I'll wait for your promise

Thesis 2

The title of the thesis that I and Disa proposed has received the approval of the Lecturer. We just do research and look for sources for interviews. We have more time in the library. Various examples of theses we studied.

From behind the bookshelf, I saw a man and a woman sitting next to each other. They look very familiar. Before, they were mediocre. Recalling the moment in front of the Lecturer room, they joined hands. Are they already made up? My mind began to wonder about that closeness.

I deliberately approached the man when the woman he was with had already left.

“Hay, Mas.” I put the skip book on the table and sat down in front of him.

“Hay, Dif. Again look for example thesis yes?” He looked at the book I was carrying.

“Yes, here Mas. Still confused where to start? Mas itself again ngerjain scription?” I also looked at his laptop.

“Iya.” Answer smiled. Then continue typing.

We were both busy with books. Disa separated some tables from where we were sitting. He also looked serious about reading. Every now and then I glanced at the man who was busy typing while reading in front of me. Wanting to ask something that makes me curious, but afraid to disturb his concentration.

“Ngapain is a lyric trus?” He suspected me, though his gaze was still on the laptop.

“Nothing, Mas. Just idle. Seneng look at people who are serious about learning.” I pretended to read a book.

“What!!! You start to look the same way as me?” He shouted softly, smiling seductively.

“Ih! UH GR! Look at people learning! Not your same cunt!” I returned her screams.

“Owh.. kirain started to look the same as me.” Smile, then re-type.

“No, no one is jealous.” My god, pretending to read a book, smiled glancing at him.

“Oh, yes. Do you have Anto?” Beard, smile. “Eh, but doesn't he want to get married? Tomorrow's sunday right?” A little surprised to remember something.

“You're invited, Mas?” Frowning, staring seriously.

“Kan via group. You don't read?”

Bizarre, “Ngak, Mas. I haven't opened fb.” in a long time

“Pantes only, you are never seen. We thought you were heartbroken again so do not want to join the invitation comment.” Back typing and opening the book page, “Emang why, tumben not open fb. Usually most active.”

“HPku was lost, Mas. So long time no hold HP.” I looked down, agitated, enduring the sadness.

Mas Ibram looked at me who was suddenly silent, helpless. “Why are you, Dif?”

I was still silent, confused as to what to say. Shame if you tell the truth that happened, is the same as opening a disgrace that has been closed tightly. My mind floated, remembering what happened between me and Mas Anto a few months ago. No, no, no. I can't tell that story. It's my ugliness, it's my past, it's a disgrace I must keep secret. Other people can't know I almost did stupidity with Mas Anto. I shook my head, steadied my heart.

“Nothing, Mas. I'm just sad to hear that news. It's true you said, he's not a good man. The proof is that she is now married to someone else. Pregnant first again.” I still feel sad. Withstand the water forcing out of these eyes.

“What!! Pregnant first!! You're serious, Dif?” Mas Ibram was surprised, shouting softly. His eyes glare.

“Loh, you don't know, Mas?” I asked back, astonished.

She shook her head.

“Thank God, Dif. You are not the same Anto. The bad ones deserve the bad ones too. You good girl hopefully get a good guy too.”

“Amiin..” I drowned my face in both palms. “Oh yes, Mas. He used to say you liked me. But how come you never try PDKT with me?” Seated on the table, looking at Mas Ibram seriously.

“Hopefully yes??” The man leaned his body towards me. Smiling seduces.

“Iiihhh...G very anyway! I was just curious. You were my own at the time, but why did you say you didn't expect me?”

“Ya because.. don't want to hope aja.”.

“Kan must be the reason, Mas?”

“Color I'm engaged, Difa! And I don't want to hurt him, even though he hurt me.” Back to typing casually. For a moment glanced at me.

“Tactualty?? With whom, Mom? Never told a story.” I wondered, what is that woman? My inner.

“You know the guy. We were betrothed, but at that time she was in love with another man. I can what? I don't have the same feeling as him either. Yes, I'm relaxed if she's dating my best friend. At the same time I started to like you, but you never sensitized, no response. Uh, even you like my fiancee's boyfriend. So complicated is my love story.” Her lips were soaked, showing sadness.

“Wait a minute!” I try to digest the words he just said, “Tokan Mas Mas dating friend Mas, and I like the same girlfriend Mas fiancee. As I recall, Mas's best friend who I like is Mas Anto, so Mas's fiance is Mbak Anggi!!” I looked at him seriously. Ask for a definite explanation.

Mas Ibram nodded, still with his fingers dancing on the keyboard.

“Kok can, Mas?”

“Yes can be, his name is also destiny.”

I snorted in annoyance. An unsatisfactory answer.

He shut down his laptop and closed the book. Go bring the books and put them on the shelf, where they were.

Back he sat down, arranging stationery and laptop. “The market has been treated, right? Now I want to go home first yes.” Stand up and go with his things.

I grumbled, looking at his disappearance. Still want to ask but confused about what to ask.

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