High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 23: DECLARING LOVE IS PROGRESS.

The cold night passed with the departure of my friends was hit at 00:00 exactly, as did Cinderella who didn't have much time to have fun, it's just that in their departure of course the excitement and fun they already enjoy.

And sleep is my activity in spending the rest of my time, no 'sleeping flowers' only black shadows are embedded in my vision.

Until the time when my eyelids began to open faltered, the body was a little weak, the hands also went limp, last night maybe I was too tired, considering not only eating a lot of what I did, but also the, sleeping at three o'clock in the morning, that's the reason why my body feels stiff, but therefore, yawning is proof that I'm still sleepy this very second, so sleeping again is the right thing. Right, I go back to sleep, no matter what time it is, no matter what kind of weather, what is important today my laziness can be perfectly enjoyed.

Silent in peace, in my room there was only empty air and I filled the silence of the room, to hell with my husband lying frail in the hospital, my phobia had led me to the true feeling, that is, to say the least, stay in this house to live ordinary days without burden.

It is a pity that when peace has seeped deep into the recesses of the heart, even my weeping soul has dwelt in peace, a phone call breaks the peace of my sleep, the ringtone of my cell phone rattles in my room, until my eardrum is pounded to rush to reach my smartphone with a blue bonyok.

“Sialan.” a curse appeared from my angry reaction, precisely interrupted.

Of course my phone has come back to life, believe it or not, after dinner with friends, in the middle of the night, I charge my phone, and in the wait for my phone, watching movies is the way I wait.

In a pillow with a blue pillow that Harfa always uses, my smartphone lies there, and I rush to reach my phone, at 12:05 pm, at noon, it was the first thing my eyes caught from the corner of my phone screen, and then received an incoming call with the phone that I put on my left ear.

“Woy what is Anka?” I asked him for what reason he dared to call me, and rightly, Anka was the caller.  The thing is he called me when I was asleep in peace, then turned it into the noise of my phone ringtone. By the way, the ringtone of my cell phone call is a giggling 'kuntil-kid,' sound which is certainly not the original 'kuntil-kid' voice.'

“I want to express love to Ovy!” an answer that even makes me angry. What else is so sudden.

“Then why did you call me? You should have called Ovy,” I obviously asked the question of my wrath, I was furious because Anka broke the peace of my sleep, so absurd.

“I need a witness, and a friend here.” again nyeleneh statements that make me even more furious.

”Need witnesses? Strange times you, are you not with your aunt's uncle you invited?“ sindirku.

”Already hunted come, when you do not want to help your friend this?“ reply Anka urged me.

It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that, the reason that's so taxa makes me confused. Need a witness to show love? There is-There is this friend of mine.

”Ahk you .. yes already, send your position, I am ready first.“ forced, my sleep must be paused, because, after all, my friend has voiced his request for help, I cannot bear to refuse it, what's more, he wants to 'shoot' a girl and that's his classmate again.

I immediately sat on the bed after the phone call was cut off, I placed it stretch both hands to the point that yawning again occurred. Then I went to the bathroom, my body is still wrapped in school uniform forced this time I had to change, the road was stumbling because it was too lazy.

I went into the bathroom, first I brushed my teeth, secondly wiped my face, third, changed clothes with 'play' clothes, which is a plain blue tunic blouse, complete with a trouser suit. Exactly, I did not take a bath, the laziness that ensnared me gave me room for a good plan other than a bath, that is; put a lot of perfume on my body, and now, I have, I've been sitting on the bench in front of my dresser. Spraying perfume scented flowers jasmine my entire body, trying to make the aroma of 'high' my body is not bigitu concentrated, occasionally I close my nose to my armpits, nudge the extent to which the scent of this perfume works, thankfully, he said, this perfume works well, because after all, I always have a way to look fresh and fragrant.

After the perfume bottle I put it back in position. This lazy me got up from sitting, then started the first step to catch up with Anka.

According to a message my smartphone received, Anka was at a roadside cafe, a cafe where I met Kak Farka for the first time.

