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The Midnight Curse

When you love someone, you meet all possibilities. Sometimes you stop for a moment and then you doubt. But love is like that, making you worry and doubt. Will anyone get hurt? Can I love him? Will I be happy? Will he be happy too? Love will make you think and learn to consider. Sometimes they follow the heart. Sometimes they follow logic. Nothing is right. The heart and logic can be wrong and they can be right. The heart and logic are only tools to fortify the self when the choice is wrong. And when that choice is right, we often forget it. Not even saying thank you. But that's human. Forgetful. Seeking comfort because of tired of negotiating with the universe. Surprisingly, I also still often negotiate even though I was often rejected. Although tired.

I circled this school basketball court with my eyes. It means nothing. I just don't know where to go. I felt awkward at Ami's house and didn't want to show the look on my sad face. So I went to school in the morning. Classes are not open yet. Not a single student has arrived. I reasoned the class picket today to go to school early to Ami's parents. They did not ask further. School's the only place I know to hide. And only this basketball court do I know to be sad. No one would go to the field early in the morning. Nothing special on this field. Same with basketball in general. It's just that there are small trees among the 2 stands in the field.

I sat in one of the stands covered by the leaves of the tree. Sit in a cross-legged position and breathe slowly. I did it over and over again to calm my heart as well as my head. I'm not okay. I don't know what to do today to the Son. He'll ask me a lot of things later. I'm sure I'll cry again. Damnit. I became very weak. My head also hurt like it was being stabbed. The pain has only gone a little since last night.

After the crying scene that I accidentally did on the spread bridge last night, I didn't explain anything to the Son. I went home to Ami's house and cried in her room. My head just suddenly hurt. The pain is different from the usual headaches, such as being stabbed and hit. I took stall medicine to relieve it. The pain only healed for a while and appeared again. Until now I still feel the pain.

I exhaled heavily and saw the leaves falling around the field. It is the wind that brings the leaves there. And the field doesn't mind at all. Why is our story like a leaf and a field? The leaves will fall when the time comes. The field still received the fallen leaves. Let him stay there. Then the wind will suddenly take him away from the field. And the field still accepts it. Shut up and don't hold it.

What will happen to me next? Once I know the Son's secret, will I return to the future? Can I spend a minute with him as Aira, not Ami? I hope the universe will like my plan.

I saw some students start coming. I gotta get out of here. The field will also be cleared soon. I got up from the stands and walked towards the classroom. Along the way, I watched every place I passed. This place really does give me a sad story.

I got to class, but no one. I did not go to the seat of Ami, but I went to the seat of the Son. I'm sitting there. Then I saw my desk by the window. That's vivid. What I did was clearly visible from here. He probably saw me from here a lot. I smiled considering I had caught him looking at me first. Not just once. I asked myself why my Son often looked at my desk. However, I stopped him and concluded that the Son was actually looking at May's desk.

My daydream stopped because the table was occupied by the owner. Aira put her bag in the desk drawer. Then, turn her eyes to me.

“Tumben morning come, Mi?”ask Aira.

“Eh, yes. Kirain I picket today, it turns out not,” I replied. It feels strange to talk to yourself like this. I talk to myself in the past.

“Kok, are you sitting there?”ask again.

I just realized I'm still sitting in the Son's chair. “Pengen know only what can kuliat if sitting here,”iksku.

“So what are you looking at?”ask Aira.

“You,”my answer is short.

“Aihh. Not just me time,”balasnya. He took his eyes off me and turned his body towards the window. What he thought.

“Mi, you're pale times. You're not sick anymore, are you?”tanyanya's worried. He turned his body to me again.

“Pusing a little, but it's okay,”I replied.

“Seriousness?”

“Iyaaa,”balasku.

Aira doesn't return me anymore. He picked up a notebook from his bag and started writing something there. Must have continued the story he wrote. Not long after, the son appeared. He was carrying a small plastic bag containing a milk box and a loaf of bread.

“Assalamualaikum, chickpeas,”tapnya while walking towards the table Aira.

Why does he look so cool today? He was wearing a white ash uniform and a black jacket. Her hair was neatly combed with spiky cuts. The most different is that he looks relieved and happy like the incident yesterday is not a big problem for him. It's not a big deal to think about it. There are still bigger problems in life.

“Assalamualaikum,”ucapnya again because Aira did not respond at all.

“Ishh. What the hell are you,”bala Aira ketus. I am very stubborn.

“If anyone has a greeting, he replied what the hell are you, so?” reply Son chuckles.

“Depends,”bala Aira is still busy writing in his book even though Putra is already next to his desk.

“Nih,”ucap Putra while thrusting the plastic bag he held earlier to Aira.

“What is this?”

“Susu and bread.”

“Nyogok the story?”ask Aira.

“Iya. Let's not be angry. Ugly thing,”ansi Putra.

“Dih, handsome kayak aja you,” reply Aira.

“Well, right?”

Aira did not reply to the Son, but she stopped her writing and looked at the Son. He made his face look like he was in shock at the Son's reply. Then, he took the milk box out of the plastic bag.

“There's the pellet, right?” ask Aira.

“No,”Answer Son.

“Diludahin but”

“Ngak. It has not been opened.”

“Stolen results yes?”

“Gosh,” replied Putra pretended to be hurt by Aira's allegations. Then, he chuckled to see Aira drinking the milk she gave him. He smiled broadly.

“Do not get angry again,”ucap Putra while pinching Aira's soft cheeks. Then, he walked to his desk.

