SECRET Love High School

Lousy

The night reached its peak, I found that Dimas did not take his eyes off me in the least. I feel so awkward, it doesn't feel good to cry like this in front of him.

“Sorry to make you see me crying, you're right, I'm indeed cry” I said as I wiped my tears and chuckled.

She didn't say a word, out of her pants pocket she took out a handkerchief, it was a handkerchief I gave her after Abah died.

“This is the old handkerchief? Still save it?” ask me for wonder

“Only that is the only thing left of you,” Dimas replied while changing his sitting position.

The atmosphere was getting awkward, I felt like a bad person had already left her just like that. Immediately I tried to melt the atmosphere.

“Where are you?” ask me later

“The plan was at Abah's house,” Dimas replied puzzling me, what does the plan mean? Where does he live now?

“Means?” my many do not understand

“I just moved from America, want to start a business in the village,” replied Dimas explained briefly

“Oh so, then what do you need from Jakarta?” I'm still curious

“After Citra married my parents moved to Jakarta, we gathered at Abah's house to commemorate the Abah” haul

“Then why are you alone? Where's your parents?”

“Initial, stop by Kak Putri”'s house

“Why not be with?”

“I still have business,”

“What field do you work in?”

“Programmer,”

“Great! once an engineer remains an engineer! Unlike me, I used to want to be a doctor and then a teacher and then a designer but eventually it became marketing hehehe,” I said with a laugh, he just smiled thinly, so thin that it hardly looked like a smile.

“You don't want to ask something about me?” I tried to lure him to talk who knows he wants to know about me too.

“I don't know what I don't know about you,” Dimas replied

“Indeed you know what about me? We haven't seen each other in a long time, I've changed a lot,” he didn't answer just looking me in the eye as if he said “I know everything!” I'm afraid of Dimas like this.

I racked my brain looking for another topic. Then I remembered the hot chocolate and a letter that Dimas had given me.

“So how do you know my seat? how do you know if I daydream again, lest you be a psychic? hehehe” I hope this time will manage to restore his mood

“I'm looking for you, but you're so dumb that you don't hear me calling so I guess you don't want to be disturbed,” he replied with a still flat expression.

I don't know why I'm so upset with him. I mean I've been trying to melt the atmosphere but she just keeps being cold like that.

“Final questions! Where did you learn jutek kayak gini? Didn't you know?” just get angry

“I miss Ka, miss you galakin,” he said with a smile but I did not melt.

If he behaves like that just to upset me, of course I will grant his request. I threw my face away and folded my hands in front of my chest.

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The night had packed to go, warmly slowly embracing the earth. I was still awake with a distant soul in the past. The train started to slow down and I saw outside the window the public cemetery, I remember one day when Dimas and I took the train without buying a ticket because the seats were full. At that time the management of Indonesian Railways was not as good as now, many people took the train without paying for tickets. There are also those who pay but do not get a seat. In the crowded train, there is a sale, there is a chicken, there is a sleeping on the floor of the train, there is a smoking, very uncomfortable.

That day we were still wearing school uniforms. We were standing next to the carriage door in the back of the carriage, dimas was standing behind me, keeping me from being pushed around by people.

“I won't ask you to date in a cemetery like that,” Dimas said as he pointed to several pairs of dating people in the graveyard behind the station.

“Dating? We broke up!” answer me jutek

“Yes, yes, I mean later if we date again,” Dimas replied confidently

“Ogah!” I replied angrily while putting the walkman earphones on my phone

Today either because it is still too early or there has been an order so I did not meet any children dating in the cemetery area. The train arrived at seven o'clock, I got off with my luggage, from afar I saw Dimas standing beside the station door. He was intentionally waiting for me.

“Acquired?” dimas asked as he pulled the bag I was carrying, he intended to bring it, I saw that he did not carry much luggage, only a backpack that was leaning on his back, so I just let him carry my bag.

“Iya, you?” my guess wants to know

“Udah bring cooking bag not invited together?” he smiled nosily as he walked away from me, I could only laugh at him. Dimas is very good at making people upset and happy at the same time.

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On arrival in front of the station I observed the atmosphere around the station. It was the station where Dimas and I waited for the train or even ran after the train that had started walking to take us home. The train from Jakarta only stopped at the big station so we had to get off at the city station.

I saw my sister Dwi with her boyfriend Ranti from a distance walking towards us. Dwi and Ranti have been dating for three years, Ranti's parents ask that Dwi immediately marry Ranti. My parents are urging me to get married soon. Mother does not want me to be stepped on by my sister. Said the Javanese would bring bad luck and make me a spinster. Everyone knows that I am a spinster now.

I graduated High School fifteen years ago, which means if any of my friends get married after graduating High School then it is likely that their son is already Junior High this year. At that time many girls in my village were married after graduating from High School. Their parents believe that a woman's destiny is to be a housewife whose job is to cook, manak, macak or 3M. Cooking is cooking, preparing food for the family. Childhood is giving birth and caring for children. Macak is dressing up to please her husband. Luckily my parents are modern and democratic parents. They freed me to choose my own way of life, even though in the affairs of the soul mate Mother is very chatty. I understand their concern, girls my age should already have a companion. Moreover, the age of the father is no longer young he is very expecting the presence of grandchildren.

“Mas Dimas when come from America?” asked Dimas, even my sister knew that Dimas lived in America. I've been so apathetic these fifteen years.

“It was last week, but stopped by in Jakarta first, how are you? What's busy now?” ask Dimas to Dwi

“I became a Kak” sports teacher

“Oh yes? Bugus that, where do you teach?” ask Dimas later

“A private High School in Surabaya, next month insyaalah want to take the CPNS test, prayer right Kak?” said Dwi asking for Dimas prayer

“Amin, it must be good to be a teacher, in the care of many beautiful students,” replied Dimas with a dreamy face.

“If the teacher like Kak Dimas guaranteed the students will be diligent in sports,” said Ranti made all laugh

“What are you busy with? Uh what was his name?” ask Dimas to Ranti

“Ranti mas, I still continue S2,” replied Ranti

“Wah, great! already beautiful, smart too, cepet in rabbi Wi selak digondol cat” goda Dimas to Dwi in Javanese which means 'fast in nakahi Wi before cat retrieval'. The cat in question is not an animal but a term to describe a striped male.

“Mangkanya Mbak Eka hunted in halalin so that I can immediately carry out what must be done hahahaha,” replied Dwi with a laugh

Dimas, Dwi and Ranti laughed together as if it was a funny thing. I can only drag Dwi from behind. Our seating formation at that time if described Dimas sitting in front beside Dwi who was driving the car. I sat behind Dimas and Ranti sat next to me right behind Dwi.

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