Since my bike was placed on Wisty, walking was the only way I could, after all, the distance of the cafe with my house was quite close, just passing through my backyard, walking the straight streets of the complex, then out the residential gate, the rest turn right along the terotoar road, then I arrived at the cafe 'side of the road'. A cafe next to a clothing store and a convenience store. Cafes with monochrome shades, white color that dominates the cafe makes it look clean, large windows make the minimalist cafe look spacious, plus a terrace that only has two wooden tables devoted to customers, noting that the minimalist cafe, but, I prefer if the cafe even looks like a bathroom.

Sure enough, Anka had been sitting on the wooden chair available on the terrace of the cafe, sitting on my back. Wait a minute, I had to stop stepping, because I had also found a girl of crazy body talking to Anka, right, that girl is Ovy, that girl is Ovy, he sat in the front seat of Anka in a serious look. The atmosphere of the highway and cafe happened to be quite quiet, the air was soft, an atmosphere that was comfortable to be able to concentrate on expressing feelings of love.

My distance from Anka's desk was ten meters away, but I was surprised when Ovy raised his right hand to wave to greet me, plus Anka who turned half his body just to wave his right hand, waving his right hand, greets me. Shit, I was afraid to interfere with the intimacy of the two of them, only, considering that I was asked to come here, so forced, awkwardly, I stepped my foot over them, the bonus, he said, I developed a wry smile at each step.

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Up to a distance of one meter is my position next to two of my colleagues, then gradually, I see their clothes are kopel, Anka wearing a short-sleeved shirt nuanced purple, and, likewise with Ovy who both wear a short-sleeved purple shirt, the difference between their suits is only from their pants, black short denim is the one that Ovy wears, while cotton shorts are the one worn by Anka.

So when my receptors catch a smile on the face to my two colleagues, then I effectively develop a smile wider, until my white teeth are revealed and the bonus dimples my cheeks bend.

”Let's sit down class president, don't stand up just like I forgot how to sit,“ said Ovy in a joke that I think even a bit 'fing' and please let me sit.

Of course, without much talk, I immediately sat down on the wooden chair beside them, —at this table has been provided four whitewashed wooden chairs that surround the table— I sat around the round table in our center, until netraku caught two black coffee cups that were still boiling steam into the air, it seemed like the coffee was just ordered them. But wait, why am I am a bit amused, when I realize their order coffee type is identical and the glass glass is identical, jeez, how much love makes them have to equalize anything, for something called matching? Even my husband and I are not so great.

”Nah .. I've come,“ I said by looking at Anka's face.

There, on Anka's face, it was obvious that she was all over the matter, right, the issue of her declaration of love that she said would be revealed now.

And I have to be a witness?

Then, gently, thin lips Anka developed a knotty smile, her net was fixed on her coffee glass, but not a single word had been heard by my ears. Maybe Anka prepared her mentality to express her feelings. As a result, I turned to Ovy, looked at him with a frowning forehead, I put on a serious face, precisely guessing, did Ovy already know the reason for coming here?

Ovy gave a faint smile, a response from my gaze that scanned him. Until finally, the kernyit my forehead disappeared when Anka's mouth revealed an astonishing fact.

”Tadi, I've already revealed to Ovy ...“ Anka spoke still looking at her glass.

My eyes widened and I looked at Anka.

”Iya chairman, he is very strange to express love.“ suddenly Ovy chimed in with a carefree look.

”O-oke ... so ..?“ obviously I'm confused their exposure is still so ambiguous.

Until I found, Anka's face was facing me, looking at me with a knotty smile aimed only at me. ”Hem .. we are friends,“ concluded Anka with specifics.

Obviously my forehead frowned again, confused in pervading the meaning of the word Anka.

”Iya chairman ..“ Ovy spoke, come forward to explain.

Then my confused views turned to him.

”... we remain friends only, because, I already have a boyfriend,“ he explained with a cheerful look.

Crazy, I was shocked to hear Ovy's confession. That means, Anka's love is rejected, and still they sit spoiled with a sweet smile here, whereas, according to my eye experience, I've seen in movies, usually, when there has been a confession of love, and hope is rejected, then awkward attitudes will automatically occur, even to two objects can immediately go to avoid. But, what was presented in front of me, unlike in the film, or rather, reality was sometimes inversely proportional to the film.

”Wait-wait-wait-wait, wait a minute.“ I tried to browse.

Ovy just nodded.

”Who is your girlfriend?“ serious usutku.

