
The sunlight began to look dazzling to the eyes behind the window curtains. That light penetrated him and made me wake up from my sleep.
I yawned wide, and stretched to straighten my muscles.
The time has shown at 07:00, I looked at Rinjani who was still lying next to me. Yes, it's Sunday. Naturally, if Rinjani clock is still not awake.
Today I decided to go back to my house. Not to stay back there. Except to pick up some clothes and school books.
Arriving in front of my house - I mean my Papa's house. I peeked a little from the gate. And it's true that Papa's not home. I know that because Papa's car doesn't exist. I slowly entered by climbing the gate. From the outside, this house looks like an empty house that is uninhabited but maintained. I turned the door knob. You know how I got inside? Yeah, with a spare key. Every resident of the house must have a spare key and must know where they put it. One of them is in a flower pot in front of my porch.
Door opens. Slender. As usual. And it just so happens that my maid is on vacation. Sundays are usually holidays. I went up the stairs to my room upstairs.
With lightning I immediately packed the clothes I needed. And took my school books. When I opened the drawer of the study table, my eyes caught a rose that was dark because it had withered. I picked it up and immediately recalled that I found this flower under the table. I forgot to ask Bisma. Did he give me these flowers. Waitaminute! Why should Bisma? Someone else could have sent it. But somehow my heart wanted that it was Bhishma who gave it.
It's not the time to think about such a thing. Now I must hurry and leave. Before Papa comes back. I can't waste time.
When everything is finished. I immediately lifted my foot from the house at full speed.
***
It's been a week since I ran away from home. And there was absolutely no sign of Papa looking for me, or worrying about me (this might sound impossible). Looks like Papa really doesn't care about me. I am a really unwanted child.
"Woy," surprised Ilham who was daydreaming. And of course it surprised me. "Lo why else, Al?"
"It's okay. Oh yeah, how do you think Bisma is?"
"Kok elo suddenly asked about Bhishma, anyway?"
"Do you ever feel like you're in love?"
"Everything, anyway. Why why?"
"Yes that, which I now rasain. I think I like the Bhishma, huh." Don't know why I'm being so outspoken to Ilham. I don't think what if Ilham told Bhishma.
"Let's back off, Al!"
"What's that?" I was confused as to why Ilham spoke so.
"Well, you're not a bisma-type girl. Sori is not my intention ..." The voice of Ilham swallowed.
Instantly I remembered the words of Bhishma he said during the nutsal match. "Yes, I know. I heard the same conversation with you guys. I also know the risk if we dare to fall in love, which means we must be ready to feel the fall that hurts."
"Oh, huh? We are both unlucky, yes. Loving people who don't love us."
"That's human. When someone truly loves him. He was busy chasing people who did not even care about his feelings" he said with a wry smile.
"Oh yeah, you still have work, right?" ask Ilham who suddenly realized me about the work that I had neglected.
"Gosh, Ham. I forget. I almost feel lazy. If so I continue to work again yes," said I. But at a glance I saw Inspiration looking at me with a pushy gaze, or maybe it was just my feelings.
***
The school festival is two months away. We are really super duper busy with activities related to extracurricular drama. Including me who got the lead role in our drama performance. I had to train earnestly so that my performance would not disappoint them.
The sound of applause from the friends of the drama members cheered in the room. This time I also got a round of applause from Bhishma.
"It's great, Al. You should be able to keep your acting that way up until the actual performance later," Yayu praised me as I got off the stage.
"What the hell, just so that I can too," grumbled Eunike arrogantly.
"Lo's lyrics," yayu sneered.
Eunike seemed to be attacking Yayu, but his intention was undone because after all Yayu was the vice chairman of the drama club. Eunike is just a new member. Eunice prefers to leave.
"Elo don't mind Eunike's words, yeah. He's a quick betrothed to his guy." Suddenly the voice of the boy I recognized came from behind us. We looked and found the Bhishma who was standing behind us.
"Gue knows, Bis." I smiled back at the smile of Bhishma. "Oh yeah, Bus. There's something I want to ask you."
Questions I've forgotten all along. Yes, about the flower. I want to see if the flower is a gift from Bhishma. Or from someone else.
"Actually that's my love for your flowers isn't it?"
"flower? What flowers? I never felt like I was giving flowers."
Exactly, I really guess. How could Bhishma suddenly give me flowers for no reason. Who is the person who sent it. Which made me always think because her beautiful and sweet words always remembered in my head.
"Oh yes. Lupain is."
Finished practicing, we immediately rushed towards each other's classes. Yes, again the break time we use to practice. How else, we have to really prepare it carefully.