Short Story (Cerpen)

Lovenesia, Illness Forgetting Love

Category: Romantic Love Short stories

Title: Lovenesia, The Disease of Forgetting Love

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'Huuuuh.' I took a deep breath from my mouth, then slowly I started to open my eyes.

'This is our new High School Art teacher. Mr. Andrian' said Ms. Andin while patting my shoulder. I just understood, What was in the headmaster's mind was to introduce me to the other fellow teachers, I stood up for a moment to introduce myself. With a smile I looked at my colleagues in this teacher's room, saw at a glance, many faces that were no stranger to me. Faces that I know so well, faces that used to punish me for not doing PR, faces that inexplicably scared me to look at them for too long, that is their faces, that is, their faces, My High School teachers. Yep, today I officially became a teacher at my old school. SMAN 1 bakti jaya.

A sunny Monday to start attending High School class again, meet the wooden bench again. Accompanying this morning I was immediately greeted by a number of divisions in the teaching time schedule to determine in which class I will start teaching at this High School. A piece of paper I received also contained a list of the code numbers of teachers and classes they would teach, including me of course. The results have been decided, the teacher with code number 43, Andriansyah will teach classes in IPA, IPS and Languages. That means I was immediately trusted to teach all 3rd grade on my first day of teaching, indeed Miss Andin, senior art teacher and Principal of this High School has given more confidence to me, I really feel the spirit of teaching for him.

Scheduled digital school bells ring out loud spread throughout this High School, the first hour mark of the school starts today. At first glance I saw a seagull on a fir tree flying in shock at the deafening sound of the school bell that heard it. It's so different from the iron bell I heard the last time I was a high school student at this school all those years ago. I explored corridor by corridor, to my left right a pot'pot complete with various types of flowers accompanying each path to my first class, class 3 IPA 1. And here it is, I arrived. 'This room?' I said in my heart when I suddenly stopped at the door, cold sweat slowly surfaced on my forehead, once again I saw the signboard of this class, this is class 3 IPA 1, right, The room that was seven years ago was Class 3 IPS 1, the last class of my High School.

Back to the class I had left seven years behind in the teaching gap, when the students were doing the assignment I had just given in this odd semester. I sat on the teacher bench looking at the corners of the class, my gaze pointing to a point. In the back corner is where I used to sit, at the corner by the window, which is also my favorite place to look secretly at a student I was expecting and her class was behind this class, grade 3 IPA 1. But I don't know, I tried to remember as hard as I could, but now I completely forgot what the name of the girl I liked was, without even remembering her name, I try to forget the classic story of my High School romance.

At first glance, a lot has changed from the decoration of this class, but I still hear the whispers of laughter of my classmates, jokes and jokes that are now replaced by the faces of students of this generation. Since seven years ago, none of the high school reunions I attended. My busyness in college, then looking for work, and overseas cities far from this city became the strongest reason. Until now the phone number of high school friends in my HP can also be calculated with fingers, one by one I have removed because I have not actively contacted. Until unexpectedly two weeks ago I got a job letter that left me stranded in the city, to my High School. I really miss my high school friend.

One by one my classes went in, teaching all day for 8 hours really made me tired. The school bell rang an hour ago. The teacher room is now quiet, only I am left to clear my teaching file. It was 2pm, I rushed home and picked up my bike in the teacher's parking lot. I stopped for a moment in front of the basketball court I passed, when one basketball located in the middle of the court caught my attention. I would love to play a difficult sport for me. I was not good at sports, including basketball. But the curiosity of trying to play alone was overcome by my sense of ability throughout the day of teaching. I left the basketball without touching it, and I rushed home.

Day Change. And now here I am, on the bench on the sidelines of the basketball court in the afternoon, the rain has just vanished from the sky, leaving water droplets still falling on the branches of the fir trees on the edge of the field, and the, leaving the smell of the first rainy land for this High School, the distinctive aroma that never changed, from the past, since when I was a student at this High School. Even a month I've been teaching art, and I'm here lamenting my strange illness. Yep, I have a psychological disease that not many people know, not even my own family members know.

