LIFEWEAR

TOUGH NEW SHEET

What a beautiful morning.

I breathed the morning air deep. The morning view from my window was always amazing. I saw the sun still smiling shyly from the eastern horizon.

Every morning I remind myself that one day I will be something. One day there will be a ray of happiness. Someday........

Drrrrtt!!! The sound of my cell phone rippled my morning daydream. Uhh!! Him again. I ignored that call. My heart is in pain. And managed to ruin my mood on this sunny weekend.

I decided to take a shower. At least the cold water can slightly treat the pain in my heart. I hope that call ends.

Turns out I was wrong. I should have known the call wouldn't end until I answered it.

Dozens of calls and messages came. And it's very disturbing.

"What else is it!?" With a loud voice I finally answered.

"Can we meet? I want to talk to Ris."

"Speak! From the phone alone" I'm careless serving him.

"I beg you ris. I promise this is the last."

"I'm busy. I don't have time!"

"Risa. I beg you." The sound was so clear.

I was silent for a long time. I took a deep breath. And finally said yes. I happen to be on a day off from work and college.

"Thank you, yeah." The voice from across ended our conversation.

My mood is fucked. I'm mad! I'm pissed! I hate! I'm sick! I'm ruined!

My memory goes back to that time. The time when I was so broken. The time when I was so bad.

Adiswara. The man who for the first time won my heart. The man who managed to convince me that not all men are evil.

I am very famous for the image of cute and jutek girls when it comes to men who have the intention to be closer.

But the banner managed to change all that. Two and a half years ago. At that time my best friend Ica said "Ris. I know my boyfriend as well. He just came home from overseas."

"No ah." My stomach

"I told you the same Chandra. He said he was on the way here."

I put on an upset face. Ica is always willing. I hit the protest foot and prepared to leave.

"Riss. This is my dream. I want a double date with my best friend.hehe."

Ica flanked my arm and put on a hardened face.

"Foolah. I'm giving up." Say origin.

It's still clear in my memory when we first met.

He came on a regular duck motorcycle. Clothes casual. He was wearing a blue shirt and jeans. Very homely. That was my first impression.

A stark contrast to Chandra's girlfriend Ica. A little bourgeois style complete with motor gedenya.

"Pennants. You must be Risa." He said as soon as he got in front of us.

He was a tall and tall yellow. Her smile is so sweet. I remember that smile.

Many times I refused his invitation in a sniffy tone. The messages and calls I always ignored. But in various ways he tried to get close to me. Through my friends and my family.

And in the end I opened my heart to her.

And it became such a sweet story in my journey. I can share the burden with him. At least I have a shoulder to lean on when the goddess Fortuna is not on my side.

But that was before.

I threw my body in my little bed. My tears are back. The wound returned. And I don't know when it'll get better.