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Dandelions

Dahlan Winarto that's his name, bring a glass of water, give it to Nadila."I have to go!" emphatically.

"Sit down and drink!" Dahlan was even more resolute.

Nadila quickly downed the water to the toilet. Then he got up and left, but Dahlan quickly stopped him.

"Having to drink water must pay! Where's money? 1000!" The young man raised his hand.

"I don't have any money!" Nadila continued to speak expressionlessly.

"Then you have to stay here, so you can pay me a debt." Said Dahlan smilingly.

"You set me up!? I'm still leaving." Nadila insisted.

"Living here for a few days calms you down. Or I'll call your father, "This time it's not childish treatment anymore the young man smiled looking calmer.

A suicide? That was what Dahlan had in mind, the thing Nadila might have done. Not close, but he could see lonely eyes there.

What happened in the end? Two of them are in one room. There was a reason, the young man did not want the most beautiful woman in his class to escape again. He didn't want her dead or hurt. Loving in silence, liking ice-cold-hearted women.

The woman's body was hugged from behind all of a sudden.

"Deliver!" Nadila.

"I told you I was born perverted. Don't be ashamed and afraid of me. If you want to laugh you can laugh, if you want to cry you can cry." The words from his mouth, full of smiles, dimples on that dull face were visible. A house that doesn't even have tiles, a bamboo bed with a dirty thin sponge mattress on top.

I don't know why Nadila smiled for the first time. Two teenagers who began to fall asleep, not thinking about anything including napsu, which is in their minds is a sense of comfort. A young man who lost both his parents to an accident, a lonely young man, plants feelings for a beautiful woman, and is the richest in his school. It was like reaching for a star in the sky, but just by looking at his face Dahlan was able to smile.

He was happy, someone was with him in this house. A small house that has many memories with both parents.

*

Until tomorrow comes, they must wake up from a dream. After Nadila left, she chose to return to her father's house.

Just get there? The mission to get the mistress in her little hut continues. The young man since early in the morning has been in the traditional market to become a porters. Carrying the groceries of people who are mostly merchants.

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, one by one money counted by him with a smile. Save up for college later, if you can. Because to get the princess herself must be a prince first.

Swallowing his saliva back, he stared at the stall with the dishes of several side dishes. The young man shook his head quickly."Rice, add sambel only," he said reaching for crackers.

Unlike usual, you can buy a side dish. Today he bought a small package of UHT milk for 3,000 rupiah. Come the morningest to school, put it on Nadila's desk. Then he went back to sleep, considering that he had to wake up at 2 am, just to connect and stay in school.

Until finally Nadila came, his eyes can look to find out who is watching him. Small milk with children's animated figures. Unlike other men who give expensive flowers or chocolates.

In the end he held back a laugh, his eyes glancing towards a young man who was soundly asleep. I don't know what he dreamed.

*

Time passed by and the break came, the young man had just woken up, yawning several times. This is why he is not so smart in academia. Never get enough rest.

The thin paper from the notebook was torn, smiling itself drawing the shape of a heart. Various arguments that make nausea written, even though it is sincere.

'Today the sky is cloudy again, reminding me of your overcast face. But it feels soothing when I, who is only a barren land, feel your presence.'

The words he wrote, using a pen with ink running out. Sleeking, put a piece of paper into Nadila's bag.

He smiled to himself, with a feeling of uncertainty, fear? Of course, but also hopeful. Until the girl enters the classroom, she glances at the paper from the thin cheap textbooks.

The woman just went back to studying as usual. Disappointment hit Dahlan. He breathed many times trying to smile.

What happens next? Tomorrow has arrived. Just like before there was a box of UHT milk, worth 3000 rupiah, on Nadila's table. The girl never drank it just put it in her bag.

"Well.." Dahlan's inner self felt like a failure again. Not giving up this time. He who had to save paper back to tear his writing book.

'If I could I wanted to be your shadow. Accompany, follow, and comfort you, though you may remain by your side.'

He was disappointed again. What else to do. The following days were just a small box of milk each morning. No poetry at all. He sleeps more during lunch.

Until the last poem he wrote.

'I want to be the wind that hugs your body. Accompany you even if you do not consider my presence. I'm happy,'

Again as before put in Nadila's bag. But this time it was different, one of the students caught him, humiliating him as a dung beetle who loved the moon.

Nadila finally re-entered the class.

"Nadila! Look at this, this poor fellow dares to dream! Dung beetles!" the laughter of the students was heard making Dahlan bow down.

Plaque!

One slap rang out, the woman stared coldly at the student who humiliated Dahlan.

"I like it! She's my boyfriend! What right do you have to take a love letter from her!" nadila shouted, leaving everyone stunned. Strange indeed, Nadila immediately took her bag, pulling Dahlan's hand to skip with her.

*

Sometimes small things can make the heart warm, like now. The wind hit their hair, two people picnic on the suspension bridge of the Dutch heritage.

Having no money, several UHT milk boxes were removed from Nadila's bag. The woman smiled sincerely this time. There was nothing he drank, all three sheets of paper containing poetry that he also kept.

"Why not drink?" ask Dahlan.

"Darling, I can't drink it. I..this is from you. So we drink together." The words of Nadila, while the young man only nodded.

Three pieces of teenage poetry he kept. It is not a struggle to be faithful or to live together forever. Only the sincere hearts of the two smiling teenagers.

*

Month by month passed. Revenge on his stepfather? All had been forgotten by him, a life too precious just for a grudge. Today the young man brought a small flower tree.

Dandelion, weird right? Just a small plant is worthless. He slowly planted it on abandoned land near his school.

"No work!" chirping Nadila.

"Indeed!" Dahlan let out a small laugh, her eyes slightly glancing towards Nadila.

"Blown up has flown in the wind." Nadila grunt.

Dahlan just smiled."Dandelion. I don't have the money to buy roses. He said it was a sign of loyalty. One more thing means, whatever happens in the future you must be eager to live this life."

"Play boy poor who is good at seducing," Nadila smiled, the girl dressed in SMU draped her hands, tiptoe trying to equalize her height. While the young man slightly lowered his head, two pairs of eyes were closed, enjoying their togetherness. For the first time I felt kissing. What's this taste like?

"I really don't want to! I will never leave you!" dahlan said when the kiss came off for a moment. Until a pair of lips back in chains when the sun starts to set.

The cold night wind blew away the fragile little flower. A little flower that fights for its life, but when the wind sweeps over its body, little seeds will grow. Does love exist?

Two teenagers were walking away, leaving behind a small plant that was about to develop. Stay persistent to live, even though his body is fragile.

...Life is hard sometimes, everyone hurts you from all sides. Should you pretend hard....

...Having nothing, I might just be a little dandelion blown off the wind. Hoping, begging the wind to let me be with you....

...Even though I'm just a little dandelion that's invisible....

Dahlans...