I'm Afraid of Falling in Love
A stretcher? A bully?
You who? Only a stranger is now in my brain.
- Blue-Eye
Suddenly I smiled cynically hearing Pandu's scream. Whoareyou? Help me or vice versa? What do I care about Pandu.
“Bu, this is yesterday.”
Ms. Nining confirmed the location of her glasses, searching with my work's jelly. Because the lights off yesterday just finished now the pocket material bobok this one.
“This.” I gawked, everything I gave to Bu Nining is returned. What's wrong this time?
I didn't move in the slightest, my eyeballs were fixed on the pile of cloth on the table.
“Recreate.”
“Hah?” I didn't listen to this wrong. Can solve until here alone is meningan, this must be repeated again.
Instead of taking it and immediately fixing it, I instead approached Bu Nining who was cutting the cloth, “this is wrong again ya bu?”
Ms. Nining distracts her. Take a new pile of cloth, give the cloth to me. “You know what's wrong?” I nodded innocently.
Ms. Nining took the pocket I had deposited earlier. “This.” He pointed at one of my stitches whose seams were out of bounds. “The seams are less neat, the opening period is not close.”
“See this, the sewing time deviates.” Bu Nining's finger was right on the fabric whose seams were deviated, jelly was also him.
“Not to mention this time is not ignorance.” There's the left side of my pocket I forgot to sew.
“Not beautiful views, wrinkle time.”
What if the wrinkle can't?
“It looks less narik, high time next to.” I want to laugh seeing the results of my last stitch.
“Hehehe yes bu in benerin again.” I picked up one-by-one pockets on the table and hurriedly left from in front of Bu Nining.
“From yesterday's son did it anyway!” Bu Nining's loud voice was still heard as I walked away from her. I want to answer yes learn mom, play time anyway.
In front of the sewing machine I thought about my mistakes. What is true that Bu Nining said. The stitches aren't neat? It's because I'm still not good at regulating the gas. Less narik? That's true also because it is confused, pull here this one is prying, pull there the other is tingling, wrinkle becomes.
Ahhhhh, how is this?!
“Hoi.”
“Astagfirullah.” I was surprised, the voice that came out of nowhere surprised me. The emotions I've been holding back from wanting to be blown up right now.
After knowing the source of the voice, I did not scold him. I turned around and went back to thinking about finding a way to make my stitches work. He is now sitting in front of me, looking at me who is still watching the fabrics on the table, “but not at work.”
“It also want.” Sahutku.
“Ya come.” Take Pandu.
I stared at Pandu confused, he did not have the wrong breakfast, right? The anger has changed now. “Mind daydream again, let's follow.” He came back to surprise me.
I thought he was gonna take me where, it turns out to be the last machine. Eh to the end of everything. I was worried to look at Pandu who is now sitting in front of the machine.
“Where is the fabric?” ask while extending a hand.
“What?”
“Where are the fabrics?”
“Eh oh bentar in bag.” I went back to the table and picked up a cloth that had not been sewn. As much as possible I walked quickly, although still could not because of the distance between the narrow machine table.
I gave him a pile of cloth.
“One of them why so many? Want to know I'm the one who owns it?”
I became embarrassed and hurriedly took the rest of the cloth, “iya kirain asked everything so.”
Suddenly I felt like something was wrong. “You guide why ya?”
Without looking at me he replied lightly, “why what yes, well yes I am good.”
I looked at him annoyed, “not that, it was angry now kok-“
“Oh yes I am still angry with you right.” He turned off the machine and immediately turned his body on me.
“I'm not helping you.” Keninggku is confused. It's so weird this guy.
“Before you answer your important business what is it?” Why the hell is this one man really kepo with people's business.
I looked at him seriously, “sorry yes it's personal.” I immediately grabbed the cloths on the table and left Pandu.
“Eh wait.” The intercepts I didn't ignore.
Brakes
Fortunately he hit it not too hard, if hard already made sure we will be the center of attention of many people in this course.
“Why not answer?”
“So it's none of your business.”
“What's so hard to stay say.”
“Mot.”
“Say.”
“Gak!”
“Say.”
“Gak!!”
“Udah ya disrupt directly from earlier when can finish this.” Hearing that Pandu finally retreated and turned around.
“Tomorrow I'll ask again.” Her index point is on my face, who's afraid.
***
“How is it?” from earlier all I did was stare at the pile of cloth, without daring to touch it. Not dare, fear wrong again.
I took out the wrong cloth back. Examine it carefully. One by one I began to understand my mistakes, but running them I was not sure if it could work or not.
“I tried one deh good luck spirit Gemata.” Encouraging myself when I fall is my habit.
The reality is only two pockets that I can finish until I get home. Huft, if this is the case, maybe my course will not be completed. Seeing the others still in spirit, I was even lethargic.
Agla :
Ta, have you posted ig?
Agla's here, check it out.
It is likely that it works because friends on nanyain really hope it works, do not forget to read the comments.
Jeez, forgot if there was an appointment to post photos on instagram, where not to make anymore. I tried to open Agla's Instagram first, which is great. I read the comments according to the message.
It's crazy!! But Agla can believe it. Fortunately it is not tagged, if it can be embarrassed. Especially if his High School students believe. Wait-wait, Senior High School.
Oh no!!
Me :
Agla, delete it not so install post soan.
Not long ago Agla immediately replied to my message.
Agla :
Loh why? It's good, my friends believe it too.
How the hell is this kid. He is very good to like post soan relaxing if caught dating by his friend. If the girlfriend pretends it's not me it doesn't matter.
Me : Do not want to be yes if it is found out with the SMA
Agla: Oh, wrong?
Me : Yes, just don't get canceled. If it has not been removed, it will leak the same crazy woman.
