INTROVERT LOVE'S
Episode 3
Letter Cans
The flag ceremony had just begun, just a few meters in front of me Ara stood lined up with the other ceremonial officers, holding a map. Every now and then I steal a glance at her graceful look, instantly throw a glance in the other direction when our eyes collide, what are the forces of two boys who are falling for each other, we violate the ceremonial order, not serious and solemn. The confusing situation between wanting to quickly end or not why the ceremony throughout the day.
My face was hot, repeatedly holding back a smile like a depressed teenager. I noticed Ara too, her face red like a saga, as long as she looked down with a smile, each time the hole in her cheek grew more and more
in my prayer it became more and more so that the day's ceremony lasted longer.
There is no better place than the library to spend time during the break, usually within fifteen minutes I have traveled around the world, circling several cities in Russia, playing snowball
in Moscow, meet some animal species in the amazon forest even get acquainted with officials, and even, state criminals are actually free to roam without legal entanglement via delusion facilitated by many books or newspapers that update in the school library. Reading is a window to the world, right?
But that morning it felt like I was in another realm, the body became stiff, the heart rate increased, but did not do much movement but I was sweating, the library suddenly felt cramped because Ara was standing in front of the library door. His gaze swept through the room, it seemed like something was looking for, I hope it was me. His gaze stopped as our eyes clashed against each other, he pecked for a few seconds before
flinched and ran small towards the bookcase.
Damnit damnit! Does being stared at by an angel feel like that? This body was shaking violently, my chest was soaring, a feeling that was hard to explain, wasn't it a great opportunity
right?
I approached him with made-up courage.
“Ca a rii what book?” Wonder, I'm stuttering! Worse than Azis!
“Encyclopedia, would you like to borrow a book as well?”
“Engga, I'm just reading, I'm always here when I rest.”
“Eh, yes. So you haven't read it, have you? “
“Ha? Read what, Ra?” manya curious.
“Ra? You know my name? I do walk my facebook often, right? Just like yesterday!”
“Eh, the ..” My face is red.
“Let's read well, if it can be replied, I'm first.” Ara hurriedly left.
“Eh, wait for Ra ... what was it?”
“Find out yourself Hanan As-sidqi.”
He turned around and smiled, a triumphant smile I guess because it made me curious. How could he know? Ara said my name in full, with her that day I really wanted to settle down.
***
Bell came home and just rang, an envelope falling from the sidelines of the book I was going to put in the bag, my mind was immediately fixed on Ara's question at the library. I stared at the envelope, I laughed over and over again, it smelled fragrant, I think Ara had sprayed it with perfume. It felt like the classroom was filled with various flowers as well as my chest, was that a love letter?
In a hurry I left the classroom hoping to get back to see him, until not far from the school gate I was disappointed, Ara just got on the bike, I waved, I said, he returned the wave until his father glanced fiercely back.
I paddled the bike faster, the Beatles' Love mo do lyrics paced my head, I wanted to get there faster, asking my mom to read the letter.
“ Assalammualaaikuuuuuuumm.”
“Waalaikumsalaaam. .. wih the spirit is right champion Mama, how is the school? What's up?” Mama caught an unusual lant from me. I'm scattering my mother's arms, I can't hide my happiness
“But Mama's promise not to get angry, huh? Don't tell anyone, it's a big secret,” I whispered. Embarrassed.
“Have Mama ever been angry?”
“He he he, engga.”
I grabbed the letter from the bag carefully and thrust it into my mother.
“Who gives you? Miss teacher, yes?”
“Not, Mom. Female temen, game open Maaa ..”.I can't wait, my heartbeat's getting tighter.
“You're dating, huh?” Ask mama to investigate.
“Engga, Mom. Hanan also has not read what it contains.”
The smell of perfume gets more concentrated when you take out a letter from the envelope.
“Who? Saucy? What class?”
I nodded, “Eight Class B, Ma.” Suddenly my face flushed.
“Know to mama dooong.” Mom seduces.
“Mamaaaaaaaa ..”
“What the hell, oh that, have you dared to date now?”
“Mama don't believe, Hanan, yes?” just pissed.
“Stttt, briefly!” Mama solemnly read the letter, suddenly her face reddened, her lips pursed like a laugh.
“Nih, read it yourself, don't be surprised.”