“Aihh this begu. It doesn't hurt anything,”dumel Aira. The son just smiled hearing Aira who was still mumbling.

Why are they so sweet? Why is it so different from what should happen? At that time, I was still angry with him even though he apologized. I still didn't talk to her until she had a boyfriend a month later. But now? Everything looks fine. Aira looks fine too. There is no hostility at all. Am I not really going back in time? I'm just dreaming now and the dream is going according to what I want? Why am I not awake yet?

“You why in my chair?”ask the Son to destroy my daydream.

“Hah? You're on my desk, yeah. Again my head is spinning. I think it's better behind her sitting,” I replied.

“Tired,”balance. He seemed to be asking something, but hesitated after seeing my pale condition.

“You're okay? If you can't, go home,” Putra's advice.

“Support, really. Calm down,”balasku.

“Umm, Mi. Solved last night..”

“Don't ask anything. I'm again lazy story,”cutku. I'm not going to talk about it because at the end of the day I had to make up my reasons like that last night. My head is dizzy and I don't want to think about anything right now. Including what happened to me and how I returned to the future.

I exhaled my breath hard. I'm finally in this all-white room right now. After the first break, I could no longer endure the pain in my head. Excuse me for a break at UKS school. Even though I was lying down and taking medicine, the pain in my head was only slightly reduced. I wasn't thinking about anything.

I heard the sound of the door opening and the sound of feet walking to my place.

“Udidn't take your medicine?”ask someone. I turned my gaze staring at the ceiling of this room to the source of the sound.

Hah, the Heri. “Udah,”answerku.

“Good,”brief reply.

“Cock you here?”my many.

“And I picketed UKS today,”he replied.

Ah yeah. He is an UKS kid. I didn't reply to him anymore and he was silent as well. He checked the medicinal equipment that was here.

“Why did you become a member of UKS? You want to be a doctor?”my many. Just awkward, both of them but quiet each other.

“Ngak. Let's be cool actually,” he replied.

“Nyesel I nanya,”ucapku shrivel.

“Nevent need to support your Jakarta child. Wear me-gue everything,”return. Apparently he heard my words.

“As far as I want how to say,”balasku.

“Ngot suitable.”

“Biarina. Say you envy me. Cannot speak Jakarta.”

“Don't watch too many of your soap operas that's why.”

“Solar I.”

Heri and I laughed together because I didn't care. “If you are sane again gini, exciting also yes you,”kataku.

“You think I'm crazy?”the reply was not received while sitting on a chair not too far from my bed.

“Slightly,”my reply won't lose.

“Damn,”balance.

“Umm Her. Believe you anyone has ever been to the past?”tanyaku carefully.

“Yes. There-there was you. Where anyone can go back in time, he replied.

I guessed the answer. “If there is for example. Why do you think he can go back in time?”ask again.

“Holiday may,”answered.

“Aihhh. Lazy time if I think gini you.”

“Which part I know. Umm finish something times,”he replied. “Maybe there is an unfinished or an unfulfilled promise and the person who is given the promise always remembers that. No one knows, right?” continued.

“Ohh,”my reply was short.

“Sinetron what else are you watching? Do not often watch soap operas,”jarnya.

“As far as I am. Busy time you,”balasku.

“His wheel... break you there,”the whole thing. Then, he left me. He has to go back to class.

It could be that I went back in time to fulfill the Son's promise that he would tell me everything. He did tell me that even though in his eyes I was not Aira, but Ami. But I already know. He's already said everything. He has kept his promise. So that I can walk more freely and lightly walk forward in the future. Same with people who are in love. You have to explain why in order to separate. I'm like that too. I must know the truth so that I am sincere. That way, I don't wonder anymore. I will not hesitate to move on with my life. Because I know he wants me to be happy too.

The door sounds reopened. Mostly Heri.

“I thought you were sleeping,”tap someone I'm thinking about right now. Not Heri, but the Son.

“Not able to sleep,”balasku.

“Udidn't you feel?”tanyakanya.

“Udah does not hurt his head,”I replied lying. My head still hurts a lot.

“Don't think of anything first. Just rest. If you want to tell a story, say so. Surely I'm horrified,”he said still standing beside my bed.

“Iya. Thanks.”

“Sama-sama.”

“Ummm, can I name it?”be careful and a little hesitant.

“What's it?”

“Since when did you like Aira?”my many.

My son looked at me for a moment. He was considering whether to answer it or not.

“Since this school entrance test. Rara and I have the same test date. He was accompanied by his parents and seriously learned mathematical formulas from the little book he brought. I didn't expect to be in his class, but I was happy. At the test I muttered ‘I want to meet this guy again, Lord’. I did not expect my prayers to be answered. I met his friend and class again, ” he replied. The smile did not come off his face.

“So like you are the same Aira?”ask again.

“Iya. Very,”answort. “Udah answered? Now you rest. Pale times your face,”hereinafter.

“Iya,”balasku.

Excuse me son went to class and I pressed my chest which was starting to claustrophobic. This man will not be in my future how much I want him to be. This man loves me as much as I love him. We're not going together. I have to accept it. I went back in time to hear this word. I've heard it. And it's all done. His promise was fulfilled and I no longer wondered to God. I know it's time for me to go back to the future. But Lord, may I spend a little time with him as Aira? I want to talk to her as Aira. To convey my feelings and create beautiful memories with him. After that, I promise, I'll go home. Receive, Lord. I beg.