HIM, MY BEST FRIEND

Diclates

"Great times, in my life

when I met you

you're a gift created

so real.."

"Not singing, not good to hear," I told Harry, who wanted to continue our favorite Flanella song.

"Ish, I'm sure you never sing.." she said frowning.

"Yes, I like it, but not for you" I continued.

He grunts.

Since we each had an older brother born in the 90s, we had similar musical tastes. Even the playlists on our devices are almost the same. Maybe because I used to hear the same music.

"Har, don't tell anyone if we make it" I asked.

"Why? Are you ashamed of me?" tanyanya while looking at me with a glare.

"Obviously, don't worry about me like that. Dissipated to know," my scolding.

"I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"You mean?"

"Ayudya ever love him like you?" my question is full of search.

Harry remained silent.

"Why did you refuse?" my many. Even though I know the answer.

"Because he's our best friend" he replied. "I don't want to hurt him."

"I'm also your friend" I said.

"You're the same way I've liked it a long time ago. I may not hurt you. Ayu I have no taste at all. I broke up in 2 weeks" he said.

"Why would he know we were together? Doesn't he think you're being unfair?" my many.

"What's not fair?" ask her with a voice held back. "Here you go, let me tell you the same" said Harry.

"Will he be angry with me?" I'm not feeling good.

"Ri, beat me up. We can't touch everyone. There are those who don't like it, no matter how hard we try to be good people. There is at least a time when you think of yourself before you think of others" he said. He started out as a kind of Om.

"Yes, Paaaaak..," I said dramatizing.

He's getting ready to snap my forehead.

I raised my index finger.

"Brave?" my threat.

"No, dear," he lowered his finger that was preparing to touch me.

"Don't call 'Darling' ticklish tau, '" I said.

"What is Trus going to call?" tanyakanya.

"And you said, whatever my answer is you won't change your attitude to me."

"OK on that," he turned his eyes the other way. And suddenly..

Plastered

He's flicking my forehead.

"Abs!!" I'm reflexively shouting. Be ill. "Harry!!"

And the boy was no longer visible to the trunk of his nose.

...

Since morning all the members of PMR are busy. Moreover, we whose names are written in the organizational structure.

"Ri, before you lined them up on the page, yeah. You're the Field Commander. Abis in the new line I will take over after the opening ceremony," ordered Kurnia.

"Awan, you will hold the son. Riri hold the princess. Nina, Oka, Bayu, Hendi, ready at their respective posts. Photocopy of each schedule and task has been divided, right?" kurnia asked the committee who stood around her.

Everybody nods.

"For others please check their respective duties and responsibilities. Is there anything else to ask?"

"For a filler, brother?" tanya Iqbal, 11th grader.

"Conditioned only. Who can enter the class. All the materials are in Kak Riri" said Kurnia.

"There again?" tanyakanya.

If you believe it, Kurnia will not be contested. The aura is completely different. He looks mature and mature.

"Okay, if no one wants to ask, let's pray before carrying out this activity." Kurnia led the prayer.

"For the 12th grade, this is our last activity. Let's do it as best we can."

Kurnia stretched out her right hand. Clouds, Bayu, Hendi and the others piled up his palms on Kurnia's hands, including mine.

"Spirit!!!" everyone screamed while throwing their hands up.

Yes, people are right. The happiest times are the gray-white ones. And I'll be through it soon.

I will definitely miss you all..

...

The time is 22:00.

Children in 10th grade are allowed to enter the classroom to rest.

Due to the less conducive environmental conditions, we are not allowed to leave the school area. There was no building of tents or bonfires.

Our committee of 11th and 12th grade gathered on the basketball court.

Not only did we evaluate these activities, we also chatted, joked and sang.

We all blend in. There are no seniors or juniors. We're all the same.

One day I will miss this day.

"Shake my hand maybe for the last time

We talked about memory in those days

My hug wiped my tears too

We were moved as if we had never met again

Have fun today

what we will miss later in the day

a classic story for the future

Have fun because of this time

we are proud of our old days

See you, my friend, I hope we always

it's a classic story for the future"

The song performed by Kurnia and accompanied by the passage of guitar Clouds successfully made tears escape from my eyes.

I held Nina and Oka's hands on my right and left.

Nina's cheeks were already flooded with tears, while Oka was still trying not to get carried away.

It sucks indeed, when we realize all the happiness that we have been feeling we have to end because it is time.

And tonight feels even more suffocating after Iqbal and Arga sing the song of Awareness Iwan Fals which is always sung at a moment like this.

No one is sleeping tonight. All chose to chat and spend the remaining time chatting and joking. And I'm sure, even 10th graders don't sleep because of the commotion we're making on the field.

And morning came. We started our activities on schedule.

The training and handover ceremony was completed at 08:00. Between happiness and happiness we live it. Finished it was our duty in the organization that made us all into this family.

"Go home, Ri?" asked Kurnia while embracing my shoulder.

"Continue Literature Workshop, Om, gig at 09:30," I said.

"Thank you so much help. Sorry also ngerepotin mulu," he said while grinning.

"No, we're both together. I'm really comfortable here. Not rich in Literature same Cinema," I said honestly. "Thanks is my second family."

He's messing up my hair.

"Eh, how was Harry? You're raging, aren't you?" tanyakanya.

Apparently Harry has really kept his promise not to tell anyone our status changes. Even on this soulmate.

"Yes yes. I love you," I always.

"Trus..?"

"Trus what? If it's a hit," I don't want to give any clue.

"Eh, has Fitri been delivered blom?" I suddenly switched the conversation.

"Udahlah. I brought the backpack up front as well. He was picked up by his father" said Kurnia.

"Cieee.the dream daughter-in-law," I laughed out loud.

"Eh, did you bring the backpack? How are the other 41 kids? Choose your love."

He just smiled a little. I like to tease her. Behind his firm attitude still his heart was pink. Hih..

"Udah ah, I'm mo home. Sleepily," Kurnia walked towards the sanggar to pick up her backpack.

I followed him from behind. Sanggar is empty. I have my backpack and the backpack that Om has left behind.

"There's still an hour to go" I said as I glanced at my watch. "I slept here first," I broke up.

"Not showered first? Kan was told to bring toiletries too," said Kurnia settled me uncomfortable.

"No ah. Tar at home. In the past, we camped 3 days not bathing is not a panuan as well. It's only been a day" I asked.

"Ih, you slovenly girls!" kurnia Exclamation.

"Bodo, the important thing is to brush your teeth" I said cuek.

Kurnia shook her head.

"Sunny... Ah ah, I'm home. Assalammu'alaikum," he passed.

Om.. Om. I chuckle to myself.

Drowsiness began to run through my eyes. I lay my tired body on the carpet. It feels so bad to go up to the blankar. Let it be, there's no one here. Who cares too. Finally I slept dressed in full PDL plus kacu and angkle my boot.

I don't know how long I slept. I heard the door open. There's no sound. I was too lazy to open my eyes. Suddenly I felt a hand stroking my hair that was still being pigtailed. Putting aside the hair that covered my forehead. And when that hand caressed my cheek..

Hap. I caught it right on his wrist. I immediately woke up with one movement. And..

Jedugg!!

"Aaww..!!" we both screamed at the same time.

"You..!!" my yelling.