Not Ex?

Missing, the Taste of Return

I went back to looking for short sentences that I deliberately wrote a few years ago. A time when I wasn't as longed for as I am now.

[He accidentally kissed me? ]

I smiled in light of the incident, the shame I felt back then I could still feel. But the anger at that time I no longer remember, yes.

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PPKn subjects that day they were forced to go through without the guidance of the teacher, not disappointed, precisely the empty subject hours are the most preferred thing by most students.

The atmosphere of the class is so rowdy, each group with their busyness.

Risma, the girl with glasses was one of the students who did not like the empty clock. The book is always full of notes and summaries. No wonder, every day he carries a very heavy bag on his back. The bookworm always felt that many books had to be taken to school, he was completely disobeying the schedule of the subjects available.

But that day was different, the noisy class quelled his desire to make a summary or just read. But he firmly did not want to come to play with his friends, since often insinuated by Nike and Lulu, the girl actually decided to withdraw.

Scratching the tip of the pencil on a blank plane of paper, forming a picture is also one of his favorites. And so it was that he filled his free time with drawing.

Unfortunately, the tip of the pencil he was using was detached from the stem, requiring him to look, taping back the tip of the pencil.

While in the corner of the classroom, where Risma used to look at pencils, was engrossed a boy with some of his classmates playing.

One of them, wearing a red-and-white blindfold, caught and guessed the name of the figure he had captured.

"Basically, childhood is less happy." Risma mumbled softly, feeling that the game was silly enough for teenagers of their age to play.

Although reluctant to break through among those who have long enough Risma avoid because of boredom with spicy innuendo and attitude Tama who began to make her sick. Even finally Risma Lakoni, the girl broke through the cute without permission, her jutek face scared anyone who looked at her.

"Bit....!"

The bespectacled girl who was walking down noticed the tip of the pencil falling down instantly.

Tama who was walking with her eyes covered in red and white cloth, accidentally hit Risma. Their bodies collapsed simultaneously, their lips meeting.

Suddenly, all the eyes that were looking cheered both of them. As soon as possible Risma pushed rough Tama's body. Wiping the lips that feel sore, his lips torn and bleeding, his gums were like that.

"What's wrong? what's up?"

Tama who had just opened her blindfold felt confused, no one explained to her, they were busy laughing at the two.

Risma got up, cleaned her dirty clothes due to the dust on the floor by occasionally pressing her sore lips.

"Hey, go with your eyes! Blind you yes!"

"Not wearing eyes, my eyes are closed, this is look!”

Tama showed Risma a long piece of red and white cloth in her defense.

Risma squinted her eyes, she had just mispronounced the curse. Tama was not walking with her eyes open.

"I'm angry, you're kissing!" Lulu seems to blame Tama.

While Tama, she was still unaware of what she had just done. Even to apologize to Risma he never did.

The girl gargled many times, draining the flowing blood.

A friend named Ony, who sits on the same bench every day, is waiting outside the toilet door.

"Ma, Risma! You're okay, right?" his anxiety was so pronounced when his friend lingered in the school bathroom cubicle.

"It's okay, Mommy! just a moment again!" risma's voice from the room.

Soon Risma came out of the bathroom, making Ony feel relieved.

"Let's go to class!" Take Ony in a hurry.

"Wait on! emm .. I'm ashamed of that."

"Eh, since when has a Risma been weak like this?"

"Not so, but...."

Before Risma continued her words, Ony pulled her friend's wrist, half-dragged and walked towards the classroom.

Risma according to him, he still grimaced holding his lips.

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And from then on, I didn't dare look him in the eye. Whatever his shitty behavior is, I try not to care.

And ever since then, I've rarely written silly sentences in this biology book. There is no more story about him. But I decided to love her in another way.

"Shut up"

I liked it in silence, I no longer embarrassed myself just for the sake of getting his attention.

Hoping that he would be sensitive to my feelings, I was wrong.

She and I are getting further away, I love her in silence while she is busy with her world.

When the weak spot is like this now, I would love to stand in front of him. He slapped her once and yelled, "Tama, I hate you!"

Then hugging her, crying so much, spilling my feelings that I had not been able to express to her.

Once again I realized, he had long since disappeared. His whereabouts as if not wanted to be found by me, until now, he did not find me.