Bodo very he wants to protest what, anyway I do not want if until my friends know I have a special relationship with Agla.
No! just no.
I re-opened the instagram page, still loading it turns out. Ugly is also a signal at this course site. Just be careful if he hasn't deleted the post, I'll call the girl. I squeezed out that already clenched hand.
“Bu, this Gem main phone.” The Scout's shout involuntarily made me punch his hand violently.
“Awww, pain know.” Pandu rubbed the hand that had been hit by my fist.
“Sick tau.” This time, Pandu did not lie.
“Iya sorry not accidentally, besides why scream so anyway.”
“Udah is wrong even in fact again, I will not forgive.”
“Sorry really, this is not on purpose.”
“There are terms?”
“Terms?”
“Should tell first what the important business is.”
“Then apologize it's off, not so.” Ketus. Leaving the dumbass Pandu, better get ready to go home soon instead.
Surprisingly when I came home I was still thinking about Pandu who was still angry. What's wrong with me? Feelings, like to think about other people's feelings than myself. Ouch, beware of the Jewels! I patted my cheek slowly.
***
“Ta, have you been looking about cpns opening?”
Ting, the twang of the spoon made Mama glare her eyes at me. Highlight does not like my behavior that looks obvious. When can I make my own life choices?
“Ma, I don't want to follow the list.” My words are still trying to be patient for the behavior of Mama who always regulates me.
My mother is getting closer to me. “What's wrong with trying. Who knows can enter.”
Mama could at most make me unable to answer her words. Let the brain think, I cried at the shell on that head. “If you're in, if you're not?” Trying to reverse the words of Mama who didn't seem to work.
“Ya try dong time first go straight in.” Forced continue not to be saggy, know very well that this child is not hearty and can not say no.
“I don't want.” Reject me.
Mama looked at me angrily, her emotional gaze sometimes made me want to cry right now. Not out of fear, but because I was thinking until when to keep getting entangled like this. “What do you want?!”
Before the tears were completely shed I immediately moved on from there. “What must not be PNS.”
“You?!” It was Mama I didn't care about at all.
I'm not a doll or a robot that's just set to be like this or that. I am a human being, who wants freedom after all this time is supported in many rules. Have to learn, do not go home until night, do not play a lot, do not join eskul, please I am not a child anymore.
My ruined mood tamba ancur. With ogah-ogahan I went out to the bathroom.
Passing Mama who is still sitting in the living room, a room that does not display warmth at all.
***
I was a little amused when I got on the train. Seeing the people passing through my temple sitting down. Life is funny, it's funny. I have always been jealous of those who are free to make choices, they also envy me who can go to college.
So what does happiness really mean?
It seems like the universe is on my side. Sitting alone is not a problem, it is sometimes a lot of problems. Wrestling with my silly thoughts, staring at the window while listening to music. Or just scrool Fb, it turns out my routine on the train and it makes me happy and calm.
Me :
Hi Figures haven't said hello to you in a long time?
I also don't know why I'd be so anxious to contact the psychology boy's number. It's just I need a sharing friend now. A fella? I'm too closed to personal matters. The numbers never met, so it's safe if I tell him.
The agla? The boy must be busy with his organization and friends. College buddies? I just don't know exactly what their nature is, even though Sudha knows almost two years. There was no one who could exchange ideas.
Ting
I hurriedly checked my phone and read a message. Stupidly I didn't see who sent the message. My shoulder slumped, apparently not the message I expected. Just a foreign number that I was lazy to reply to.
089896****
Hoi.
“So now I have to confide in who?” I said to the window that would definitely not respond to my words.
Well remembering the words of Mama this morning made my mood drop drastically. What should I try. I feel a little better, now I don't know. Confused there is no activity I wear headseat and turn on the music. Just a few minutes of listening has stopped, a call?
I didn't answer him, a foreign number I didn't know who called me three times, all three I didn't pick up.
Repots are raised know it not.
What if it's a scam like it used to be, I shudder.
Being annoyed by the incoming messages that disturbed my calm listening to music, I finally opened the message. Still from a foreign number I don't know who it is.
089896****
Lift dong.
Me :
Who is yes
After replying so, there was a call coming in again. This time I immediately rejected it, it's on the train and I don't like calling in public places. Besides, it's so important what the stranger is going to talk about that he has to call me.
089896****
Why not keep it up
I frowned, who this person suddenly scolded me.
Me :
It is important to lift
089896****
Important dong
Dasa's a freak, how could he have my number. I was wondering if not just bales. I don't know him either. So, what to do in bales is a waste of quota and energy.
089896****
Not in bales anymore?
Not in bales anymore? Who is he, too lazy to research his message. It is better to ignore this kind of person.
089896****
How busy it is to not be able to reply to other people's messages
Me :
Sorry who is this? We know
I have not had time to proceed to ask him not to contact or send messages again, he sudha keburu reply.
089896****
If it is close to the pinch, dear far away and do not know where your house.
So, don't save my number.
Whose number is it? Who wants to save foreign numbers.
089896****
This is Pandu, P A N D U
Huh huh? So this is Pandu's number, I scrool his chat up. This is indeed Pandu. That's how scared I didn't realize that this was a Pandu number.
089896****
Don't forget to save, you still owe me an apology.
She who? Kok.
Me :
Sorry for that, sorry for not recognizing your number and not keeping it, sorry for not answering your messages or calls because I was busy.
089896****
No matter how busy you are, I just want to communicate. Greeting you because maybe next week don't meet, you moved the sip again right?
I didn't answer it, I just don't know why I'm thinking about it now. If not to meet, why ? would he say miss like that. Romantic boy!
The argg! My brain and heart are not in line now, lest I baper with him.
You who? Only a stranger is now in my brain.