'LoveNesia', as soon as I mentioned the name of my illness. Do not ask where the scientific name came from, because I am the one who made it myself. Simply put LoveNesia is the disease of forgetting what is called the Feeling of Falling in love. I know I've been in love, but I can't remember what it's like to be in love. Every time I fall in love, I feel like falling in love for the first time, always so and over and over again. I have never loved the same person a second time. Worse I also unconsciously forget all the identities of the people I once loved slowly. Now, all my ex-girlfriends, I can't remember. The only thing I remember about my love story is: I have felt love seven times for the first time. I hate this disease so much, I've wanted to live like a normal person who knows his ex-girlfriend, who remembers falling in love, but it's a pity that no psychiatric psychiatrist or doctor can treat this disease.no, and I'm sure all the symptoms of the disease, starting from this High School.

Seven years ago it was the first time I ever fell in love. Even though I can't remember the girl's name, I can't even remember how I felt about her. All I remember about him is his eyes. He has beautiful eyes. Maybe that's what makes me love? But I don't know, I don't remember.

I didn't stay silent either, one afternoon after school I borrowed the school file to find out who my first love was. I accidentally sneaked into the school Archives room and borrowed my class yearbook. I thought, by finding the information, I could meet him and there was a chance that I could get instructions on how to treat my LoveNesia disease. I opened those dusty yearbook sheets seven years ago, my focus was on class 3 IPA 1, a class I believed to be my first love class. But unfortunately, out of all the photos of the women in that class, no one has eyes like her that I remember. At 16:43. It was getting late, and I was getting confused.

I guess the yearbook I borrowed from the School Archive didn't help me. This thick school archive only contains photo data and the address of my class students that must have changed a lot after seven years.So with HP numbers, only a few HP numbers that I know are still active, he said, maybe not in the tens, but my HP number is still the same as the one I used seven years ago.

The sound of crickets accompanies the atmosphere of Maghribku this time. A quiet night when I was sitting on the terrace of the house, I opened one by one a sheet of new magazine SMA 1 Bakti Jaya which just published last week. Suddenly Hpku vibrated the sign there was an SMS Entry. I opened the message, apparently from an unknown number:

“143″

I don't understand this message. Just call that unknown number. But what I get is the operator's answer 'The number you are going to is not active'. I was amazed and began to wonder what the meaning of the SMS content. I don't know if I'm no stranger to '143'. I put my head on the chair while breathing a long breath.I clear my mind for a moment, maybe it's just a stray SMS or a prank SMS. I also chose to read the magazine again regardless of the meaning of the SMS.

My attention was immediately focused on the sentence 'Reuni Akbar', a column that I read in the magazine SMA bakti jaya this. Another week will be held a grand reunion held in the Hall of High School and I just knew it. Obviously this was my chance to meet my old friends and more importantly, it was also my chance to meet my first love and find a way to treat this LoveNesia I was suffering from.

A week was aground. I saw the Hall Building ready for tonight's event. Tonight is Akbar's reunion night. But I'm still here, on the sidelines of a basketball court in the afternoon after school. I don't know, I know I'm not a basketball player, but I feel calm sitting here, like I am.

'I LOVE YOU' I wrote that sentence on the ground, if I fell in love maybe that simple sentence I said to the person I love. Strangely, now I'm just like a teenager who's never been in love, doesn't know what it's like to be in love. I don't even remember my last ex's name. Everything about Asmara is automatically lost from my memory. 'I LOVE YOU', I repeated those words many times. I don't know who I say that sentence to, I still can't remember.

I re-read SMS '143', what does SMS mean? Is that a code? Sandi?. Or do not. My eyes are wide open to see the sentence I wrote myself on the ground.

'I LOVE YOU'

'I' consists of 1 letter

'LOVE' consists of 4 letters

And 'YOU' consists of 3 letters.

Yep, '143' is an expression of love, I'm sure of it.

But who? My head suddenly felt heavy and dizzy, my eyes opened and grew darker, again, again and again until I could see nothing. I was still conscious, but my body was too limp to move. Silently, I was bowed in this basketball court seat with my eyes closed. I began to see glimpses of light in my dark vision. I saw the shadow of a high school girl with the eyes of the girl I once loved, standing right in the middle of this basketball court holding a basketball, she shouted my name. 'Andri!!!' he shouted, the wind blew his short hair. But my gaze was focused only on that look of my eyes, it was beautiful.