Pictures of hearts dyed with pink crayon in some parts of the letter paper made me impatient to read the beautifully written sentence after sentence, not to mention the smell of fragrance that was so alluring.
I snorted bitterly when I finished reading the letter in its entirety, unlike what I thought, the contents even pissed me off..
Assalammualaikum says.
Your Mama's cake shop was taken from your name, huh?
Can I learn to make cookies with your mom?
Mama I want to too, your mama's cake is delicious.
Reply please
Thank ye.
Ara.
“It's done?” Mama held back the laughter.
“Yah.”
“Which has the name Ara in your school how many?”
“The link is only one, the wood is only one.”
“Yes if so invite him home sometime, yaaa.”
“Bby?”many enthusiast.
“He's a Mama subscription, if the week must be here to buy a cake with his parents, so Sunday down, take care of the store do not in the room continue.”
“Serious,Ma?”
“You like him?”
“I'm meggeleng.” Lied.
Mama ruffled my hair, “Mama's son can't bo-?”
“Bohoooong.” I cut, Mama smiled and hugged me.
What great vibrations that arise every time someone imagines them?
Is that the love that adults used to say?
Sins Two
I'm just like any other Curup town teenager, like
play the playstation, play football or basketball on weekends, collect Yugi-oh cards or modify Tamiya every day of the season. I'm also like most teenagers who fall prone
heart at that age. The taste of music is the only difference between me and them, Mmm, honestly I am not a connoisseur of a certain type of music, I only like the lyrics, like the lyrics of a nirvana song that some represent life, but Grunge's type of music has brought me into a group of young people who have their own views on life.
Over the weekend, I contacted Sai through the phone number listed on the business card he used to give, as promised we would meet in the city square. I wore the same shirt when I last met
with him, a black T-shirt bearing Nirvana on the back.
The sky was shady, the vehicles were passing around the field more and more, I had told Mama that afternoon would be home late because Sai planned to gather all the members of the community all. Before long waiting in the stands, a bunch of goons approached, I was daunted, some of them were piercing, some were tattooed, they looked shabby, I became calm as someone from behind caught up with a vespa motorbike.
“Oi, friends!” Sai waved his hand, greeting from afar.
One by one I thought the thugs were greeting me while introducing themselves, feeling very familiar, all wearing dark colored shirts and torn pants in the snore, really Kurt Cobain wannabe!
Sai said it was not as he wanted, there were still many who had not come, that afternoon we controlled the stands
field, I don't know why I feel happy to be a part of them.
As an illustration, fans of the band Nirvana dubbed the child grunge not much different appearance with the Punk child who is generally better known in the homeland is identical to the hair durinya, which, the difference is the musical and the idol.
“Other time we clock, you can play guitar?”
“New learn, Bang. We also have Band?” my many.
“Yes, our schedule is Thursday and Sunday afternoon, you have to come!”
“I'll work on it,” my toilet even though I realize there's not much time you give outside the house.
Some of the children listening to our conversation nodded, trying to convince me.
Ciiiiiiiiitttt!
Right in front of us some of the Ninja bikes suddenly stopped, not sure who they were, all of them still wearing fullface helmets, one of them pulled a big beam towards Sai.
“Still dare to appear you,ya!”
“You what else are you, ha?” Sai is undaunted, defiantly turning.
“Hala, bacot!” suddenly the man floated the beam firmly, fortunately Sai swiftly managed to dodge.
Unable to accept Sai being attacked, friends immediately counterattack, a fight ensued. I flickered, stood still, wanting to run but it was impossible, weren't they my friends?
Buk, buk, buk!
Sai fended off blow after blow with his bare hands, we lost heavily, they were ready to use weapons, the men who had attacked Sai were in a favorable position, it locks and ****sai thingga is not warty. I looked around, the other friends were overwhelmed as well. I trembled, my eyes fixed on the block lying beside Sai who was half conscious, his nose covered with blood. I panicked, the fear had turned reckless.
Braaaak!
With full force, I smashed the beam into the head of the man who had Sai battered, the full face helmet he was still wearing broke, I saw blood running down his neck. The man grimaced.
Just about to throw a second blow came the sound of police car sirens, immediately all who were in the field scattered, because of panic my strength rose to many times, with a swift Sai, I held up, he left the field as quickly as possible.
“You're okay, Bang?” My lips vibrate.
“We give up only, the punishment will be more severe if we run away and get caught.”
