I Know Your Secret's

I Should Have Been There

I kept looking at the girl, no matter how long I had been hiding like a thief only to stare at the pensive girl staring blankly at the lake.

"nji**r has been two hours still at home" I grumbled softly. Shortly thereafter Dasha stood up from the spot wagging her skirt and walked towards her bike.

Again I followed him from behind like a stalker, mopping down my Maluku for my curiosity. I'm trying to figure out where the girl lives. I was surprised after seeing his simple house, but it looked elegant.

"it turns out this girl is not from the bottom" I said again. I glanced at my watch which was already showing at four in the afternoon. Want to not want me to stop this ridiculous action of mine and immediately rush home to my house.

"where have you been?" ask the grandfather who is enjoying his favorite coffee. I looked at my grandfather and walked towards him.

"abis underwent a cake mission" I said while shaking hands, I immediately sat beside grandfather.

"what mission?"

"the mission is to find a cake life partner" I said spontaneously to make grandfather choke.

"uhok."

"eh grandfather, slowly drink it, geez cake."

"brash grandson! you can spontaneously say that. Who's the girl that made you think of marrying her right away? tell me? did you impregnate him??" cerca Grandpa stared intently at me.

"o Allah grandfather, don't suuzon just yet. Cowardly times I impregnate people's children. I'm a good man, I don't want to touch a woman except my own wife" I said confidently making grandfather sniff slowly.

"chih, bullshit. Tell me who the girl is?" asked the curious grandfather to look at me.

"Dasha kek, she's the girl that keeps me thinking about her" I said slowly to make my grandfather flinch.

"Dasha's? what makes you like him?"

"he gave me good bread cake" I said as long as my grandfather directly to shake my head.

Plaques

"cake, sick! why did Grandpa shake my head??"

"let you think clearly. This is a silly child the reason, where there are men asking for marriage because given good bread." grumbled grandfather

"hmm that's not the case, there are others that make me sure he's a good fit for me."

"what?" ask grandpa curious.

"his heart is so good cake, that's what makes me sure."

Grandpa clucked resentfully at me, then sipped his coffee slowly. "are you sure? prove to Grandpa that you're seriously marrying him."

"okay." I said standing up.

"it's so easy for you to answer." Grandfather's lips stared lightly at me.

"i'll prove he's mine cake" I said confidently. Of course I'm sure, because the plan I prepared was mature. With a slanted smile I walked into my room more precisely the room my parents used to occupy when I was alive.

I don't know for sure the cause of the accident, just a teddy bear from the mother. Not wanting to dissolve in sadness, I glanced at the girl's key toy hanging pretty on my study table.

the key toy I picked up when the girl rushed out of school. At first I wanted to give it back to her, but I remembered something that made me stop giving Dasha the key toy.

Why don't I threaten the gangs that bullied Dasha? why would I just shut up to see that girl bullied? the answer is only one of me. The more I bully those damn women the more they bully that poor girl.

The women lost their minds just not willing to be approached by any girl. As if I belonged to them. Already many have become victims of Bulian Farah, but the headmaster seemed to close his eyes did not want to disturb the calm of Farah who incidentally the family of the school owner.

"huft, I'd better focus on running my mission" I said slowly while holding the key toy slowly.

"you have to take Dasha's responsibility, it's got me screwed up like this. Your name is always ringing in my brain." I said softly with a faint smile.

"shit, I'm crazy to like it." I regretted slowly and then rushed into the bathroom.

***

The day goes on, it's the day of my class farewell. Many cheered and stared at their diplomas until someone crossed out the uniform he was wearing.

"where is he?" wander around looking for the whereabouts of that geeky girl. I circulated my gaze all over the place, but did not find the girl. I walked towards the rooftop where the girl was normally pensive, but just a step up the stairs suddenly my phone rang.

"grandfather? tumben called?" I murmured slowly and picked up the phone from my grandfather.

"sorry sir, is this really Firaz's grandson?" say someone who sounds foreign.

"sorry, who is this? how's my grandfather's phone with you?"

"sorry sir, so gini your grandfather suddenly fainted here. So we took him to the hospital right away." explained the stranger.

"what?! where is the hospital?" I was surprised to find out the bad news about my grandfather. Inevitably I had to rush to the hospital, but before I went down the stairs. I glanced for a moment at Dasha's loyal back staring blankly at the place.

"may Grandpa be fine." I quietly ran towards the parking lot.

I didn't think that day, I almost lost it. My second fatal mistake, leaving the girl alone with her slump. Since that day I have never met Dasha again.

# Flashback Off

I wonder what Dasha felt at that time. Then I decided to change my appearance, When I went to college, I deliberately changed my appearance to geeky. I want to know what it's like to be dealing with a crowd with such a strange appearance.

I can't believe it, after I went undercover to be a geeky kid. I don't know how many insults, scorn, taunts, bullies, and hatred towards me. I don't care what they say, no matter what they say about me, I don't care either.

So gini it feels, you're great Dasha resisted this insult all.

I shed tears at a glance, remembering it made me even more guilty that I should have been there to accompany him. Fortunately, Gazza saved him.

I got out of bed and walked towards the balcony and breathed fresh air. I looked towards Dasha who was still fast asleep.

"i didn't think I could marry you Sha." I cheated slowly. Of course getting married to Dasha is not easy. There were many obstacles that I had to go through before I sat down to shake hands with my father.

"i will protect you, Dasha, I promise." I said confidently with the statement I just said. I don't want to repeat the same mistake again.