HIM, MY BEST FRIEND

Message of Love

"Ri, make a proposal yes" said Kurnia.

"Proposal for what?" my many.

"Create diklat. I don't think it can be pushed back and forth. Try asking the others, they have not asked what proposal blom. First semester is almost gone. We have to hand over the post before semester. Semester two can no longer be active," explained Kurnia at length.

"Ready Boss!" I cried while raising my hands in the flag's salute.

"When will the Masjid Teen?" ask her.

"Blom anyway, maybe early next month. But if the Masjid Teen does not drag us. If we have a lot of activities" replied Kurnia.

Yeah, correct. I remember when I was escorting the kids looking for the trail and night shit last year. Hiiii. so goosebumps.

"But I guess now we won't be able to get out of the school area," said the Om is like a psychic. He seemed to know what I wanted to ask.

"So all the activities are held in the school environment."

"Har, if Cinema when is the sartijab?" ask Harry who just came in.

"And you're also a Cinema boy, time doesn't know," instead of answering, this kid is fighting.

"Not trying to quench that, am I just fine" I said with a frown.

"You're picky, anyway. If your PMR takes care of everything, then the class too. Try Cinema, nongol aja rarely," he said while taking place beside Kurnia.

"Not that, I was in the Cinema promotion section, making posters. Yes if you guys are filming again, why would I follow you?" my reason.

"Yes at least a nongol clash can," Harry still insisted on his argument.

"Har, you used to say I wasn't paying attention because I didn't know that Gita was your ex. Now that I'm mo nanya with you, you know how many Cinema kids I shot after I refused?" I raise one eyebrow.

Harry remained silent. Kurnia also seems lazy to participate in our debate.

"No, you are also not the same attention," I said.

"Tau. 6 right, the 2nd grade 11," replied Harry.

"That's you know. Now I nanya, it's not good any what you do in the same mulu mulu mulu mulu mulu ex you? It's not good anymore" I asked.

She's quiet.

"Well that's how it feels when I go into the Cinema room" I replied.

"Today is Saturday in his classroom" Harry replied suddenly. He threw away face.

I smile. Lose too..

...

The days pass so quickly. We are at the end of semester one. For us in 12th grade, next semester will be very crowded. There should be no extracurricular activities. Also not allowed to follow various types of races other than directly sent by the school. All focus on the National Examination.

[The move this morning reminds me of you.

A cheerful you always refresh my day.

I will not compare you to the light of the sun. Because you're more warm than that.]

A message goes to the green app with the phone handle. An anonymous number, with a profile photo of a beautiful mountain.

Ah, I don't care. I'll turn off the screen again.

...

[You are perfect love.

Sometimes I ask my own heart,

"can you knit this taste yourself, if she doesn't want you?"

But it's okay. Let me drag this in front of you.

I wish there was the same taste there.]

This is the fifth message sent to my salary in a week.

I let out a breath.

There was a annoyance and curiosity in this chest.

Wh who?

There was no intention to find out who sent it.

But now it's itchy to just silence the message.

May I wish that the one who sent him was Harry Potter?

What about Mr Zein?

Or someone I don't know?

"Om.. Don't know this number?" I asked while giving my phone to Kurnia.

He saw the number, then read the message one by one.

"Secret admirer again huh?" the phone itself. He typed the number out.

Display the phone screen. Not found.

"Tumben is sought, usually also dicuekin," Kurnia said.

"Job furniture. It's been almost a week. Every day he writes such words. Always, every dawn. So off me," I said.

"Yes, no. But I don't like it."

"Not like to be combated, that's the obvious one. It wants to the point, doesn't it?" he moved his eyebrows up and down.

"Ih, you already have a boyfriend, you're so weird now, Om," I said, poking. "Fithrom!!! Ni Bambangmu is weird!!" I screamed as loud as he could.

And the auto Kurnia catches me.

"Whisper! I saved the number first. I'll help you find it" he said.

"Thank you," I said as I winked, replying.

Let them both land on my head.

...

[I can't keep this feeling alone. I'll give you all this hope. Wish you would hold it in your heart. Hopefully.]

I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. I'm late!!

Harry had called me since I entered the gate. I answered him with just a wave of my hand.

I completely forgot that message. I'm so busy. UAS is in sight. Teachers really want to mature their students and students for it.

Questions, enrichments, summaries, all scattered on my desk.

Until finally the sound of the break bell rang.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rest first the children," exclaimed Bu Neni.

"Yes, Buuuu..," all answered compactly.

Either because I think too much or I haven't had breakfast, it feels like my stomach is rumbling.

A pair of sandwiches with peanut butter became my target. I immediately rushed towards the canteen.

"Relene!!" Harry and Kurnia shouted at me at the same time.

"dither. Laper!" myrag.

After getting the stomach booster, I immediately looked up to class 12 IPS 3, class Nina, my best friend.

He doesn't exist. Probably still in the cafeteria. Finally I chose to sit on the sidelines where usually children sit watching basketball games. It is close to the cafeteria and library. If Nina passes by, it'll be visible from here.

"It turns out you're here. I've been looking for it" Harry was standing right in front of me.

"Hey.. What's up? Seriously, I guess. Here sit." I pat an empty place beside me. "You?" I'll throw my sandwich.

"No, thank you," pushed the sandwich I offered. "I'm talking to you" he said, still standing in front of me.

"Yes. by the way."

"I.i..,"

"Eh, budar.. My HP sounds," I said as I felt a tremor in my uniform skirt pocket.

At this lesson time, you can bring a cell phone. So, I pulled out my bluetooth handfree. I tuck it in my ear and cover it with my hair.

"Hello..," I'm who's on the other end.

[Hi, Ri. You where?]

"Hey, Om. I'm in the field. Why?" I slightly frowned.

"Eh, Har. would like to say, by the way. I was horrified" I said to Harry.

Harry knew I could split the focus. I often talk to two or more people but still understand what they are talking about despite different themes.

"I've been waiting for you this morning at the gate. I'd like to talk to you. You're looking for someone who likes to send you that message, right?"

I'm nodding. Looks like Kurnia told him. My eyes kept staring at Harry who kept talking, while my ears were sharpened to hear what Kurnia said.

[Ri, yesterday I saved that number you love. Uh, I saw the starter pack with the same number.]

"You're angry, aren't you?" ask Harry.

[I saw it in.]

"I sent you that message!"

[on Harry's CPU]

Heh..!! I'm woken. I gawk. Can't believe what I heard.

"Wait.. Om," I cried to Kurnia on the other end. I turned off my handfree.

I stared at Harry who had been standing in front of me. He's still standing there, but now with his head down.

I immediately stood up and flicked my skirt violently.

I ran straight to the basement.

"R.. Kiria!!" I still hear him yelling my name.

I don't give a shit. I really don't know what it means to do all this.

The shadow of Ahmad as the Sender of the Message froze instantly. I was carrying a wind that rippled in my ears.