“Who were they? Why attack us?” I'm curious.
“Later I'll tell you but we have to stop.”
Dooor!
The sound of warning shots from the police, I was getting riled up and speeding up, fortunately Sai's thin body so not so difficult.
“I want to go down,” pinta Sai.
“A little more, Bang. We find a safe place first.” I ran towards the narrow alley, found a hiding place.
“Thank you earlier, if not you please maybe I'm dead today.” Sai.
“Already, the important thing is that we are safe, we must hide,” I said with a thumping heart. We were hiding in an old building.
“Your punch is quite hard, yes.” Sai snickegesan while rubbing his nose that was still bleeding.
“Who were they?” I repeated the question.
“ Davi with her friends, she teased my boyfriend, trying to snatch him.”
“Free because of women?!” I can't believe it.
“How do you know, my woman is very charming, all men must be challenged to have it.” He chuckles.
Braaaak!
A kick went into Sai's back, I was blocked, cornered on the wall, terrified.
“Still want to run? Let's run. You too!” A buser rebuked me, on his waist hung a gun.
“Come, Son. How fast are you running?” He challenged me, Buser was looking at me sharply, grabbing a touch of a gun. Sai just curled up, folded his hands over his head, giving me instructions to do the same.
“ Our sorry, Om.” My lips are thick, my eyes are watering. Sai stood thrusting his hands at the buser, two other men in police uniforms came to snatch, clutching my hands, I resigned not to fight.
***
After receiving the coaching as well as making the agreement we were all not detained, some of the contacted parents had already come in turns to pick up, I did not see Davi among the captured children, he said, I think he managed to escape. From the middle room I saw Sai being yelled at, also being repeatedly slapped
by the buser who caught us, I couldn't do anything to help him, just hoping his parents would come quickly to pick him up.
“Hanan ...” Mama looks panicked, running to me.
“Maafin Hanan, Ma ..” My tears
ruptures.
“You ain't nothing, are you? Why giniii?”
“They're my new friends, Ma.”
“Why never tell?”
“Fear at angry.” I whined
like a child.
“Have Mama ever been angry?”
I shook my head, hugging.
“Goodnight, aunt.” Sai approached, his eyes bruised, his lips broken.
“Iya, good night.” mama wiped tears.
“I Sai, aunt. Sorry for getting Hanan involved.”
“I never knew Hanan had friends outside, which person?”
“Perumhan das aunty,” reply sai flat.
“You like to fight, huh?” search mama.
“Engga, we were attacked first so bales.”
“If you fight next time don't bring my child, don't make friends
guys!”
Sai bowed.
“Tok you to Hanan's house, I want an explanation of this all, people
which old man?”
“There's aunty.” Sai's voice shrunk
“Engga fetch?” ask Mama again.
“Let me go home alone Aunt.”
“What is the same police?”
“He em,” Sai nodded doubtfully.
“Yes, don't let this happen again, fighting is not good, it hurts! I hope this is the first and last time, you understand?” We simultaneously nodded.
“Who was your name? Sai?”
“Iya, Aunt.”
“Don't forget, tomorrow tell me everything to me.”
“Any commander.” Sai saluted the mama in military style, mama smiled a little at him.
The drizzle soaked the earth as if to erase the trace of sin that we had committed that afternoon, thank goodness all things were settled well.
“Mama really isn't angry, is it?”
“Mama will be angry if this incident happens again.”
“You seneng have a new temen?”
“That's Hanan, Ma. Can you still meet them?”
“Mama just don't want you to be in danger, only you have, do not pity Mama?” suddenly my mom stopped driving, pulled over the car.
“Maafin Hanan, Ma, also did not know would fight rich that.”
“Then he's with the others playing at home, everyone deserves a chance.”
“Ha?” I can't believe it.
“Why? Don't you want?”
“But mama look, right? What are their clothes like?” I'm convinced, glad it's not the bitch mama gave space.
“Everybody can change for the better, baby. Mama's part is sure it's just their appearance ..”.
“Hopefully, Ma. I love Mama.” Mama dyed my wet hair, the warmth of love brushed off the cold I was holding back from earlier.
The rain is getting heavy every drop on the body of the car incarnate an orchestra, the sound of rain like rhythmic, tired I was gone, being next to Mama is the most comfortable place in the world
From that night until this moment I still often guessed, my Mama's heart
made of what?
