Short Story (Cerpen)

With you

Category: Love Story

Title: With You

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'Luckily you've come, the opening of the race is intermittent again starting tuh.' Mr. Sartono's religious teacher at Junior High School 2 Mataram where I went to school – nagged me who came in a hurry running small from the school gate.

'Sorry sir late, the others have come?'

'There's already the same Imam…'

'Eh brother Fer has come.' Imam's voice broke Mr. Sartono's words, I did not hear whose name was he called. 'ah Imam, come where is the opening place? We go straight there?.' I pulled the hand of the Imam to take him to the opening. 'wait Anggun first brother.' The priest released his hand from his grasp. 'eehh, who is Graceful?' i'm astonished.

'Doesn't this guy know our team? Can be smart carefully everywhere three brother.' The priest pointed towards the child sitting under the mango tree.

'Cepet members!' The priest waved his hand to the boy.

'Yes, wait.' The boy stood up and ran towards us.

Her name is Graceful, Anggun Aprillia Sani. This is the beginning of the story I know him. A cute, cute, cute little boy – cheeks kayak bakpao chubby – cheerful and sweet child. We were at that time following the MFQ ' Musabaqoh Fahmil Qur'an race, a careful intelligent race in the field of Islam. We're a team. The priest of class 8A: me, Ferry, Firyal Dhiyaul Haqqi 'no element of the word 'Ferry' in my full name, all asking so, I don't know – of class 9H: and he, I don't know, Graceful from class 7A.

'Sorry old brother.' That cheerful face smiled sweetly at me. 'oh yeah that's okay.' I smiled back at him. 'ayo kak.' The priest is pulling my hand back now.

The race was held in Junior High 1, located next to our Junior High. We got the 1st champion. And get to the city level.

'Good son.' Mr. Sartono greeted us outside the room.

'Alhamdulillah was a simple matter because Anggun who chose the problem.' The priest is seen sumringah after leaving the race room.

'Yes, our system was given the choice of the matter in the envelope. Each team takes 1 question. Keep taking Graceful. Waaahhh is very lucky.' I explained it to Mr. Sartono who was smiling to see us get a champion. 'Yes you already know Fer, do not need you to explain.' Mr. sartono patted my shoulder. Graceful just smiling. Apparently he's still embarrassed by his upperclassmen. Understandably, he is still a 7th grader. We just got on a team.

At the city level, we won the 3rd place, although Anggun again took the easy matter, but his opponents were all smart. They are from the Madrasah school. Getting the 3rd place makes Imam a little bit sad, maybe he feels guilty because he is the spokesman for our team, he feels responsible, but it is a team race, he said, so there is nothing to blame, victory is the victory of the team, and defeat is also the defeat of the team. I'm holding the Imam. Graceful also looks sour. The race was over in the afternoon. We took pictures with the finalist team to be published in the Lombok Post newspaper. That day was long. Although disappointed, we have at least done our best, for our team, and for our school.

After that day, school life went on as usual. The race is over, and our school custom is to announce the results of the competitions that the students follow after the Monday ceremony is over. The three of us went forward. I met Anggun again at that time. She smiled sweetly greeting me, 'Hi brother, long time no see, hehe.' The morning was bright, and his greeting added to the cheer that morning.

'Sister Fer!' The priest came from the south.

'Figures, Imam.' I smiled at those who greeted me warmly.

That day we looked great in our school, going forward, witnessed by all the school residents to be given a trophy as a symbolization, because the trophy will be displayed in the school cupboard.

After that proud Monday, I rarely met them. I was also busy preparing for the national exam. I was in 9th grade. Time to focus on getting into my dream High School, State High School 1 Mataram. Who doesn't want that High School? Contains the best children on the island of Lombok. Children's choices. How proud to wear the high school uniform. Also because my brother who was there first became my spirit. Because all this time I've been following in his footsteps. SD is the same, SMP is also, and SMA should be the same as it.

A month passed, returning to normal life. With crazy classmates. My colleague named Adit – he playboy, very playboy, the face is mediocre, standard is, I'm also – story-telling at break time. He told me that he just mutusin his new girlfriend – mutusin new girlfriend? Crazy this – kid who is a 7D grader, his name is Rina, I know him. As long as she's dating this Playboy Adit, she's been confiding in me a lot. So he knows that I'm Adit's best friend.

Especially after she was cut off with Adit, Rina became my texting friend every night. He confided, upset he said, understand the children of Junior High vulnerable upset. He broke up with Adit for me the same Rina so deket – relationship brother-sister what is his name – because I have considered him as his own sister. Kasian the boy, apparently too in love with the same name Adit. Fucking playboy.

I used to mess around with Rina's class. For some reason, after being close to him, it seemed like a liking' appeared. After 7th grade to 9th grade semester 1 I fell in love with an Arabic crossbred boy named Ismi, now moving to this 7D grade kid. But Rina apparently likes' my friend, my friend SD, her name is Hadi. Galau, it's my theme every night 'once again, Junior High is vulnerable.

