I Want to Go Home

5. Well sent by God like an angel to Bim

Time goes by quickly, so it does not feel I have sat in Second Class High School, many of my friends who already have a boyfriend, Robi too. She made it, her boyfriend Septi's name, pretty pretty and smart too.

He moved from Surabaya, his father moved to our village. He said he had moved to the city five times. I asked, is he not drunk moving around? He said hgga, because he moved using an airplane.

If I'm still alone, there's nothing interesting in my opinion. Many say I'm too serious, stiff, but it makes women curious.

The girlfriends in my class like to bother me, I know they're just kidding, so I don't take things too seriously, and sometimes I feel ticklish because they're fighting over me.

For example, Rani, she actually liked one of our class mates, Hamid. But it seems Hamid doesn't like Rani.

Indeed, Rani is not a white woman and not too beautiful, but her aura brings joy to anyone around her.

"Yahahaan..." Follow him with a loud voice.

"Yes" I answered.

"Would you eat Johan?" Rani asked.

"Eh, later I'm the same Johan wants to eat together, so he hasn't eaten." As for my other girl friend, Fira.

That's how it went, they fought as if fighting over me. Funny too, as entertainment after lessons that makes our brains want to explode.

Chemistry, I really don't like it. It looks easy, but it's also hard.

"I'm the same Johan that was last night, so you guys stop flirting" said another friend of mine, Vanda.

As an illustration, vanda is often so with all our male friends. Same purpose with my other friends, joking to melt the atmosphere.

His body is not too high, ceplos, basically funny, because his small body makes him look like a child, about like a Junior High.

" Don't you, Johan?" Ask Vanda.

"Hahaha," I just laughed at their behavior.

"Udahlah Vanda, Johan wants to be with Ani." Rani again.

Such a joke will indeed make longing at some time, as people say, the time of High School is the most beautiful time to be remembered.

Oh yeah, remember what Robi said? He only wants to ride me on his motorcycle if he's single, that's not true.

I still come home with Robi every day, because Septi, Robi's boyfriend is always picked up by his personal driver.

His father is possessive, reportedly Septi is also not allowed to date, so his relationship with Robi was secretly.

"My bike," said Robi as we returned home together.

"There's me" I said.

"I want to go with Septi, too" he lamented.

"It's not time yet" I said again.

"The lake is the same you keep!" Robi Sahut.

"Your fool I may, Hahaha" Gurauku.

"Ih, don't. You like women a lot, why not choose?" Ask.

"I don't know, I don't want to." My answer.

"I'm sure" he said disconnected.

"I'm faggot?" As long as.

"I'm sure someone really likes you" she said.

"Me too" I said.

It's funny to remember this, Robi is still funny now isn't it? It still seems, I'm sure.

My age increased, so did my grandmother. Old and sick, my grandmother had diabetes.

His body became thin and dry, only lying on the old mattress belonging to grandma and grandpa.

Until in the end, my grandmother was no longer able to withstand the disease.

The disease won, and my grandmother lost against it. Yes, my grandmother died when I was in the second grade of High School. Many friends and teachers came to visit home.

Ohya, Miss Ningsih too. He came with his new husband, he remarried two years after Mr. Shahril died.

Her husband is a Legal Consultant, I am not surprised, because Ms. Ningsih has a youthful and beautiful face. Surely the guy who sees it will like it.

Ms. Ningsih had told me to stay with her, but where is possible. Anyway, I'm sure it's just a pleasantries. However, I still thanked him at that time.

I'm sad, they are too. I became really alone, even though I wasn't alone, there were still Robi and her mama who already thought of me as their family.

Almost every day Mama Robi deliver food for me, sometimes through Robi.

"I'm sincere" I said.

"Grandmother must have calmed down, no more pain." Said.

"Yes, amiin."

Life goes on, whatever the obstacles. The concept of life is so, some come, some go. Although actually, humans are very hopeful, anyone who comes never think to leave.

I must be strong, continue my education, and take care of all the abandoned fields. Must not be wasteful, and must be good at managing their own finances.

Kringg...

My cell phone rang,

"Prophey, Johan!" I saw the sender of the message, oh apparently Vanda. Tumben he sent me a message.

"yes, thank you." I reply.

"Don't Geer I chat, I'll ask you tomorrow for help. You're the class president, I'll get permission tomorrow." The reply.

"Izin's? What reason?" Ask away.

"Cieee attention.. I'm going to the hospital tomorrow, I'm sick." Reply again.

"Oh, okay." Answer briefly.

I did so, replying to a makeshift message even though it has been explained at length.

Instead of being arrogant, I would rather just talk to the point. Except Robi, but I'm not gay.

"Don't miss," Vanda replied again.

"Hahaha, lnga." I replied, and he no longer replied to my message.

Don't think badly of him, he likes to joke. Especially with his friend, Wulan.

The two of them often reprimanded the teacher who was teaching in our class, chatting continuously, unable to stop. But he's a smart kid, English grades are always above 90.

He is also not Minang, originally Jambi. Just his parents migrated to West Sumatra, okay?

The next day at school, I relayed what Vanda told the teacher.

Incidentally it was our homeroom teacher, Ms. Anisa, Chemistry teacher. Mom was funny, not grumpy, motherly, too. Don't know now.

Miss Anisa assented, a sign of trust. Vanda was never absent. So it's only natural that he's licensed to be sick.

My hair is shaking, because my tone is off.

It's Vanda, though,

"Have you?" Ask Vanda.

"What's it?" My answer.

"Eat already? Yes no! Have you given me permission?" Ask.

"Oh, hahaha. It's." Already." My answer.

"Thank you, yes" he replied. I didn't reply again until I got home from school.

My hair shakes again, vanda again.

"So learn what?" Ask.

"Have you forgotten your schedule for a day?" I said.

"No! What's the material?" The answer, seems annoyed.

"Where do you want to ask? Chemical or what?" Asked again.

"Everything" he said.

"Later to photograph my notes" I replied and he didn't reply again.

Someone patted me on the shoulder, Robi apparently.

"Udah can chatan," he said teasing me.

"No, he's a lesson. Didn't go in." I answered, then turned around and took Robi home.

"Hmm, it starts with the little things. Later to have a crush"

I just ignored it, because I replied to a friend who asked for a lesson. My mind is not as weird as Robi said.