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Missing, Last Meet

There are still many short sentences written on the shabby book, not do not want to read it. But I was so interested in the last sentence that a few years ago was the last time I wrote about him.

One sentence at his departure, no goodbye. Just leave without a word for me and to close my story.

[He has left....! ]

Only three words were written with emotion and tears. All the feelings about disappointment raged into anger, hate but longing....

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The girl stood out with perfect values for all subjects. He tries to occupy his mind by memorizing all the subject matter just to get Tama out of his brain.

Great girl, she actually managed to get Tama out of her mind, but not from her heart.

Every day he had to meet and be in one room with the lover of the person he liked so much. Nadias.

Sometimes he was sick of seeing Nadia's pattern of behavior, maybe Risma was just envious. How not, half dead he must try to win Tama's heart. While Nadia, she did not need to try, Tama had already bent her knees by her.

What makes Risma so fed up, Nadia is not at all selling expensive with their male classmates. Even Nadia tends to be friendly to anyone who invites her to talk.

Ish ... Nadia is not even arguably the most beautiful in the class, her academic values are also fairly low, not nothing to Risma. Cheating replay time, borrowing a friend's PR, skipping a lesson you don't like. Gosh, Tama somehow likes Nadia more than Risma.

In reality, Risma is a loser in the race of winning Tama's heart. Nadia is the winner.

Two semesters are almost over, the students eagerly welcome the annual study tour as a closing, sign of the end of learning at the eleventh level.

For two weeks before the tour study schedule, the students were so warm to discuss the place they would visit later. Various preparations were made, ranging from filling the film on the camera, buying new clothes, and maintaining the condition of the body so as not to hurt when the day of departure.

Two Weeks later....

Early in the morning, several fleets of buses were lined up in front of the school. The morning ritual was supported by parents who drove their children to go on a study tour.

Risma got into the bus which felt very cold piercing into her skin. No, he found an empty seat beside Nadia.

"Damn...!"

The girl nodded slowly, put down her backpack and sat right next to Nadia.

Although the bus seats are filled with passengers who are all students, but do not walk to the destination.

A short-bodied teenage boy, wearing a hat and carrying a backpack. Entering the same bus as Risma, sheds a smile at anyone she goes through. No exception to Risma, even so the girl only squinted her eyes and was not willing to reply by turning around smiling.

He was sitting right in the back seat of Nadia, a place that had been there that occupied him, for some reason there was still an empty seat.

The journey began, the six-wheeled vehicle drove slowly. It gradually increased his speed.

The voice on the bus that was originally just filled with chatter, was instantly made lively by the glasses girl. He cheered, as if giving cues to others to sing, calling out yel-yel even he did not hesitate to occasionally chatter with his voice making his friends unable to hold back laughter.

Truly a confused girl, on one occasion she was so funny and cheerful, but not infrequently she looked firm and quiet. An unusually unique personality, or it could be that it falls into the category of emotional disorders.

Travel far enough eventually uprooted one by one passenger because of boredom, tired or sleepy. The frenzy was slowly subsided drowned out by the passengers who mostly began to fall asleep.

"Huwek .. huwek .. huwek!"

The dimpled girl who was sitting next to Risma suddenly vomited out her entrails many times.

What was on the girl's mind? Deftly Risma draped the body-warming oil on Nadia's neck, shoulders, back and abdomen. He also rubbed it on both the soles of Nadia's feet and hands. Not only that the action, Risma kneaded the soft nape of the nape of the girl who was being courted by Tama, a annoying boy who had just seen without helping her.

"Nadia, how now? is it better?" Risma made sure that her friend was not in a bad state.

Nadia did not reply, she just nodded, gesturing that Risma should not worry, she was already better.

When they were about to look back, their gazes met, Risma with her cold temper, then Tama who smiled while giving her two thumbs to Risma.

As if to say, your Risma is great, thank you for taking care of Nadia.

What about the glasses girl, she still persisted with cold eyes and an incredible jutek face. Although actually Risma really wants to return Tama's smile.

Many visits to the tourist attractions at that time, but the most imprinted in the memory of Risma is when they were on the beach.

If previously Risma always followed where Tama went, even busy looking for Tama's attention. The time was different, there was heartache that could not be expressed even to mean that Risma was unable.

Risma was completely up to Tama, she no longer followed Tama and no longer acted foolishly for the sake of the boy's attention. But apparently, it was the last thing that Risma regretted.

Last memories with Tama.

The beach is bright, the teenagers are scattering towards the beach. Kick the sand and welcome the waves. Clustered as if forming a squad of each.

Blending with laughter, Risma who did not meet Tama at every tourist spot visit, finally met.

Far from a pleasant hope, whether intentionally or not the teenagers pushed each other and laughed to see his friend swept away by the waves.

Uncontrolled situation among the teenagers who clustered, glasses girl who had previously survived not to fall into the water finally collapsed.

The boy actually pushed him and ran away, a joke to him. Perhaps Tama was not aware that it was Risma, Tama did not notice anyone who was in the crowd.

Not without reason the glasses girl tried not to collapse, yes. His legs would be cramped as water enveloped his entire body.

The impulse was extremely strong, knocking down his body right greeted by the waves. When the salty sea water was consumed by him, the sand slipped into the clothes he was wearing.

He was lucky, two of his friends managed to pull his half-dead body.

He coughed, his breath was wheezing, and he cried sobbing that his two friends were in anxiety.

"It's Risma, it's okay, you're okay, it's yes!" one of the two tried to calm the girl down.

Eventually the two teenagers pushed Risma away from the beach. They cleaned up and changed their clothes and decided to wait in the bus.

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And that was the last time I met him, I was so angry back then.

I waited a long time, he didn't show up, yeah .. He'd rather be on the other bus, he wouldn't let me scold him just once for the last time.

I am very angry with him, and will always be angry with him.

Why just leave? Doesn't he know he has to apologize to me?