Naughty Child

Pedecate

I'm in Miss Lina's room. He wants to get counseling today. Usually they do a lot. 

"Son Faiz, what counseling would you like today?" the beautiful and pious face of Bu Lina with her veil was soothing to my heart. It is very convenient for counselling. Are all psychologists like this?

"Where are you going to move on?" my many.

"You're failing to move on?" tanyakanya. "Diputusin' girlfriend?"

"Not really, but arguably the person I like right now is the same other person. I still can't forget it" I said.

"Hmmm...effortless, usually if people like this because he really loves the girl, really not?" tanyakanya. 

I'm nodding. 

"The key to moving on is to think positively about your future. Gini deh Faiz, how many people in the world?" tanyakanya. 

"About 2 billion" I answered.

"There are two billion more, consider the presentation of more women, for example 1.2 billion for example. And 100 million of them are in Indonesia. Masa' You have to waste 100 million of it just for one girl?" these words of Bu Lina were directly piercing. 

"It's just Mom, too" I said. 

"Well, don't waste your time on just one last thing" he said. 

"But the thing is I still like her mom, still love" I said. 

"You have to open yourself up and don't shut yourself up like that! Masa' You have to do friendzone to others? You're a conglomerate kid, so cute, rich again. How many girls are there with you?"

I shrugged, "A lot of money?"

"Duuhh.Mom almost certainly every week there is a counseling someone who has a crush on you but you are cute," said Bu Lina.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, almost every class has a crush on you. Have you ever opened your locker?"

I rarely open my locker. Maybe because I bring a car every day so it feels no need to keep something in the locker. But sometimes I open my locker if I want to exercise. There were many love letters there, but I never read one. 

"Rarely, but there are a lot of love letters. I never read it" I said. 

"Well, tuh. The time' of all the girls who sent the love letter was none of the ones you chose?" tanyakanya. 

I'm nodding. I have to open myself up. All this time I've been focusing too much on Vira. Conscious woi, Vira is the past, I said in my heart

"You have a view now who do you like?" asked Bu Lina while advancing her face. His sharp eyes were like stabbing me. 

I looked away and looked out the window. That's when I saw someone from the outside. Iskha. He was taking sports lessons. Class X-2 was running around the field for a warm-up. I smiled, then stood up.

"Mr Lina, it might be true. I need to open up, thank you. I'll go first" I said. 

"That's a dong" said Bu Lina. "Please!"

From then on I began to approach Iskha. I want to open myself up for him. I also began to find out what he participated in excul anyway, what were his activities, when he would perform, and what were the songs of his creation. For this it's very easy for me. Just tell my father's men to do it over. Tomorrow I can know everything. In school it is also very easy to find out. I just follow him during the break, also when he took the exculpation. Iskha is alone. He has no guy, the funny thing is that every guy who approaches him must have a knock and tomorrow he does not dare to be close to him. Whoa, the type that is difficult to conquer, I said in my heart.

After a few days following Iskha, I started to like this girl. She's a jolly. Maybe that's why he wears contact lenses when he plays because he wears glasses minus. So not just styles, but anyway he always wears red contact lenses. Soon there's a camp show, she's a scout anyway. So he's definitely going to be on the show. I also intend to be able to come along. 

I rarely open my locker, I finally open it. Straight away hundreds of letters may scatter out. Alamaaak...This much?? I picked them up one by one and put them in my backpack. Almost my own backpack doesn't fit.

"Ciee, who had a love letter," suddenly Iskha interrupted me

"Hi Is!" my broom. 

"Hi mas," he replied.

"Koq's alone?" my many. 

"Why should you take the goods in the locker?" tanyakanya. 

"Not really," I replied. 

I saw my locker and locker opposite alias face to face. He then closed his locker and locked it by turning the combination carelessly. I then ran after him a little.

"Still on a bike?" my many. 

"Yes, why?" tanyakanya. 

"If I may, if I may. I want to pick you up every day" I said. 

"No, thank you" he said. 

"I don't mind, you know" I said.

"I objected. Ntar is thought to be no longer the same. Considered courting too. I'm not the one who's there, '" he said. 

"You want to be my friend then?" my many. 

She smiled sweetly. Duh, the sweetness of that smile. 

"What's the hell? If the kepengen kemenan is that right?" said. 

"You want an honest answer, what is a dishonest answer?" my many. 

"Yes be honest, time' lies anyway?" 

