SECRET Love High School
First Meeting
That afternoon as usual I made an agreement with Dimas for an afternoon run in the square. Dimas in addition to his brain diluted muscles are also hard, I seem to have told you if he was a running athlete during Junior High School. At High School he participated in basketball. With a handsome face and athletic posture, many women screamed at him every time he competed on the field. Dimas has a lot of fans, I admit he deserves to be admired.
Back in the afternoon, I'd been running alone long enough, not usually Dimas late. Tired of running I took a break straightened my legs while just wetting my throat, suddenly someone pushed me from behind until I almost toppled over but he pulled me back to make me shocked half dead.
“Thank you not tulungi” said Dimas which means good thing I saved. Dimas made me choke on the water I was drinking. Sometimes the discrepancy is too late.
He laughed as usual while patting my back and apologizing. But I was upset and forgiven him, and I saw that behind him a man was following him.
She is cute face like a baby, her skin is clear white and her lips are red pomegranate, her smile is also sweet, if you notice her eyelashes are long and pliable, her eyes are round and brown, her hair is a little wavy she is more suitable to be called beautiful than handsome.
Actually I've seen him a lot with Dimas, they're almost always together. When I cried at the Dimas boarding house at that time it seemed like I also saw it among other Dimas boarding friends. I have been wanting to meet him for a long time, but I am ashamed.
That afternoon either because I finished running, shocked by the jokes of Dimas or indeed was the fall of love, my heart felt beating so hard that my ears were very clear to hear the beat. My body also feels very hot. And this is where my story begins.
“Known Ka, Abas my bedmate hahaha,”
Maybe because I kept looking at his friend and Dimas stood to introduce Abas to me while laughing. Dimas' typical laugh is idle and annoying. I just smiled a little at the cute guy in front of me and he returned my smile while pushing Dimas' shoulder, he looked embarrassed. Aah she's so cute to be so shy.
If you know Abas' smile is as sweet as a baby smile that can make everyone who looks at him smile. If you knew him, you might understand why I fell in love at first sight with Abas. I can't express it in words. His smile was soothing to the soul.
“So you have a name Eka?” Ask Abas who seems to know a lot about me. Dimas the big mouth likes to gossip about me I think.
“What are the Dimas stories about me?”
I asked to make sure that Dimas didn't tell me anything bad about me but somehow my way of speaking became weird. It felt that this tongue was stiff and the rhythm of the heartbeat that was increasingly awkward made me become misbehaved, afraid that Abas would be able to hear it.
“About which is fine kok hehehe, accompany Abas warming ya Ka, I want to run first” replied Dimas while tightening his shoelaces
“Will you not warm up first?” I asked Dimas who was ready to run. Perhaps he had warmed up before leaving for the square.
“No need, look at you already hot hahaha,”
Dimas laughed as he took his first steps starting the run. That's how Dimas who if he likes to talk. If new to know maybe people will be offended or misunderstood. But I'm used to that kind of attitude.
“What are the Dimas stories about me?” I repeated my question that Abas had not answered.
“Very much, already like a fairy tale before going to bed,” replied Abas while starting a stretch on his neck and arms
“Seriously! What stories is he?” aska wants to know
“Says you have wings,”
“Yes, he said you can fly, he said you have flown to the moon and he said that your full moon can change,” Abas laughs
"Are I a unicorn?"
"Well, unicorns, why do I think wolves? wolves are wingless but sheep are hairy hahaha"
"Hahaha yes, then what else did he tell me about me?" I started to enjoy our conversation. A fun kid, he's friendly and likes to joke just like Dimas. The difference is that Dimas jokes like to feel bad while Abas jokes are fun and thrilling. Maybe because I like it.
"What else? oh yeah he said you were a smelly fart,"
“What? Keep believing?”
“Of course not, hhmmmm but he said you like bedwetting, that's right?”
"Dimas said that? Just yummy! That slander!” I replied annoyed but my lips were still developing a smile
“Hahahaha yesterday Dimas wet his bed,” Abas replied while laughing holding his stomach
“Hah wetting? The dimas? that right?” I was surprised to not believe it while holding back a little laughter.
“He’em, your dream he said,” this time Abas who held back laughter while I who at that time did not understand the meaning of Abas talk, even laughed.
“Hahaha messed up Dimas it, cook already SMA still wetting? what do the fans say if they know? hahaha, keep telling stories let alone him?” ask me curious
“hhmmmm, you are beautiful,” replied Abas with a sweet smile while running backwards leaving me, he started following Dimas who had run first.
I don't know why my heart beats faster than ever. I'm sure your word beautiful is said to imitate the idle words Dimas, yes Dimas is often said like that. But it felt so sweet when Abas said it. It felt like I was flying, my feet as if they were not touching the ground. I never thought if it was said beautiful by someone would be as brutal as this sensation.
Aaah that afternoon was perfect, a gentle breeze, a beautiful twilight and a cute man. I don't want to go home like that. I want to stop time so we can talk longer.
Unfortunately, a short conversation with Abas that afternoon was able to make me smile myself until the night was almost over. Every time I closed my eyes her smile seemed to be clearly floating in my mind. "You're beautiful" those words still echoed through my ears. Unable to sleep, I picked up a book and pencil. I started drawing the face that kept coming to my mind.
That was the beginning of my introduction to the beautiful friend Abas Dimas. The rowdy heart maker who colored my High School life. Abas is my secret, whose story I keep for myself.
I honestly still think about it. I wondered how it was, but I chose to ignore my curiosity. I'm not ready to just miss him. Until I finally met Dimas and went back to reminiscing about him.
Hi you, how are you?
