REX AND REN
Love Letter
That night I had a dream, not of Oxford but of something else as happy as Oxford, even more so. I was in a very large and beautiful flower garden. The garden was overgrown with flowers, mostly tulips, I don't know where it might be at Keukenhof. There was a white iron bench located in the middle of the garden and there was someone who seemed to be sitting there in a position behind me. Slowly I approached him then the man turned his head, Abi?
“Udah come, Ren?” swipe with a perfect smile. I could only look at him in amazement. Abi wears a black suit complete with a bow tie. She reached out to me, but I just kept quiet.
“Come take my hand, Ren.” the door.
“But,”
“Nothing but. Hold my hand.” I welcomed her hand and Abi held me tightly. Abi's hands were warm and I felt comfortable in his hands.
“From now on, you won't let me go.” he said. I smiled happily and as I wanted to hug her suddenly the sound of a waker clock woke me up. I'm upset half to death, why this waker clock doesn't let me stay a little bit happier in dreamland, so I can know what it's like to be in Abi's arms.
***
When I got to school, I told Maya my dream. As usual, she responded by saying so sweet.
“So, how do you think, May?” my many.
“What's the way?”
“About which I again rasain this.” Maya giggles while propping up her chin with her hands.
“Why still confused too anyway, Ren. It's obvious that you like Abi. Same dream again.”
Right too, I never imagined this before, what else to think of dreaming it. So this is how it feels to be in love? This strange feeling completely filled every corner of my head.
“I also went to Rex.”. Maya looked surprised.
“Oh, yes? You tell him?”
“Yes want how else, I don't know how he can know but he does know.” obviously me while remembering all the words of Rex. That's right, it's still a mystery why Rex could immediately tell what was going on with me. Is it because of a strong bond?Well, although it ended up annoying as usual, but at least I got a little enlightenment.
“Keep she said what?” ask Maya again and I just shrug my shoulders.
“Yes the same as you said that I was in love again.” answered me soberly. Maya immediately clapped her hands cheerfully.
“Finally you admit that you are in love again, Ren.”
“I also never imagined would be gini.” Maya shakes.
“This is the name of destiny and it is natural for Ren when our teenage kayak is in love, it is part of the process what his name is.” Maya seemed to be thinking hard while frowning.
“Puberty.” reply.
“Bingo!”
Well, of course, I've read about puberty and things like this are included in it. I realize all humans will experience times like this. For that I think I can control my puberty well, I mean with introverted nature, I can live it calmly and fine. But it turns out I was wrong, puberty is not something that can be controlled, all of it is inseparable from the hormones that work.
“Continue, what's next plan?” I looked at Maya confused.
“Yes, what's your next plan? I just shakes not understanding.
“Emang you do not want to express your feelings to Abi?”
“Hah?” I'm surprised I'm not playing. What the hell did Maya think to say that? There's no way I can express my feelings to Abi. Just-there!
“Yes is not, May.”
“Why not?” I rolled my eyeballs.
“May, I'm embarrassed..lagian yes if Abi is concerned about the same thing.” Maya is back.
“Ren, trust me, Abi it's obviously like you. From the way he treats you, and he's patient with you, I'm sure one hundred percent he likes you too. Only he hesitates to make his feelings real, afraid you are not comfortable because you have not known for long.” is clearly maya at length. Is everything Maya said true? Does Abi really like me too?
“You have the number, right?”
“Number?” Maya nodded. Well, I do have the phone numbers of some of the computer club boys including Abi. But I asked him just as a formality on the grounds that just in case I wanted to ask him something about the program, I could just call. Of course I never did because the reason I joined wasn't really for studying computers.
“Make what?” ask again.
“Yes, make a call to him, or send a message, WA. Ask him where that is, so you can talk. We can know each other from heart to heart. Continue if it is comfortable you can..”.
“May..may..stop! Stop!” Maya instantly stopped her unreasonable chatter.
“Why?”
“It's too extreme, May. No, I don't want to, I can't.” Maya folded her hands on her chest while narrowing her eyes.
“If so, we can use a way that is not extreme.”
“Means?”
“Because you do not want to call or send WA, how if you write a letter!” maya said with a smile displaying her teeth. Maya has two canines on the front that make her look like a dracula.
“Letter? That's really it, May. So ancient!” I swear by what, someone is still writing love letters today? Sometimes Maya ideas are too wild to be hard to digest.
“Justeru because old-fashioned it so memorable, Ren. Ancient is identical to vintage, and vintage is exclusive impression. You don't know if vintage is now expensive? I'll bet you, surely Abi has never been sent a love letter from any girl.” Now Maya's story sounds very convincing.
“Lagian, Ren, if you write a letter, you can feel your feelings more comfortably. You can write everything you race without being directly related to Abi.”. I didn't respond to anything and just turned my eyes the other way. Of course with a brain that keeps thinking, should I try?
***
I decided to try the only safe way Maya suggested, but in reality, I was dizzy thinking about this only way. I had been sitting at my desk for almost three hours, and I found myself staring at the poster of Albert Einstein in front of me. With writing paper that is still smooth without stains. It turns out that this feeling that I feel even though in writing is very difficult to express. I was confused as to what to write, even I could not find the right word as the opening word.
I sighed, then leaned my back while staring blankly at the paper on my desk. My head was about to break, but suddenly the corner of my eye caught a piece of paper popping out of the pile of books on my study table. I pulled it, which was apparently a picture of a random butterfly of a lizard. My lips immediately smiled, this is the first picture I made when Kindergarten first, in the upper corner there are teachers with grades A. I remember, this was my first A grade! A has always been my motivation.
Like getting enlightenment, I straightened my back and held onto my pen. I'll try it, I can!