"I honestly like you, but since I don't know you yet, I don't want to be your friend. You can know me I can know you, frankly all this time I've never opened myself up to anyone else" I said. 

He's laughing a little. "Oh, so." 

"Koq laughs?"

"I'm a little fellow, you can get into this school with a scholarship. It's good that rich people can pay for this school to come in. I can't mas. Are you sure you like me?" tanyakanya. 

"I don't have a problem with that" I said. 

"Trus, if for example mas like me later the other girls how dong? They broke all dong's hearts? Tuh his love letter seabrek," he said as he patted my backpack. 

I stood in front of him. I looked at his face. I don't know why I'm pounding. No, no, no. I don't know Iskha yet. I can't smell it now. It's not Vira. He's someone else. If Vira has known me long enough, but this is not. He's still clean, innocent, until I do it there can be no gossip. Just patience.

I raised my little finger. "Friends?"

He looked up at the sky. Then he looked me in the face, and then he greeted my little finger with his. "OK."

We then walked along again. 

"Where are you after this concert?" my many.

"Maybe cramming in a mas cafe. Cafe Brontoseno" he replied. "We're there a lot anyway, bring accoustics songs."

"Oh yeah? Well, that would be my favorite nongkron place" I said.

Iskha stopped walking. I stopped too. 

"Mas Faiz seriously likes me?" tanyakanya. 

I'm nodding. 

"Why?"

"Usually if a new person says love, it's a dreadlocks and a playboy" Iskha says. He hurried to leave me. 

I let him go to the parking lot to get his wooden bike. Clear what I said, he's hard to conquer. 

It turns out to be true. Besides being difficult to conquer there are other problems that exist in Iskha. He does not care about the wealth of people or the position of people. In his eyes, everyone was the same. That's why I just knew he could hang out with a lot of people, not like me. My position as the son of a conglomerate kept me away from my friends whose economic life was under me. I started to approach them all.

I also started to change. I started greeting them, joking with them. Even what they never thought before, I invited them to my house. We studied together at my house. The arrival of my friends is certainly a new thing at home. So far let alone one person, the intention of inviting them never. 

My mother interrupted me, "Faiz, you've reached your friends."

I'm just smiling. The change in me was felt by my whole family. I'm opening up more now. 

And every afternoon until night I was always at Brontoseno Cafe, the place where Iskha ngamen was. It's just that it's a little different. No contact lenses, very natural with glasses. Her hair was tied up, her clothes were casual. So relax. He strummed his guitar and sang several contemporary songs. 

Seeing me at one of the tables he smiled at me. I waved to him. He also shook his head. 

ISKHA NARRATION

What the hell is he? First time I told you my love. Trus wants to know me better by being a friend. And this is the third night he's always in this cafe watching me sing. He always greeted me. And it must be sitting right there. Said the waiter in this cafe the tips must be gedhe if from him. I was a little bad because I was always noticed by him. 

But he was among the most persistent to chase me. Bayangin aja, I never tell her phone number uh, know-know she already SMS me. Got it from where? He's on the school fence every morning, just to say "Hi, good morning?!"

He knew that I never had breakfast every morning so I ate in the cafeteria. Uh he's already there. And try to get me. My heart melted too long ago. He's been at the cafe every night. Not greeting me, just waving my hand. Sit there until the cafe closes. He's been offering me a ride many times, but I always refuse. 

Today he wears a white, vertical striped shirt in brown. He wears a black suit. Since he sat always watching me. I finally fell. My eyes can't get away from him. Duh, Faiz mas.you made me deg-deg-ser. 

Today I finally finished here. The manager gave us an envelope as our wages filled the music in this cafe. After that in the back room I split the money with my other friends. That's good for snacks. But I'm still gonna give this money to mom and dad. After that I went back to the front room. I saw Faiz outside the cafe, walking back and forth. I carry my guitar on my back. 

"Mas Faiz? Still here?" my many.

"Yes, wait for you" he replied. 

"No need to wait" I said. 

"The street girl herself is not safe. I want you," he said. 

"I rode my bike, I got in the car" I said. 

"No koq. I also ride a bike!" he said pointing to a mountain bike parked next to my bike. 

I'm shaking. Great is the struggle pedekate to me. I let out a breath. 

"OKay?" tanyakanya.

"Well, okay" I said. 

