Longing Curtain

Episode 5's

"I thought you were my reason for staying. Apparently I was wrong to use someone to forget someone"

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These few days something has changed in my life even though I have admired it for a long time but this time it feels different. The smile that I had long since heard now appeared on its own. Many times I realized my imagination that he would just stop by and leave a wound without direction.

The humming along the school corridor almost made me feel like a madman. Headphones attached to the right left of the ear play music that I like very much. ' Pura - pretend to forget' the song I was talking about earlier . Each song has a deep meaning that invites me to look back at the past.

The sound of screaming from inside the classroom was squealing my ears. His voice was able to beat the music whose volume I had tightened. Removing the headphones and draping them around the neck holds the door knob but is difficult to open. I broke it down by force all the students in it looked at me strangely maybe my behavior would open the door earlier.

After the silent scene they continued their loud chatter. There are hysterical screams, breaking tables, glaring at mobile phones and much more. I wanted to know what they were talking about until it made them hysterical like this.

"Why are they hysterical?" my many.

Dara looked at me as her face turned stiff.

"You don't know ? Dila shot Angga yesterday, "

I held onto my chest, the pain right in the heart. Just now I was happy because of his presence, now he has become my best friend's lover.

"Ra, you're not papa, are you?"

I nodded past leaving the room.

Stepping without direction towards the corner looking for Dila's whereabouts. I don't want my assumptions to be true, with breath gasping I go to the cafeteria but nil. The library still does not exist. I finally visited the back garden of the school.

A woman was sitting blankly staring ahead. I slowly approached towards him taking a position next to him. A little thought notya happy to have expressed feelings but why even moody now?

" Dila, "call me.

He turned to me his soft eyes and his eyes explained that he was not well.

"Why you?" ask me again, he just shook his head.

"I heard you shot Angga, really?" my many. He looked at me did I say the wrong thing?

"You know where it came from?" tanyakanya.

"A dozen were talking about you," I said. He just kept quiet not answering my question.

"Why is it not that seneng has revealed the same feelings of Angga? A feeling I never knew," I said with a slanted smile.

"She has a boyfriend, Ra," he said. I was a little surprised.

"I was wrong to expect Angga's brother ra. Everything is different," he said.

Actually it hurts to hear that my best friend also likes the same person, but on the other hand I was also hurt to hear the fact from Angga's sister.

"I don't think you're gonna do this dil" I said.

"At first I thought that Angga brother had the same feeling ra. But it turns out the opposite, "he said.

His eyes were dewy the more I could not bear to see him.

I've got that fragile body in my arms. It felt like clear circles were flowing down his cheeks as if his sadness was flowing to me.

Crying because my best friend feels sadness or crying because my feelings clap one hand with Angga's sister, I don't know.

I wipe away the rough tears I must not be weak just because of trivial things. I turned Dila's body around wiping away the tears that kept flooding her cheeks.

"You're strong, don't cry anymore. If indeed he is your soul mate one day you will be rediscovered," I said.

It feels like I am the support party who supports Dila's relationship even though I still feel pain.

"We're going to class, yes" I asked.

Turn around and walk away. But I stopped when my hand was choked by Dila, I turned around.

"You also like Angga's brother, right ra?"

His question of success made me stern. Confused to say honestly or not.

"After I like it or not, there is no point if Angga's brother has found his heart patch. Come to the class the task is already stacked," I said with a smile.

He nodded up from the bench and walked next to me.

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Folding mukena put it in the school mosque closet. Slowly the congregation who pray the prayer of the congregation leaves the mosque leaving only a few people.

The extreme weather is sometimes hot and sometimes the rain makes me a little wobbly if it does not tighten the body's defenses. The heat today until it rises to the ubun ubun, it feels like the sun is right over the head. The throat dries asking for everything to cool given the distance of the canteen and mushola are a little far.

" Zahrah! "

Someone called me I looked back and there was no one. I frown, am I hallucinating?

But my steps came to a halt when a large object blocked my path. I looked up and immediately whistled with those shady eyes. As if being hypnotized by his gaze made me peek in place, but soon I shook off the feeling. It's pretty clear that my feelings are just wishful thinking.

"Out of prayer?" tanyakanya.

I rolled a lazy eyeball, obviously clear of the mushola still nanya. I nodded without looking into his eyes.

"Hey why are you looking down?" abugn.

I just shook her head and holding my hand made me look at her face.

"You crying?" tanyakanya.

I looked away not wanting to look weak in front of him.

"We go to the cafeteria, and I'll have a chat" he asked. I refused but how. I have to ask the guy directly.

I took the most comfortable position by sitting in a chair by the window. Brother Angga ordered a few drinks and looked at me intensely with an introgating look.

"Why are you crying about a problem?"

I looked up at her annoyance and she still had time to ask why. I looked away unwilling to dissolve in his face.

"Son Angga really shot Dila?" he changed his face

"Kok you know?" the answer.

"My question has not been answered, brother" I said.

"Yes, but I don't take it" I thumped my lips.

"Why not be accepted?" my many.

He sipped his drink put his hands on the table and looked at me.

"She's already my own sister," he said. I smiled wryly.

"Not a logical reason" I said.

Still with an intense look towards him. "That means that I'm shooting Angga's brother won't be accepted because I'm a sister class?" I looked at him flatly when this heart was not strong enough to endure his pain.

"Different story," I frowned, what does it mean with different stories?

"How long is the road with his girlfriend?" my many.

"That's 2 months" he said.

