SECRET Love High School
Longs
Ajeng was very busy with his script, he often went home late at night and returned to campus in the morning. Kak Ana is also busy with the agility of her organization, reportedly she will run for the chair of BEM Faculty. Every time I go back to the boarding house I find an empty room, I feel very bored.
School holidays have come next month I will be in a new class. I intend to pack first-class books so that the bookshelves in my boarding house can be used to store second-class books later.
While tidying up the books last semester I found a little book I remember it was Dimas's, he gave it to me when he was about to take the quarantine of the robotics race. At that time he said I could read it when I missed it, but until I found it I had never read it. I opened the random page of the book and I found a poem that seemed to be intended for me.
Fat Woman
My life is dim
Stranger in a language I don't understand
I want to cry
I want to go back
Then he lit a fire of spirit
And drive away deserted for me
Someday I'll make him fat
With his own good food in my kitchen
Someday I'll make him fat
By sleeping lazily with cute kids in my bed
D.N
I smile at her reading, annoying but funny I like. If I go to the next page and I come across another piece of writing, I'm not sure what it's called. It consists of a very annoying sentence.
Krasiva Eka Putri 2
He's fierce like a dog but beautiful like heaven, maybe he's a dog from heaven!
D.N
This time I laughed, although quite upset if it is true that he who was meant in the writing was me. Once again I opened a random page of the book and found some poems devoted to me.
Gorgeous
I'm most afraid of Dad
Because it proved do’a his mustajab
She named her first daughter Krasiva
And as the name implies she is beautiful
I like
D.N
Longs
Breath feels tight
The chest feels heavy
Irregular heart rate
Anxious can't sleep
Dizziness and sweating
I went to the doctor
I thought I had a heart attack
I just miss seeing his smile
D.N
Unknowingly I shed tears, I felt back the emotions within me.
“Dimas, I miss!”
-*-*_*-*-
Krasiva Eka Putri 11
I once said “you are beautiful”, He is angry
I once said “you are like angel”, He is angry
Ever I “smile”, She's upset
I told you “you're fierce”, He laughed
I say again “you're fierce”, He's angry
That's how it is, harder than math
D.N
Krasiva Eka Putri 9
“Include me Eka defending champion”
That day I thought I had beaten him
He is still a champion and survives in my heart
D.N
Krasiva Eka Putri 10
You Dimas?
Since that day I have been asking questions
How does he know?
I think he stole my ribs
D.N
Krasiva Eka Putri 18
She was crying because she missed Mother
If she misses me she cries, doesn't she?
D.N
My cousin Raka approached me sitting on the balcony. He was the same age as me, his home in Depok at that time he and his family were on vacation to my house to commemorate the haul of the Embah. He found me crying. I hurriedly wiped my tears and let him sit down.
“What book can make Eka cry?” raka asked me while looking at Dimas' notebook in my hand
“Ah this is a regular notebook,” I replied while keeping the book in a pants pocket
“Lu can tell me the same if you want,” said Raka later.
I just keep quiet, I don't want to tell Raka, actually at that time I really need a friend for the story. But I'm afraid if Mommy will know I had time to date the same Dimas problem I haven't told Mommy.
“Lu can trust me, the problem if in the pendem himself ntar so acne,” Raka tease me then I started to tell my problem to him
“So you're actually going to be the same Dimas what Abas?” tanya Raka ensured the existence.
I became confused myself. At first I was pretty sure what I liked was Abas but now I'm doubting if I don't want Dimas.
“If from your story I thought Dimas wanted you to be happy so he would not mind if you guys turned into friends, now the problem is in you, he said, if indeed you do not want to be the same he should you do not need like this dong?” the words of Raka that night made me even more worried. What exactly was the feeling I felt for Dimas?
-*-*_*-*
Remembering Dimas' poem made me want to re-read the notebook. I take the little book that always accompanies me wherever I go from my bag.
Families
Nosy father and a disheveled Abah
Big brother and big brother
They often piss me off
But I always miss home
I always wanted to go home
Because family doesn't have to be perfect
Just what is is enough
If plus one is fierce it will definitely be complete
D.N
Reading it makes me miss the house and I can't wait to meet the chatty Mother, the father who always spoils me, my sister Dwi who is a protestant and also her sweet boyfriend.My mood became excited, my heart was very excited, I saw the clock in the hand, apparently five hours had passed.
“Huft is still a long time,” my murmur complains to myself.
Wanting to change the mood I walked to the restoration carriage that was right in front of my carriage.
“Mas please one bottle of mineral water that is not cold yes,” I ordered a drink on the restoration officer
“Add another mas, but using coffee,” suddenly Dimas appeared next to me surprised me, he ordered the same as me but plus coffee mas flight attendant train confused with his order.
