Not Ex?

Missing, The Lost Trail

The new school year had begun, the glasses girl had risen to the twelfth grade of high school.

As usual, early in the morning he was already at school, not without a purpose. The girl drove away the silence of every corridor she walked through with her swift footsteps. In fact he tends to run, stopping at every twelve-grade door to check for a piece of paper taped to each door.

Not just a white paper, but a list of names of students who are in the class. He found his name written on the order of twenty-ninth class twelve E.

Apparently it wasn't just his own name he was looking for, a name he was eager to find.

"Pratama Putra Airlangga"

Five classes he had approached, the bespectacled girl began to feel a sense of unease. At the last door he so carefully read every student's name, even repeating it twice.

No, that name he could not find. Whither? Where's the boy he used to snatch and hit?

There was nothing he could do at that time, hoping the clock would turn faster for his friends to come to school soon. Nike and Lulu were the ones he wanted to meet the most. Until he was willing to wait at the school gate, his behavior was so unsettled. Sit for a while, stand for a while, sometimes walking back and forth waiting for one of them to come.

Long enough to wait, he finally saw Lulu enter the school gate. Impatiently, the girl immediately ran to the parking lot where Lulu parked her motorcycle.

"Why are you running away?" Lulu was astonished to see Risma in a hurry.

"Lu, Tama why isn't she on the list of twelfth graders? Shall I change schools?"

"Not knowing me, Ma. Yeah, well, maybe it's moved, scared he's your partner!" Lulu chuckles mockingly at Risma.

Risma just put her lips together, she was not in the mood to joke at all.

He then decided to wait for Nike in his class. Sure enough, before long he waited, the curly haired girl finally came as well.

"Nike!"

"You're not in this class, are you?"

"No, I want to ask you. Shall I change schools?"

"Where do I know, ask the teacher not to be with me!"

Risma followed Nike's advice, she rushed to the teacher's room. The Guardian of the class Tama in the eleventh grade is an English teacher who is quite close to Risma, close because Risma always gets the highest marks in the subjects she teaches.

"Excuse me Mrs.Rini?"

"Oh, Risma. What's up, son?"

"I want to ask, a student named Pratama Putra Airlangga has not been to school here anymore?"

"Your name? He has moved schools, why? your boyfriend is?" the English teacher mocked Risma, who then made Risma clumsy and embarrassed.

Tama just disappeared, making the glasses girl feel guilty. Was Tama's departure related to the bullying she had been doing during her friendship?

A year in the twelfth grade he passed without a figure who really wanted to be bullied every day. His days he used to gain various academic achievements.

Her tomboyish nature began to disappear, the glasses girl began to notice her appearance. He extended his hair, put on a sling bag and left the large backpack that became his trademark.

Almost every weekend the girl finds a love letter in her desk drawer. Even some male friends ranging from the younger class, his classmate even from other schools, vying to express love to the ordinary girl. Hahaha .. incarnation, he means he is a tomboy and jutek extraordinary, metamorphosed into a sweet girl and often smiling kindly.

His friendly smile is often misunderstood by anyone who receives it, those who then approach intensely.

But Risma firmly said "no" to anyone who tried to win her heart.

Until finally he managed to graduate from high school, then left his hometown to continue his education outside the province.

~ o0o ~

Six years passed, now I have been in the place where we met and then separated.

Tama, this is your last chance. If you don't show up this time, then I'll stop expecting you.

The wall clock shows at half-four in the morning, long enough apparently I was nostalgic with the slum book.

I remember the cell phone I turned off on purpose from the moment I boarded the plane. Immediately I activated the flat object to see who sent the WhatsApp message.

Sure enough, the friends over there were flocking asking if I had arrived safely? But there was one contact who sent so many messages, twenty-four messages he sent. Opening it made me smile to myself, Mas Bima. The man I've known for six years, who I've had a special relationship with for almost four years.

[It has arrived ]

[I'm sorry, I just told you]

I sent him two reply messages, read them right away. Seconds later I got a video call from him.

[Sleeping has not yet been sleeping, ]

[Can you sleep a little? ]

After rejecting the video call from him, I sent him two more messages. Which then as soon as possible is answered.

[Yes, sorry! ]

Our time difference of two hours, Mas Bima is currently in eastern Indonesia, the same place where I studied and worked for almost six years.

Seriate....