Memory Dimension

WAKING

L O V A N D R A ' S POV

I don't know, lately I feel like I've lost my own identity. I'm becoming more fun myself, and I just want to join the people who have their own place in my heart. Now, if at school, no friends who successfully make me comfortable— except Petra. But Petra is no longer the same school as me. He's moved out. And no doubt, we have been separated for almost 3 months. Acieleh, the drama of my life.

Yep! Significantly, I felt a lot changed after I woke up from a coma a few months ago. I sometimes like to flashback about it. Stale one! Even time passes very quickly. At first, Petra was excited for me to go to school, on the first day I went to school again after waking up from a coma and recovering completely spiritually, only with a note; I had mild amnesia.

I'm really lazy to talk about that. After all, I was angry with Petra that she could easily change schools. I'm just scared, scared that she's busy with her new school. But I have to admit, as long as he changes schools, he always keeps his promise if for example I want to meet him. It is even I who was impressed always ngaret and always make him wait long in the place of appointment. Petra is special in my heart.

"Tra? Sorry I'm late again." I nyamperin Petra who had been waiting at the bus stop, which is not far from my school.

Petra nodded. "It's okay. This feeling is used to it."

I smiled, "Lo mah so, times kek lo angry with me. Bageur teuing anyway."

"Don't. If the cave is angry, the cave is afraid of being out of control. Later there you can run out of gua makanin."

"Anjers. Serem dong."

"What's? Genjer?" Petra pretends to be bolot, originally his face makes an instant nyubit. He made me greget.

"Damn. Anjer, man. Not genjer."

"Well, what's the difference?"

"Be."

"Yes, deh. The cave caved in." He chose to give up on this dime chat. "Yes, yuk." Petra offers her palms—meaning she is, so that I hold hands while walking to enjoy the hot afternoon air of Jakarta.

"What do you mean?" ask me while watching Petra's hand.

"Lo's a girl, you don't know what I'm coding."

I smiled mischievously, "oh want to ask for a snack, huh?" i chuckle.

Immediately I remained silent.

"Corn!" Petra grabbed and grabbed my hand. We walked down the pedestrian periphery. I said, Petra always makes me fly.

"Tra? Your hands are cold, aren't they?" I asked slowly.

"Well be warm."

"Lo's sick again, huh?" I asked again. Petra was silent. "When mah had been if you wait a long time, you can go home first. Let me play at your house. I'd like to see your sister" I continued.

Petra stopped her steps, and she directly faced towards me, without letting go of her hand in the slightest. I see him smiling.

"Lo don't run me in my house. Because, it's free."

I saw Petra's gaze almost as perfect as James Jirayu's, the Thai actor who I am now crazy about. Crazy yes, sometimes the reality of life is not as sweet as soap operas that end full of drama. But I see again, this second Petra looks very different.

"Whatever why?" I cringed in wonder.

"Gue will not be at home. I'm busy."

"Well, time? But you're not busy anymore, are you seeing me?"

"No. Because now you're my priority, Van."

"Absurd. Very cute."

"Sorry yes, Van. I can't shoot you to be my girlfriend. If I can be honest. I love you, and I want you to be a cave girlfriend. But, I guess there's no need. We'll just take it."

Immediately I went down, but I tried not to show a disappointed expression. Yep! I baper Petra's attitude, but I have to try to understand that she must have a strong reason why she was reluctant to make me her boyfriend, when she told me her true feelings. I don't know, it's just about time.

TBCS!