HIM, MY BEST FRIEND

Treacheries

I'm woken.

"What do you mean?" ask me with a flat tone.

"Aren't you horrified? I said Harry.. will anterin. I. go home..!" he said with emphasis.

"Why should he bring you home?" ask me with a tone that starts to rise.

"Ask him the same. Isn't that right, honey?" he put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

I reacted immediately. I'm standing. I want to strangle him again. But my pride holds it back.

Gita laughed mockingly, then passed away to go to her stool.

"I need an explanation Har..," I said.

Harry said nothing. He got up next to me and went back to his stool.

"Har..?"

"Had Ri, don't discuss it anymore" he said without looking at me.

"What is there not to discuss? Her words or our relationship?" I don't like pleasantries the most.

Kurnia had just stepped in and found us who were struggling.

"Why this?" tanyanya.

I hurriedly turned around and sat back on my stool.

Kurnia placed her bag next to Harry. Then sat down beside me, where Harry was sitting.

"You sick, Ri? Are you pale?" tanyanya is attentive.

"I'm not pa pa, Om," I said with tears almost falling.

Kurnia looked towards her soulmate.

He didn't get an answer there either.

He knew something was going on between us.

But he didn't urge us to talk.

Until school, Harry didn't tell me a word.

Although this heart is eager to scream, but my ego can muffle it.

Without saying anything, Harry walked beside my seat.

Followed by Gita who smiled cynically at me.

"Ri, am I not mistaken?" ask the Om.

"What's Om's point?" I asked as if nothing had happened.

"Harry came home so it's not good how is it with you? You're not being driven home with him?"

I'm shaking.

"I don't know Om. From yesterday he was. No talking about nothing. I asked him if he was angry with me, he replied. I went awry. And again." I cut my sentence.

"And again, he went home with Gita." I said in my heart.

"Ah, come on," I don't want to look weak in front of Kurnia.

"Yes, I'm anter home yuk," said Kurnia.

"Fitr?"

"He had an exculpation first. Abis anter you, I'm back here again" said Kurnia.

"Thank you, Om." I said.

...

Time shows at 21:30. Harry hasn't told me anything yet.

I'm restless. Why is it like this? She easily filled every corner of my heart with her name. He knows it. Why is he acting like this to me?

I remember the message of Kak Hali, Pak Nur and Pak Munawir. Did I make the wrong decision? Ah, it's impossible. Harry loved me a long time ago, there was no way he could do anything evil to me.

I took a deep breath and took it out. Trying to get all the bad thoughts out of my head.

I started to close my eyes. Hope to fall asleep soon. But every time I close my eyes, what I think of is her soothing smile.

I took my salary. I picked up the earphones and started putting them together.

Kuremas my nightgown on the chest. Exorcise. Why am I so pathetic? This is not Rinjani. This isn't you. I can't be like this. Trust me, everything will be fine.

...

Still like yesterday, Harry just passed me without saying hello. And just like yesterday, I couldn't sleep causing a panda in my face.

"We're fine, and will always be fine" I suggested to myself.

I was trying to find a gap to talk to him. But it looks like Harry knows, and keeps dodging every time I want to start a conversation.

I'm too tired to be angry. I better go with Kurnia to the cafeteria. We ordered tofu meatballs and finished them immediately. At least the spicy tofu meatballs can keep my eyes open until the lesson is over.

We returned to class with a full stomach. People say, a full stomach can make the heart calm. I hope that.

Kurnia and I entered at the same time. And how surprised we were when we saw the sight before our eyes. Gita was sitting on Harry's left thigh with one arm around his neck.

My throat feels choked. My face's warming. My breath hunts. My chest feels burning. I prepared to give a gift to that shameless woman.

"Heh, cheap woman! We all know your behavior! But this is a school, you know yourself. If you want to sell yourself on the street, not here!" before I set my foot on them, Kurnia had already pulled on Gita's arm and threw it so violently that she slammed.

Gita glared, not expecting the friendly and hilarious Kurnia to be able to do that to her.

Harry's face was no less shocked than Gita's. But he didn't do anything. Even to help Gita stand up.

"And you," pointed Kurnia at Harry, "I'm disappointed in you!"

I just stood watching the drama that was happening in front of me.

Harry looked at me. But immediately turned his face away.

The break time bell has run out saving us all. Saved us from the shame of being a spectacle of classmates.

Kurnia's face is as red as mine. I know he's holding back anger. I knew him so well, how kind he was. But today for the first time I saw him being rude to a woman. And that's because he defended me.

Kurnia was still sitting next to Harry, but it did not sound like she greeted, asked, discussed let alone joked like they used to.

My heart is no longer broken. Not a single bit of Bu Neni's language went into my brain. All I want right now is to run home and cry until my tears run out.

And the moment I was waiting for arrived. The lesson bell is over sounds really loud. I want to get out of class.

Bu Neni came out first, followed by my friends who also wanted to go home soon. I finally gave up. When I started to step up, Kurnia held my hand.

"I'm anther home," he said.

I just nodded.

As soon as I looked back at the door, I could not feel my tears shed without warning. There Harry was embracing the shoulders of the friendly Gita.

Kurnia immediately released her hand that was holding me back. He ran after Harry and Gita who were already walking in the front hallway of our class. He pulled Harry's bag so he looked back.

Bugs!

Kurnia's raw bogem landed hard right in Harry's face. Harry bounced back with a scream of Gita.

I saw that Kurnia's shoulders were going up and down withholding emotions. Once again I saw the sturdy body approaching Harry, clutching the collar of his uniform. Kurnia pulled her hand back and prepared to deliver a second blow to Harry. I immediately ran and immediately hugged Kurnia from behind.

"Don't, Om. already..," my voice turned into a sob.

"Don't.."

Kurnia's hand was still floating in the air. And one of his hands was still clutching Harry's collar. The few pairs of eyes of our remaining friends were staring at us with shocked looks. No one wants to break up Kurnia and Harry. Same with Gita. He could only cover his mouth with both hands.

For a few seconds, Kurnia did not change her position. And I still hold it from behind. Finally he lowered his hand and violently threw Harry down.

"I think I'm just disappointed in you, it turns out more than that. I'm really embarrassed to have your tea! What losers!" shouted Kurnia.

Gita hurriedly helped Harry to wake up. But immediately brushed aside rudely by Harry.

Without saying anything or even intending to reply, Harry immediately turned around and left with wide strides.

I am still crying on Kurnia's back.

I release my arms.

"Om, can I borrow your back for a second?" between the sobs of crying.

Kurnia did not answer.

I leaned my forehead against Kurnia's broad back. Spilling my tears there.

Without me realizing there was anyone else besides us in the hallway.

He saw all this.