“Eh you! Want a coffee pesen means?” I asked Dimas while laughing, he could always melt the atmosphere
“He is the only one who can understand me,” he replied asserting my question in a way that sucks.
“Aren't you having a magh pain? How did Ntar relapse on the train?” asku reminded Dimas of his old illness
“It's understanding, attention again, about what's wrong if I so want to be the same mas?” dimas asked the flight attendant, who irritated me and hit him, laughing and taking Dimas' coffee order.
After that we sat at the corner table of the restoration carriage continuing the nostalgia of the pending.
“Thank you hot chocolate,” I said starting the conversation
“No need,” the answer is relaxed
“Why?” ask me confused
“Let me not need to thank his coffee paidiin,” Dimas replied while holding back a laugh
“Who wants to pay? Basic!” I said sewot but laughed
Fifteen years have passed but Dimas is still the same, annoying and reckless. In the end of course I paid for the coffee. I miss Dimas that way. It pisses me off, but it keeps what he says.
-*-*_*-*-
“Your hair is good now huh? More beautiful than the one in retirement at that time,” Praise Dimas to me makes me ashamed
“Thanks don't?” ask me on Dimas
“Do not,” reply Short Dimas
“Why?” ask me while laughing
“So I don't have to thank you if you want to praise me too,” he replied with a laugh
“Who would praise you? Hahahaha,” I laughed off
“Eh but I'm serious, your hair is beautiful not kriwul kayak first, yes even though you kriwul is also beautiful,” said Dimas makes me embarrassed “How are the kriwul gang? still exist?” ask Dimas later
“I lost contact with them, the last time I met ya at High School graduation,” I replied making the atmosphere stiff
“If Abas, ugly him now!” said Dimas who suddenly discussed Abas, like knowing if I wanted to ask him but hesitated.
“Means?” ask me curious
“Fat, distended, cussed,” Dimas replied with a laugh
“Hahaha who is really you?” many do not believe
“Totally! well indeed men if it has become the father of the majority turned into distended, fat, ugly not to take care of busy playing with his son that's why I'm still single, not ready ugly hahahahaha,”
“Abas is married?” many make sure
“Have two kids instead,” This information I want to know.
Everyone including Abas has found his happiness but I still revolve around my own world.
“Eka, Eka... Woooiii,” Dimas jolt woke me from the reverie “Dream?” tanyanya later
“Eh sorry, if you?” ask me to shift the subject
“Truly not here anymore huh? I said I was single, ” Dimas replied while drinking his coffee
“But already have a girlfriend right?” ask me to continue the conversation.
I didn't want Dimas to see me daydreaming after talking about Abas. He did not know about my relationship with Abas and although it was a long time ago I did not want Dimas to know about it. Let what passes pass.
“Not yet, if you?” Back to asking
“I? Not yet,”
“But?”
“Ngak use but” answered me while smiling nosy
“But use anyway,” replied Dimas no less nosy as if he knew there was something I was hiding
“Hahahahaa, yes I do, this is me coming home in order to be fooled,” I replied with a laugh
“Mau?” ask Dimas curiously
“Entahlah do not know how the person, he knows only his friend's son Father,”
“But you want to be in soulwin?” ask Dimas to make sure
“How else can not find yourself, hahahahaaa,” I try to make the atmosphere not stiff
“What are you looking for anyway? Sorry, you're beautiful, okay, pinter, how could no one want to?”
Dimas' question seemed to cut my heart. I don't know what I'm looking for, I never even thought about it. Seeing me speechless long enough Dimas asked again
“You already know who will be betrothed to you? at least kepo it, you have a sosmed right?”
“Not yet know the name how do you want kepo? look at it later, I can't choose,” I replied as I opened my bottle
“Say you're not really interested!” dimas replied seriously to me with shock at his reaction
“Means?” ask me curious
“There may be people who do not want to know with whom he will be betrothed, how he looks, his personality, his environment, at least his name, there must be curiosity, he said, you will marry for yourself not for Dad or anyone else,” Dimas said as if being annoyed at me, I do not understand why he was upset.
“You yourself are not married, what are you looking for?” ask me as if I'm upset
“I'm not looking, I've found since far away, just that he doesn't want,”
“She hasn't got a boyfriend?”
“Indeed not yet, because he was angry that I called a girlfriend,” somehow I feel that the word is meant for me
“You're cheeky,” I replied pretending to be angry
“I don't know what has made you like this, the Eka I know is plain but she won't take for granted what she doesn't want” she replied seriously.
I remember the time I broke up with Dimas and I ruined his dream.
“I'm sorry Mas, that time because I wanted to break up you so failed to achieve your dream,”
My words that were accompanied by tears seemed to remind Dimas of that time as well. That night we reminisce through the twists and turns of memory hills that sometimes sloping sometimes also steep.