We took our own bikes. After that we pawed it. My bike is my only vehicle to go anywhere. What else? A motorcycle? We cannot afford to buy yet. My motorcycle was used for work. I'm so ashamed of myself cycling like this for Faiz. It's a little weird, the clothes are that dirty, but riding an ontel bike. Ouchh...

"Why?" tanyakanya.

"Huh? What mas?" I who had been daydreaming had realized.

"Why koq diem? Strange to see a rich kid riding a bike?" tanyakanya. 

"Yes, I'm still calm too?"

"Why don't you have a boyfriend? Though I'm sure there must be many who have a crush on you. Your action on stage is amazing, surely one of your fans will be interested."

"Not so, either. Lha mas herself? Koq is single? Don't you have a boyfriend?" 

"I am even a rich man's son, appreciates women. I had one, but it's over. Called ama Pandu."

"Oh, who is Pandu?"

"My brother, brother. We always compete a lot in everything. Even until the women's business we compete. But we compete fairly, fairly, there's no knocking each other out."

I was quite impressed with him. He speaks honestly as is. Then we talked about schoolwork, about school, about clothes, shoes, movies, music, so I didn't feel like I was in front of my house. I was a little embarrassed too when Faiz saw my small house. The courtyard is small, iron-fenced, painted yellow. A fluorescent light illuminated the courtyard and the fence. My door is painted brown. A large glass was next to it and on the terrace were chairs and tables to welcome guests. In the small courtyard grew many flowers of mother's pet. 

Faiz got off his bike. Me either. 

"Thank you, I've done it" I said.

"No, I'm the one who's grateful, you want to show me your house" she said.

"I'm honestly embarrassed. My house is like this. Must be a mas house more gedhe than this, right? More luxurious." I said. 

He smiles. "Not really. If you want to play at my house. My door will always be open."

"Koq girls go to boys' houses? Not back?" 

"Well, if you want to play. My friends also played to my house. Don't be ashamed. My brothers will definitely accept you later."

"No, I'm ashamed." 

We were silent for a moment. Faiz approached me. Eh..want what is he? No, wait..don't...! Slowmotion seems to slow down. His hand holds my shoulder. And slowly I was sedated by it. His face approached me, closer. Oh no. This is the first kiss.obviously he's going to kiss me. Oh my God.it's my first kiss with a man. Please reject Iskha, reject her. Are you sure he's your true love? Push her! Push it!

But I couldn't push him. My body is suffering from paralysis. My chest's up and down. He put his lips to my lips. The smell of his fragrant breath I breathed. This kiss, it's amazing. I can't say anything. My eyes closed. I'm soaking up every touch of his lips on my bibr. Oh.no...Oh, my God, I'm in love. I fell in love with her. 

Damn you Faiz, you stole my heart, stole my first kiss. She let go of her kiss after not knowing how long we kissed. Our eyes looked at each other. He rubbed my cheek, I closed my eyes feeling the soft caress of his hand. All right, brothers, I am Iskha, have fallen to this young man.

It's Faiz, go. I don't want to die standing in this place. Enough of your kissing could knock me out if you do it again. Oh, my God, please, take care of this. Yes, I admit defeat. I like him, I love him. Faiz, I love you. 

"Ehm! Um...!" suddenly a Deheman broke the silence. Arrgghh.it's dad!!! He cleared his throat inside the house with a loud deheman until it sounded out.

We were wrong. Faiz almost dropped his bike if he didn't respond. 

"I'd better get in" I said misbehaving. 

"Yes, I better go home too. It's night," he said. 

"Until tomorrow" I said.

"I.iya, until tomorrow," he said. 

The open door looked to my father in a shirt and the sheath came out. He looked at Faiz from far away. Maybe in his heart cursed who dare to decetin my son? I with a flushed face went straight into the house. And because of the wrong behavior of the guitar that I carry on my back also hit the door so that it makes a noise. Faiz looked to nod respectfully to my father. I put the guitar on the couch. 

"Who is that?" ask dad to interrogate me. 

I didn't pay attention to it. I immediately went out again and shouted, "Mas Faiizz, I AM ALSO YOU!"

"YEEESS!!!!" faiz shouted while jumping. 

"God! This is malem koq screaming? In there!" I taped to my father. 

"Ouch! Yes, yes, yes" I said. 

Faiz looked excited he immediately pedaled his bike while whistling. I went straight into my room. I'm so embarrassed. Shame to say it. Faiz.I love you.