ngak ah. My voice is ugly.”

“Good is your voice. I once said your voice was good.”

I remember once he said it. It happened when we were in X class. He was always the first one to get to class and I was the second. At the time, I was not familiar with him. Although we often came early, we would not greet each other. We are like strangers. At that time, I was singing Vierra's song called Listen to My Curse. The song was very popular at the time. All of a sudden he said my voice was good and he liked my voice. I didn't reply because we were awkward and never talked to him. I admit that I am not friendly and careless.

“Heh. Bengong again you,”ucapnya while patting my shoulder slowly.

“Who is dumb? You're the one who sings. Yes yes yes yes yes, my”p.

“OK lah,”he said with a smile.

He started playing his guitar strings. She sang the song “Dear God”. This is one of his favorite songs. He often listened to it and sang it. The day before he left us, he asked me to bring my laptop and upload this song for me. I had my laptop with me, but that day he left us. Two days later, I uploaded it and read the lyrics. It was like saying goodbye to me through that song. That song means a lot to me.

A lonely road, crossed another cold state line

Miles away from this I love purpose undefined

While I recall all the words you spoke to me

Can't help but wish that I was there

And where I'd love to be, oh yeah

Dear God the only thing I ask of you is

To hold her when I'm not around

When I'm much too far away

We all need that person who can be true to you

But I left her when I found her

'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tied

I'm missing you again oh no

Once again

There's nothing here for me on this barren road

There's no one here while the city sleeps

And all the shops are closed

Can't help but think of the times I've had with you

Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah

Dear God the only thing I ask of you is to hold…

It sounds so good singing this song. I am so happy that I can listen to it in person. He took something from his bag after he finished singing the song. He gave the paper to me.

“Sketsa home?”my many.

“Iya. The first sketches I gave you weren't very good. I made a new one,”he replied.

I watched the sketch carefully. This sketch is different from before. This sketch is drawn in more detail, also has a wide page. The first sketch, he just drew the house only. it was also the front only.

“Forku?”my many.

“Iya. How?”

“Good. Nice times. Thanks,”ambutku.

He smiled satisfied with my answer. “You like?”ask again.

“Banget,”answort. The light in my eyes shone in his eyes.

“Why do you like to sketch home?”my many.

“Because home is always a place to come back. Wherever you go, you will return home. You also said the most comfortable place was home. I agree,”answort.

“You're right. Home is the place back,”balasku.

“Ra... What do you do if you miss my name?”suddenly tanyanya. He looked me in the eye. He was serious about the question.

“Ummm see sky,”my answer. “If you? What do you do when you miss me?”askaku.

“Seeing stars,”answerp.

“Reason?”my many.

“Because I like stars,”he replied.

“But not fun,”balasku.

“Serious loh. I like the stars the most. Beautiful and comfortable. Same as you.”

“Gombal just keep going,”balasku.

She laughed, then ruffled my hair. This habit is hard to change. I've told you how many times until my mouth froth, too, he didn't ignore. As a result, I let it go. Honestly, I also like him stroking my head. I feel like I'm a special person.

“You know what your name means?”my many.

“Ngak. I never did. Do you know?”askalanya.

“Tau. Son of Adhikari means a special son,”.

“Adhikari means special?”tanyakanya.

“Iya from Sanskrit,”my answer again.

“Waah cool also means. Just knew me.”

“Makanya dong to ortu.”

“But I'm really special? Do you make me special?”tanyakanya.

I intentionally did not answer. I pretended to think. His face seemed curious about my answer. I enjoyed that expression. “Iya. Kayak martabak or nasi goreng,”my answer.

“Dih, not funny,”reply. “Certain what is your name?”tanyakanya.

“Not there,”my answer.

“Not exist? Aira Putri can't be meaningless,”he's upset.

“Seriousness does not exist. Aira's my father's favorite artist. Keep the Princess yes because of the girls. Not special like you.”

“You are adhikari kok, adhikari. Make me you adhikari,”he's trying to be funny.

“Dih, not funny,”balasku.

“Let's go home now. Yesterday you got angry because you came home long ago,”he asked.

The sky was beautiful this afternoon. Blue and clear. The sunlight makes the sky more beautiful. I extended my right hand to the sunlight. Feel the warmth back. Today, I know him again happily. I hope tomorrow will be a happy ending.