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Missing, Pursuing Sense About Him

If there is another time, I will express my feelings to him. Although it's late, it's okay, I didn't expect to have it.

He might not like me and he can't return my feelings to him. Not for that time or for the opportunity to come.

Well, at least be friends with me don't hate me! If I could turn the clock around, I'd be better off with him so this wouldn't happen.

[i give up .. he has owned ]

The words I wrote with a size large enough to remind me of how desperate I was at that time.

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After the day that Lulu delivered the message from Tama, Lulu and Nike stayed away from Risma. Sometimes they hurl insinuations aimed at Risma.

"The magnet if it meets the same pole, yes refuse, haha....!"

Lulu and her friends seemed unsatisfied to strip Risma with a joke that made Risma feel so despicable.

Even more painful for Risma was that Tama was in their company, laughing at her, as if she had won the war and had now made her enemy her prisoner.

The days of the glasses girl were no longer pleasant. He was angry, angry at himself, half his sanity seemed to be gone.

That afternoon....

The parking lot was deserted, there were only a few motorcycles that belonged to the teachers, after finishing his drink Risma decided to go home immediately.

However, he was so surprised to find both motorcycle tires flat.

He pushed the motor out of the school area to the workshop which was not so far from the school location.

"Yes, Mas?" Ask Risma at the tire patch.

"Not Deck, just deflate."

"Turned Deck, deflated kok promise, haha....!"

The tire patchworker laughed, it sounded like laughing at Risma, the girl smiled wryly.

The next day Lulu suddenly opened a conversation after a few days without greeting with Risma.

"Risma, you came home yesterday to push the bike?"

Risma was amazed, she thought from where Lulu knew when that afternoon Risma was the last student to leave school.

"Oh .. That's, yes because my motorcycle tires deflated all."

Lulu laughed mockingly, "yes it was .. Tama who crammed your motorcycle tires."

"Yeah? why tell?"

Risma soon moved on, leaving Nike and Lulu. He was looking for the boy he often oppressed.

Seen by him, Tama was sitting on the laboratory terrace, Risma ran up to him. Once in front of him the girl grabbed the collar Tama shirt with her left hand and pulled it until Tama who was sitting had to stand following, followed, then his powerful clenched right hand prepared to point a fist at the boy's face.

"Wait Risma...! what's the matter?"

Tama raised both her hands showing fear, yes ..he was afraid of the girl in front of him, Risma was so terrible for him that it was even too scary to be a friend.

"You got my motorcycle tyre, huh...?"

"What's my fault with you?"

"The answer...! Or I'll punch you in the face, you midget!"

Risma cursed Tama with a piece of midget because for teenagers his age, he was no taller than Risma, his height was only limited to the temple of the glasses girl.

"Risma I'm just kidding, we're Risma's friends, I mean we're still friends, right?"

The girl seemed to be holding back tears, adjusting the breathing that had been hunting either because of running or because she was angry.

"Don't do it again! If it happens again, you'll regret it."

Risma left Tama, when it was confirmed that her step was far enough, the girl suddenly smiled to herself, her tears did not work, but her lips boasted a smile.

"We're still friends."

That sentence was more than enough to make Risma flowery. It is unique indeed, not an expression of love but just a friendship, but it is a great relief to his heart.

Risma returned to the classroom with a cheerful face and a fluffy smile, Lulu and Nike stared in surprise, as they remembered the girl had just left in a very angry state as if she wanted to eat someone.

"Cie .. cie .. is it really nice to look at it?" Nike who had observed Risma's arrival began to tease him, a sign he wanted to know what had happened between Risma and Tama.

"What's? it's none of your business!" Unexpectedly, Risma was instead indifferent to her two friends.

Not happy with the answer Risma, Nike who often insinuated Risma, at that time had a new weapon.

"Geez, Lu! Know not you, Tama likes the same tenth grade C you know!" Nike started the action.

"That's why they come home together so often, like they're already." Lulu doesn't want to miss heating up Risma.

At first Risma pretended not to hear their conversation, but eventually she could not bear to be curious.

"Who the hell? which one?" Finally the long-awaited question of Nike and Lulu, came out of Risma's mouth.

"That's you ... Nadia, who is beautiful, has dimples on her cheeks, her hair is long tied up constantly."

Nike seemed so excited to explain to Risma how a Nadia is more everything than Risma.

"Oh....!" Risma responded flatly to the attack of her two friends.

"Kok just, Oh....?" Lulu protests, he looks not sincere with Risma's response.

"So what should I say?" Risma distracts, she pretends to be busy reading books, making Nike and Lulu bored.

No, Risma wasn't reading a book and she wasn't that loud. His heart broke into pieces, he tried to pick it up and put it back together again when it failed.

Happy was only for a moment, when he had just heard Tama's apology, and returned to befriend Tama. In an instant gone, the sky in his mind suddenly went pitch-black.

Risma lost, she gave up.

The boy sat right beside Risma, a bench he had left long enough to avoid Risma.

It seems Tama is serious about making peace, consistent with her words "we are still friends."

"Cie .. cie .. ahem!" Nike again tried to ruin the atmosphere.

Risma who had been busy pretending to read a book, glanced at Tama who was blushing by the teasing of Nike and Lulu.

But something unexpected happened, Risma packed her things. Then he got up from his seat, accompanied by three pairs of eyes that were amazed to see him.

Risma no longer sat beside Tama, from that day on, the glasses girl chose to change her seat even further. He occupied the second bench from the front, quite far from the previous bench which was located the very back.

Is Risma angry? No, the girl was more than angry, she was disappointed.

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From then on I tried my best to keep my distance from her, trying to forget her, trying to hate her.

I no longer steal glances during class hours, I no longer talk to him.

At that time I thought that my feelings for her were over, but it turned out .. I was wrong. The taste is still deeply ingrained, although it does not flower and bear fruit, yet it takes root. Sticking strong, making the owner of the heart no longer in question.