Is My Love Wrong?
Section 4
"Meeting new people? Could it be possible to heal my painful wounds as they are slashed with pain?"
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The crying heart is beginning to be forgotten. Now there is only one girl who is learning to rise from her pain a few weeks ago. Lucky after the graduation pension of 12th grade students, all students have entered the holiday period. Only picket teachers and administrative room guards are still leaving to fill their absences as PNS.
Aisha sits face to face with her laptop screen in a cafe that has been a subscription for several months. He was writing the tragic story of his love the first time he fell in love. He poured his feelings on a blog that had been in his running a year ago.
If beauty you make the guidelines, then,
What if my looks are no longer charming?
If that treasure you made a choice, then,
What if my treasure is faith?
If it's my body you've made a dream of,
Then what if my body is already weak can not survive?
If the beauty you've always looked at,
Then how did you get me into the deck?
The kakanda..... Thank you for loving me for no reason and sorry for trying to betray my feelings.
Yes, that is what Aisha wrote on her blog. He thanked the figure of Rian who wanted to love him for no reason. He also apologized deeply for not being able to return the teacher's expression of love even though his heart said otherwise.
Unknowingly a trickle of clear crystals came out from Aisha's beautiful eyes. He still regrets his rejection of Rian's love statement a few days ago. But he also realized that what he did was the best thing for now.
Aisha preoccupies herself with reading the comments of her loyal readers. He is happy with the enthusiasm of his fans towards the writings he has made so far.
Those who give positive comments can make Aisha smile and feel happy. While the negative comments will only make Aisha as an encouragement to become a better writer.
Meanwhile, at the corner table in the room, a man clenched his hand very strongly to see Aisha shed tears for one thing he did not know.
“Whoever dares to make you shed tears, then he will face me, Qia!” said the man to himself.
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I looked at the clock and realized something. I think I have been in this cafe for too long, and now I have entered the 3rd hour I sat down with a cup of my favorite green latte which is only half. The idea of continuing the novel I was working on evaporated somewhere. I lost the inspiration to imagine and put it in writing.
Until soon I saw a family who had just entered this cafe with the father holding his little daughter, and the mother holding their son's hand.
Seeing that made me think back to my childhood friend. I also often invited them to walk in almost the same position. The friend I called the older sister always felt jealous when I was in her father's arms, while she was 3 years older than me in her hands by the Mother.
Now, it's been more than 10 years that I haven't met him because of those who moved to take care of their company. My family and I don't know where they live right now.
I just woke up from my daydream after a young man sat right in front of me with a steaming cup of coffee. I frowned confusedly, then the young man stretched out his hand to me while saying his name.
“Hai. I'm Eagle.” The words I don't speak. I'm not used to meeting new people all of a sudden like this.
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“Hey! Why don't you take my hand?” Demand the man still with his hand outstretched in front of Aisha.
“Because I don't know you.”
“Huh! That's why I invited you to meet, right?”
“But I don't want.” Aisha said briefly and again pretended to be busy with her laptop even though she just shifted the cursor of her laptop.
“Oh come! I'm not evil! I just moved to Jogja. I happened to see a cafe that caught my attention. Then I went in and met you. Is it wrong that I want to be friends with you?” Obviously the man who claimed to be named Eagle was at length.
Aisha shook her head in response.
There's nothing wrong with this. But because he who does not like to be invited to be acquainted with a man in front of him plus he who is in a very bad mood makes it look like a girl who is very introvert. Although in reality Aisha is a friend who is very chatty if she is with people who make her comfortable.
“Then? Why not want?”
“Attracting.” His words are as slow as possible. But unfortunately it is still heard by Aisha's super sensitive ears.
“Sorry?”
“Ah no! I mean this cafe is very interesting. But why did you come alone?”
“Because I want to be alone.” he replied indifferently. Make the Eagle long-suffering also with the answer of the girl in front of him who did not connect at all.
“I beg! I just want to be friends. Can't it?” Eagle Pinta with a face made as clear as possible. Even if he could see his own face, he was sure to feel extremely disgusted over him.
Actually Aisha was very upset with this man in front of her. He often gets acquainted with new friends he meets while participating in math competitions and other competitions, as well as his performance when filling events at various events. Yet he had never met such a strange and human-like creature in front of him.
“Huh?! So annoying! All righty! We're friends! Satisfied!?” Aisha said in the end. The eagle that heard it felt a great pleasure. Unconsciously he screamed with excitement.
“Then may I know your name? I already said my name earlier.”
“I didn't ask.”
“Hey! We are friends, right? Why to know namamnu only I can't?” the Eagle protest with a slightly raised voice. Makes Aisha open her eyes fiercely. He does not want to be the center of attention of visitors to this cafe. And just for Ninety’s Caffe is not too crowded today.
“Please sound! You can get us both expelled from this place!”
“Alright! All righty! So, what's your name pretty girl but jutek?” getting such a nickname made Aisha again give a sharp look at this man in front of her.
“I'm sorry! You alone made me judge you like that!”
Aisha just rolled her eyes lazily looking away from the young man who she was certain was a few years above.
“Aisha.” Briefly talk.
“Hah? Whahuh? Who's Aisha?”
“You're pretending to be stupid or really stupid? You asked me what my name was, and I just answered it. I'm Aqueesha Zahwa Qiandrany. Call Aisha only.” He replied without changing his expression and still ignored the Eagle's hand that was still outstretched in front of him.
“WOW!! That was the longest sentence you said to me today. I am glad to hear that, Beauty!”
Aisha did not care about the words of the Eagle. But he could still hear clearly what the Eagle was saying.
The eagle tells about his new life in this student city. While Aisha only listens and occasionally responds if asked.
“I moved from Bandung, a student of International Relations, but I did not feel comfortable because after graduation I would be assigned to work abroad. I don't want to. There are still many dreams that I want to pursue in this land of heaven. That's why I moved to Jogja and applied to medical school. And thank God I am grateful. If you?”
“New rise class 3 SMA this year kak.”
“Call Eagle only, my age is not too far above you.” Kekeh Eagle.
“Eum.. okay, Eagle.”
“Well like that is better.”
“Sorry, El. I gotta go home. It's been very afternoon.”
“I inter?”
“Lain times only. I brought motor.”
“Oh okay. Be careful if it is.”
“Iya, thanks.”
“Ai... Can I have your mobile number? We're friends, right?” pinta Eagle.
“Iya, can.” Aisha also mentioned the phone number that had been in her phone out of her head. And without wasting a chance Eagle also type the number that is dictated Aisha on his phone. “But hape I'm dead, El. Lowbat.”
“No problem. I've already chatted you on whatsApp. Until home open ya?”
“Iya. I'll give you a damn.”
Aisha tidied up her things and left the Eagle with her smile. The eagle only realized that Aisha had left where they were sitting earlier after the doorbell opened.
Yeah, that's the uniqueness in this cafe. They put a bell over the lamp as a sign if someone has entered or exited the cafe.
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To Be Continued