'Deg'. I was instantly aware of that dark state. If my guess is correct, it's part of my first lost love story. My body still feels cold. I see my hands shaking. And it felt like something strange was happening to my bloodstream, to my heartbeat. I realize I've felt this before. For the first time I remember what it was like to fall in love. Yeah, it's like being in love. I felt closer to the cure for the LoveNesia I had.

'Where is he?' my thinking. 'Where was my first love?'

Andin's voice came from a loudspeaker inside the hall. The headmaster officially opened the reunion. I gave up, I wish I could find him, in the hall.

'i am very grateful, because of the implementation of this grand Reunion event' the voice of Bu Andin rambling gave a welcome event. 'Heh, boring'.

Just sitting in the very back seat of this hall. The sound of your mom in front of the stage no longer ignored me. One by one my guests saw me from behind, especially the female guests. I wish suddenly there was one of those I saw facing backwards and that was my first love. It's strange, even now I don't remember his name.

Still a welcome event, this time the speech was delivered by the chairman of the organizing committee. He said he was still a cousin of Andin. I honestly started to sleepy for too long listening to the reception.

'Assalamualaikum Wr. Wb.' greeting the chairman of the committee, a voice that seems familiar. I looked at that stage. And…

'Wa'

'Wa'

'Wa.a...WaAlaikum greetings'

My spit is swallowed reflexively. Therehewas. That's my eyes. First love. For the first time I realized I had 'Fell in love again to the same person'.

'Hi temen temen, still on inget not to me?, I'm Dinda natasyah. Long time no see yah' continued the welcome.

Din-da-na-ta-sa. Jamb. I'm silent. I keep looking at that face. Without blinking, without making a sound. My brain was empty for a moment

Then I remembered everything.

Dinda Natasyah, my first love. She's in class 3 IPA 1. The class is right behind my class. Behind class 3 IPS 1. I used to be close as his best friend. Even though I couldn't play basketball, every afternoon I accompanied him to basketball practice. I've always loved her, her eyes are what I love the most. Every school break I used to be silent watching her from my classroom window.

It's a shame I had to lose him when he decided to change schools in the final semester of 3rd grade because his family moved out of town. I remember the last day before she moved out of High School. It was the afternoon after school on the basketball court.

'Andri…!!!' dinda shouted from the basketball court at the time. She was crying in front of me. It was clear that he did not want to change schools. And that's when, at our last meeting, I dared to express love for the first time.

'Dinda I like you, no matter I you know as your best friend all along. Actually. I actually love you.' My expression suddenly silenced Dinda from her crying. Our eyes are sharp. We got closer to each other, Dinda got closer, got closer to me. Our faces were almost met and 'Plak!!!' Dinda slapped my cheek really hard.

'Why just say now stupid!!, now we can't be together.' Shouted Dinda in front of my face.

I'm confused, huh, meaning? You like me too?'

'Oh, uh GR. One four three Andri' Dinda smiled. But honestly, I didn't understand what that meant.

That's what I remember the last time I saw Dinda. This explains why I didn't find the picture in my yearbook. And now I see him again after seven years. Him, on stage there. Without him knowing I still love him like seven years ago. Today I look back into my eyes, it's like a Time Machine to me, when I look at it I fall back in love. Unfortunately, seven years have passed, his love may have been owned by someone else. I don't know, maybe I should just forget about it. I couldn't even get to her, I was afraid to even get along with her. I avoided it until the reunion was over.

Basketball court chair, afternoon after school. I'm still here. A sense of regret and confusion lodged in my mind 'Why didn't I approach her?' muttered

It turns out forgetting Dinda wasn't as easy as I imagined. I fell down that afternoon. LoveI's illness is gone now somewhere. But I also have to forget about Dinda. Silent. I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

'Yes, enter!!!' a woman's voice rang out.a basketball went right into the basketball net in front of me.

'Hi dri, how are you? Long time no see yah' said Dinda to me.

Dinda walked over to me, and I could not believe she was here right now. Dinda got closer, closer, right in front of my eyes.

'Andri, I have something to tell you. Listen well well, because I won't review it' Dinda shut up for a moment to take a breath.

'One four three, I LOVE YOU' he said. Dinda hugged me. Still silent because of disbelief. 'I love you too' I replied in his arms.