”Dia Elpan.“

”ELPAN?“ my dearest was so unconvinced by Ovy's confession.

Again Ovy nodded in favor of.

”Njir ..,“ umpatku.

Then I held my body in deep contemplation, of course I pondered, thinking back to the familiar togetherness of Ovy and Anka, to the point that I thought they would be friendly lovers, thinking again that, the entire 'code' Anka gave was only considered an act of familiarity from a mere friend, and this incident even raised a lot of questions in my head.

”Wait first .. since when are you going out with the kid?“ my usut.

”Day Last Sunday,“ reply Ovy seriously.

”Keep why no news at all?“ kumusut.

”Nnothing, the other children are also not in the know,“ replied Ovy casually.

Yes, it does not know, but it becomes a psychiatric problem in Anka, it can even be a matter of mind, and if only Ovy told me first, then, there is a possibility that I can tell Anka, so that Anka does not need to swallow this sudden bitter reality, she is my best friend, and I as her best friend, do not want to see her disappointed by her loved ones.

But whatever my day, which is only a friend to the two people in front of me, I can't possibly scold Ovy, because it's so strange that if I scold him just because he didn't tell me he was dating Elpan, moreover, the confusion now hit my mind.

”So now why are you wearing the same clothes as Anka? Why did you come here? Why order the same coffee with Anka?“ thanks to my confusion, the question that stuck was released from my mouth.

I was surprised by Ovy, when lately, they look so familiar, but I dare not ask why he is so familiar with Anka, because the answer must be a matter of friendship, really strange, really, to the extent that I think badly, that Ovy only toyed with Anka's feelings, Ovy who has a motherly soul does not understand the codes of love from a man. Is it only because she doesn't understand 'love language' that I have to eliminate my perception of her motherly soul?

”Loh, Anka told me to wear this shirt, Anka also bought this shirt, coffee is also her message, so I am very grateful to Anka for giving me coffee and clothes, well ... I came because he invited,“ beber Ovy frankly.

”But, later tonight I have an event with Elpan,“ added Ovy.

I sighed, it seems like Anka's plan to be able to make love with Ovy, must be dashed right now.

And I found the look on Anka's face was still crisp, even the biggest smile on her smooth face. But wait, it turns out, now an inspiration appears in my mind, and even now I realize, that if Anka smiles without eyes squealing, it means; his smile was just a small talk. While a smile with squeaking eyes is a response from a cold heart. Right, that entire conclusion was visible from the gestures of his body, and from the way he looked.

But now, his eyeballs that often slanted to the lower right, and his inner eyebrows that slightly rose to the top, it summed up a sein of sadness, befriending him from childhood, with him, making my inner bond strong also helped to emphasize that Anka was sad.

Anka has covered the taste of the weather with a made-up expression, precisely making the body gesture of falsehood. But I just kept quiet, afraid that my guess was wrong.

”Keep we do here?“ askaku who intends to go home, besides this holiday I want to sleep in my bed again, enjoy the atmosphere of peace in order to put aside the problems of life.

”You are late anyway, I sent a message not to come late,“ said Anka.

”It seems not deh, you are the speed,“ I argue.

”Hahahaha .. again that ridiculous reason ...,“ Anka replied with almsgiving.

I have to admit, the reason I always come late, either late to school or late to various events, if not complain that I am helping others, the second step is my reason, yes, accuse those who came too soon.

But I was amazed at the attitude of Anka who was still able to laugh freely in front of people who refused her love.

“Oh yes, so forget, the chairman want to order what?” tawal Ovy's.

“Ngak ahk lazy, I want to coffee at home, coffee at the stall cheaper because.” I refuse casually.

“But I paid kok.”

“No need, actually I don't want coffee, want to sleep.”

Then Ovy nodded in acceptance of my rejection.

“Yes already, keep the conversation going ..” I said hanging up my sentence as I got up from sitting down.

“... I want to continue to sleep first at home,” continued me by looking at two colleagues alternately.

And how grateful I was, when they allowed me to go home, I said goodbye, actually coming back home without anyone intercepting, without saying much.

Give your life to me

Or I'll replace it with a curse

My soul is thirsty

Then give me your breath

     I want you to bleed for me

      I want you to go crazy with me

      I want you to smell my bones

      Hurry up to me to heal from my dying