My girlfriend's my Class Brother

episode 34 (disappointed)

          As if I did not want to go back to that room, I chose to knock on Om Dio and Mba Wulan's room.

          The two couples opened the door to the room. At first they would scold me and Yesi, but apparently Om Dio caught a look of disrespect with both of us.

           "What's wrong?" tanya Om Dio who first opened his voice.

         "Can I change rooms?" isaiah answered with his breath.

          "Umm.please." replied Mba Wulan. Before that they both went into the room first. After getting dressed, the two of them came out and exchanged room keys.

             I went in and closed the door. In a tired state Yesi just leaned on my back. It is still visible with eye marks that are still swollen with clear circles that go down along with the rest of the remaining pain that still exists.

          Gently I lay down Yesi's body and pull the blanket up to the chest. I also leaned on the back of the bed.

           We were just as tired, I told Yesi to go back to my room.

Once in the room, I immediately dropped my body which was very tired. Trying to close my eyes but not. It's like drowsiness wants to torture me longer tonight.

          Several times I let out a heavy sigh, I could only shut up, the painful glint of the scene earlier as if it was still spinning in the head. My heart is like a crumb remembering that.

         The reality of this misunderstanding is not as simple as an apology.

           My gaze was shifted when the presence of Yesi was already in my room, my hand grabbed the left hand of Yesi and rubbed it gently right on the ring finger. Where is the ring I gave you.

     As if giving a signal to look at his hand.

     "You hear the story?" ask Isaiah.

       My hand still doesn't stop stroking Yesi's ring finger.

             Yesi persisted with silence. Even to open the lips alone was too heavy, as if this time the body of Yesi refused to react with my touch and voice.

           I let out a breath and opened my voice again.

"Then, a long time ago, there was a fifteen-year-old boy, more precisely 1X Junior High the boy had three best friends. Two boys and one girl. But he also had more taste in his female best friend. He ventured to reveal, apparently the girl who is his best friend has the same feeling. They both decided to date" Isaiah said, telling his love story.

          "During the courtship period, sometimes on a seasoning called a quarrel, but they can finish and miss the little pebble. The boy also introduced the girl to his parents not as a friend anymore, but as a girlfriend. The response of both parents of the boy was also positive, even they planned this matchmaking after finishing high school later." said Isaiah continued the story.

            Entering my first year of dating both her parents moved duties in another urban area. Communication intertwined finally began to be rare, even meeting it is difficult. Since then lost contact lost my first love.

        "This year, I'm going through a tough time, until God's scenario brings us together, and the wound is slowly healing" Isaiah said.

           If there is a man crying, then the problem he has is so big. Until those that usually look strong, can be so fragile.

        Tonight, I let twice Yesi see my deepest side. Yesi will never know what my position is like, but I feel the same pain.

      Misunderstanding is nothing compared to losing someone we love so much.

           Eventually the defense of the Yesi collapsed instantly. Yesi is crying in my arms. Tonight we both shed tears, letting out a claustrophobic roaring in the chest. I and Yesi want to melt the pain with tears, especially tonight.

              Inhaling as much air as possible, my breathing was suddenly disturbed by the sudden feeling of tightness due to too much crying.

      "Yesi knows it is not easy to tell the source of the wound that Yesa saved. Yesa did her best. Yeshah was no longer alone, there was Jeshi who would always be beside Yeshah. Yesa has been in pain for so long, from today Yesa deserves to be happy." said Yesi with a smile.

              With the affection I have, Yesi rubbed a circle of tears on my cheek. Like as if husband and wife, when there are problems in the talk both good and mutually reinforcing each other. I and Yesi are just two fragile people, who are both hurt by the circumstances.

           "Thank you, Yesi. Thank you, dear." said Isaiah with a heavy kiss on the top of Jesse's head.

           The decay was already a claustrophobic lump in the chest, all that was left was incredible relief. The tears that spilled tonight brought with them the wounds that were on the ground.

          "Please Promise Yesi, no matter how hard we may be, never untie our love" Isaiah told Yesi in a trembling tone while looking at his bead.

        Again the tears of Yesi flowed, powerless to make a sound, and nodded in response.

             God has his own way of knowing the taste I have for Jesse, even if it has to be this way.

        "Gue wants to have Yesi. Have a soul and live, Yesi. Whatever it is, I don't want Jesse out of my life. It will never happen." said Isaiah, the look of happiness was radiated in the eyes of Jesse.

             The feeling of being foreign at once wants something more than a Yesi. I felt like I was not stepping on the earth. The gentle treatment proved as if how great the love that Jesse had for me.

            I peeked at the top of Yesi's head accompanied by a tearful twinkle falling on Yesi's cheek. I love you, Yesenia.

I love you." said Isaiah smiling happily.