From the beginning he already had a lover whereas I expected something that already belonged to someone. The sweet treatment turned out to be just an opinion, stupidly I was toyed with by feelings.

"May last, yes,"

Those words escaped my mouth, how else should I behave after knowing the truth.

There is only silence between us the sound of the clinking of ice cubes in the glass accompanying the lonely meeting without chatter. I don't want to make it clear anymore, it's all clear that I have to stop from now on.

"I know what you've been thinking all along. It is better from now on that you forget everything. I hope after this we can be the same as before you know the truth today "

I smiled obliquely, holding back tears that would soon burst. Getting up from the chair, he looked at me softly as if saying don't go. But this time I followed my heart, go and don't come back.

"I'm trying," I said briefly.

Get out of the canteen leaving him alone. Hearing the claimant it has made me waver to continue to survive. Right, he made me fall into his arms and drop me at will.

Leaning on Laila's shoulder was the main way of healing the wound. Fortunately the classes are next to each other so the range is easy to access.

Walking straight towards Laila who was sitting in the corner while glaring at her phone. Take a chair and sit next to him cupped in two hands and drown his face on the table.

"My friend is sad, what's wrong, man?"

His tone was made up, I just put my shoulders down.

"Oh my goodness, man! Your mascara faded"

I roll lazy eyeballs, sad people are still in becandain.

"Don't joke I'm not interested" I said lethargic.

"Why friends? Is it because of the guy with glasses? Look at your life, man "

The plot!

I clenched his head, furious at his overly dramatizing attitude. He grimaced as my nimble finger landed perfectly on his forehead.

"Sick ra, very evil anyway," his grunts. I just smiled giggling.

"Partially you are sad again not he was entertained even in becandain," said I pursed my lips.

"Yes what's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"Kak Angga apparently had no feelings for me," I said.

"God! A girl this beautiful is rejected? Like his glasses brother Angga need to be added deh, let it look beautiful my best friend is,"ujarny menoel my cheeks, immediately I tepis.

"What ain't funny!"

"Udahlah iklasin, maybe not yet mate. Pawali lo a beautiful girl crying," he said.

"It can be you," I said.

Even though he was acting silly but made my pain lessen a little. Lucky I got a friend like you Laila.

"Where is your relationship with Radit?"

Suddenly Laila's face turned lethargic. Putting the phone on the table, propping up the chin with both hands looking at me softly.

"My love is clapping one hand "

Uh, he's singing. Where the sound is crisp again.

"Woy don't sing! Make people dizzy!"

I look ahead. The man who was busy with the laptop looked at Laila annoyed. Laila raised a sharp look towards him.

"Eh Fahri! I like it, I want to sing or not!" Laila denies

"Laila Widyasari, the most beautiful child in the class, deh. Your voice is rich radio broken! Don't sing, just interrupt!" timpal Fahri

I'm just staring at them, there's gonna be a world war soon.

"Fahri Pratama, you better shut up. It's my life and don't comment much, okay!"

It seems that Laila's emotions will explode in a moment. I just looked at the way the two of them were doing.

"Well, shut up is you. Don't make my ears crack because of your voice, understand "

Fahri did not want to lose. folded both hands on his chest while raising his eyebrows.

"You've been doing it for a long time!"

Laila stared hard at Fahri, but did not make Fahri stop.

"Wild, is there a problem for you?" Fahri.

Brak!

The book that was originally on the table is now drifting towards Fahri. Laila smiled in satisfaction, while Fahri looked at her sharply.

"Rasain, so don't be arrogant!" Laila stuck out her tongue.

Fahri's idea was not lost, he threw socks on his desk. A throw right in front of Laila.

"What the hell is this," said Laila took a sock from her face.

"Famey! Whose socks are these, they stink!"

Laila covered her nose with both hands, throwing it back at Fahri. Fahri also threw back the socks, as a result they throw socks.

Before I became a victim, run away ah.

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Staring back and forth looking for the whereabouts of Fahmi who never came makes me furious. Glancing at the watch in the hand of his long needle right in the number four, it just pisses me off.

Sitting in the front seat of the gate, calling Fahmi but only ticking one, damn it!

"You don't want to be together?"

I looked up at the man I was facing right now. It feels bad to have to come face to face with this person.

"No need" I answered briefly.

I took my eyes off her and stared at the phone. Tick the two grays, brother Fahmi cepetan come!

"I'm sorry if your sister hurts you, but that's best for you "

Best said? What is best always to hurt? I just smiled wryly at him without returning his words.

Tin!

The horn averted my eyes. Good thing Fahmi came just in time. Hurrying to take the bag, passed from his face without saying a word.

Brak!

My car door closed so it made a very loud noise. Throwing the bag at any place staring ahead regardless of the strange gaze of Brother Fahmi.

"Selow dong deck, don't play rough like that "

I looked at him sharply, if not my own brother I had eaten from earlier.

Angga put forward his motorbike, clawing as it passed from the front. He still had a smile.

"Cowok handsome tuh ra, pepet continues "kak Fahmi voiced.

"Pet the car! If you don't want to

these shoes drift into the face of big brother, sneak! "

I've taken a step to lift my shoes. Fahmi immediately drove his car.

"You're another pms huh ra? That's so bad,"

"Not much to ask! "

"If this is the case, the lion comes out "I look at him flat.

"One more time brother said, I will pull out my sister's teeth! "

I grinned at him, he glanced at me and refocused on the streets. Let me be in the bed of an important lion today to reach the shabby house.