Lara's Admirers

Episode 16's

  Warm sun greet this morning. Eliminating the increasingly piercing cold so that now only leaves dewdrops. My first morning with him at the camp. A night full of stories that I will always remember. A classic story for the future.

　

　

  Some of us are awake. Some of the others are still asleep. Especially the men. Because all night they are willing not to sleep. They were assigned to be security sections. They must not have expected the day to be this bright. One by one, we started to be complete. All members gathered in the main square while enjoying a cup of warm tea provided by the consumption section.

　

　

  From that moment on, I kept trying to sneak a glance at the man. It looks funny when you wake up. His life has not been perfectly gathered. It was the same when he was in the hospital at the time. His face was so innocent that it seemed funny to me. Far from the cold and mysterious look I've seen.

　

　

"Sir, try to gather here for a moment. Brother will read hate letters and love letters to seniors." Said one of the alumni of the 3rd class.

　

　

  We moved on from our previous position. Closer to Kak Alya, which I mean as the alumni of the 3rd generation. Last year at the same time, my letter was read in this field. A word that I cannot speak. The expression of my admiration for God's creature on this one.

　

　

  The sheets of folded letter paper have now begun to be a little. Because, when it is read, it will be given to the person to whom it is addressed. So far no letter has been addressed to Sendy. Even until the pile of paper has run out, there is no letter at all for Brother Sendy. That means, I was the only junior to ever give her a love letter. Whether he still remembers this thing that happened a year ago or not, I don't care.

　

　

  God, can I stop looking at this guy. I know it's more than beautiful in my eyes. But I'd go crazy for a long time if I kept looking at this guy nonstop. As if trapped in another beautiful dimension like nirvana.

　

　

  After the letter reading session, we again formed a large circle like yesterday's bonfire. But this time I'm not next to that guy. Thankfully, at least my heart could be a little slower tempo than when it was nearby. Although my eyes try not to pay attention to the figure in front of me, but the tail of my eyes is always directed towards him. Damnit damnit! Why is he constantly looking at me. Who did he see? Me? I don't know maybe somebody else.

　

　

  A story I will always remember. These are my last two moments with him before December is over. He is currently in class XII. Which means he'll be leaving this place soon. After this farm, there will be an inter-school sports week event held in the city of Binjai. So after that sports week, I can make sure he won't join the marching band practice as usual. And I can confirm if it's our last performance.

　

　

***

　

　

  I walked without energy while carrying my backpack that was full. Actually, our campground was held in the school environment. The persami event is over, this place has also begun to desolate. Added today is Sunday. There's nobody here except the school guard who might still be asleep. I sat on a picket bench located near the security guard post. Although there's actually nobody there but me. Wait a minute, has the man returned to his house? I might've.

　

　

"Hey!" Someone coming towards me.

　

　

  I looked around trying to figure out who he was. This time my guess was wrong. The man has not yet returned. He is still wandering alone in this school. He's coming towards me. Then put his backpack on the table while sighing.

　

　

"Cong yet to come home?" My toot.

　

　

"Yes, aren't you home yet?"

　

　

"Males back home."

　

　

"Why?"

　

　

"long story. My house is a different atmosphere."

　

　

"Why? Here's the same cave story."

　

　

  I hesitated to tell Renata about Brother Sendy. I'm not sure he'll accept this fact, just like I do.

　

　

"Remiss." I started the discussion.

　

　

"Why is he doing it again?"

　

　

"No."

　

　

"Continue?"

　

　

"It turns out he's my brother. And mommy and dad were both separated when we were eight months old. Renata's custody mom took. But because mama wants to marry again, mama gave up Renata's custody completely to papa. But my mother never met me. Or even visit our home. She is my biological mother. Even my current mother who loves me more than my own mother. But yes, I am tired too. Follow the charade of fate."

　

　

"Seriously? Renata lo's brother?"

　

　

"Yes." Yeah."

　

　

　

　

"Sister, I want to say something."

　

　

"Flame." He was then grounded from his cloudy daydreams.

　

　

"After I tell you all this, you can hate me."

　

　

"What the hell?"

　

　

"It." I said while offering a book.

　

　

  The book is not too thick with the basic color nude and reads the name of the man. Sendy, with a sentence under it "About a taste that never conveys."

　

　

  He still looks confused. I don't understand what I just meant.

　

　

"I wrote a novel about my sister. Long before we got this close. About the taste I never had time to convey. Actually, I've been wanting to know about this for a long time. Maybe the time is not right."

　

　

  I've resigned to the circumstances. If after this he changes his mind and hates me, maybe this is the consequence I have to accept.

　

　

"So all this time what they've been saying is true?" Ask Brother Sendy with a face that is no longer legible by me.

　

　

"Say what?"

　

　

"Lo know that time seniors who hate the same lo, because you like the same cave?"

　

　

"Yes, why are they?."

　

　

"They said you wrote another book for the cave. And the cave thinks they're just kidding. Where could you art this."

　

　

"But it's real."

　

　

"Why aren't you honest from the start?"

　

　

"I want to be honest, but my biggest fear always wins. I'm afraid that if there's going to be some distance between us, I'm afraid that you're going to hate me. But now I'm resigned. I can't possibly cover this up with my sister. While the main character's brother in this story."

　

　

"It's so bad, sha!" He struck with a voice full of emotion.

　

　

"Lo wrote this story and raised the cave as the main character in this story without the knowledge of the cave. Is that not presumptuous? On the other hand, you're kind of curious about cave life." Clearly with an unstoppable emotion.

　

　

"I'm sorry. That's why I'm clear on this now." I tried to hold back my tears with teary eyes.

　

　

"At least I want to read this novel. I beg you." My words that have now started to sob.

　

　

  Without a word, he left with a still burning rage. He went with his backpack and the novel. I hope he will read it later if his emotions have subsided.

　

　

  Turns out it's worse than I imagined. It felt good after I fought my biggest fear. Either the next day he's still mad at me or he's not.