Until one day, I was with Hadi messing around with his class, Rina. It's a break hour. Viewing Spendu – short name SMP 2 – from above 2nd floor.

'Hey deck!' it was Graceful, I greeted her after seeing her walk with her friend heading towards me.

'Yes sis?' she smiled sweetly as usual.

'Nnggg... Can you ask for a HP number?' I don't know what was on my mind at the time, I could suddenly talk to the point. I'm confused myself. It was the first meeting after a long time without seeing him.

'By brother.' Gracefully nodded with a shy smile.

'In, write dong number HP Anggun nih.' Hadi who holds my cellphone immediately recorded it.

'Make yes deck.' I smiled at him. 'yes sister.' Gracefully smile back. Then go with his friend.

Since I and Anggun met about a month ago at the MFQ event, I don't know Anggun's HP number, never crossed to ask for it at that time. I don't know why it was so sudden, it just happened. The feeling in Rina was still there, but in this Anggun what was her name? Again, SMP time is vulnerable.

Apparently the Adit had found a replacement for the Rina, directly, he was a playboy. Well, I don't think I'm a guy like him, how can I? I also have to stop liking Rina. I have to learn from Adit. Here are many sweet girls, veiled, pity. It's actually easy to move on. There is Anggun. I'm also actually again decked out with a 9F grade girl, her name is Ayu. She's beautiful, kind, and most importantly, she likes me too. I confided with Ayu about Rina, not knowing what she was doing when I confided to her about Rina. But Ayu is a good listener. Maybe his heart hurts, I don't know.

There was also a girl who made me interested at that time, her name was Aini. The 9I grade. He was originally a 9G class, when there was a class expansion program, he was moved. But that feeling was just a casual liking. Because she's sweet, pretty, white, chubby, veiled. So like' aja. Yeah, that's my kind of girl. But I don't know him. Shame I got acquainted. So forget.

The night feels lonely. Who was always accompanied by Rina, now she is with Hadi. I remembered with Grace. I'll take HP. 'Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Graceful, how are you?' this is my first text to Anggun. Sorry, although the time of Junior High is what Alaayy said, but I'm not as alay as you think. I write regular sms.

'Wa'alaikumsalam, who is this?' before long Graceful replied to that sms.

'This is Ferry's brother, Masi inget right?'

'Ooohhh, Brother Feeerrryyy, how are you? Graceful all right! :D' looks so graceful to receive a text from me. Not kePD. But look really from the way he replied to sms. So exuberant.

I also told you all about Rina to Anggun. And he said, 'I'm here, brother, same sister, I'm gonna make you eat Rina.' That answer calms me down. It was nice to know Grace. The days have become more colorful since our closeness. I can forget about Rina, I can totally forget about her. I like it Gracefully. I don't want to lose him. I've considered it like my own sister. He also thinks of me as his own brother.

'Aren't we making a promise?' Gracefully listen to a song to me. 'This is our song, brother.' Gracefully smiled. I'm speechless. Listen to that song. 'Brother promise yes will always be there, keep Anggun, promise ya' Anggun extend his pinky finger sign of agreement. 'yes brother promise deck.' He smiled broadly at hearing that.

That promise is remembered to this day. Every time I hear that song, I remember Grace. Remembering her little finger who asked for a deal.

Two months later, we lost contact between us. I don't know why I think something's changed from Graceful. I don't know what the cause is. Until then.

'Sister, Graceful tired, hurt as a guy.' That sms went into my HP.

'Why deck? Who?'

'Anggun want to change schools, Anggun want to go to Jakarta. Move over there.' I was surprised to read that text. Without answering the text, I headed to Anggun's house to find clarity.

'Assalamu'alaikum, Anggun.' Long waited for the door to open. 'wa'alaikumsalam' it was not Anggun, it was Faras, his brother. I know Faras doesn't agree I'm close to Anggun. Because he's his best friend Ayu – 9F class too, so he assumes I'll play his dick. Her face was unfriendly, but she kindly called out Graceful to me. 'Fine, there's a Ferry!'

That night I got clarity that surprised me. 'Sister, Anggun tired of waiting.' I'm astonished. 'The dragon wants to hear that sentence from brother.' Wait a minute, I'm wondering. What's this really about? 'What's the deck?', 'Anggun likes brother, Anggun want to be sister's boyfriend, Anggun want to listen to brother say love to Anggun.' I'm aghast. How not, a new-age Graceful who expresses her feelings directly to me. I'm speechless. I looked into her teary eyes. Eyebrows wrinkling. 'Do you want to move to Jakarta? Just because of that?' I tried to smile as if to invite him to smile too. His head fell in silence. 'Grandpa, sister does not want to date with Anggun, Anggun already considered as sister brother own. Yes brother likes it too Anggun, brother admits it, but brother does not want to date the same Anggun. Can't deck. Sorry.' Gracefully became quiet. He raised his face. She smiled, though tears fell on her cheeks. That was the last smile I saw. 'Brother deck fare. Sorry yes.' I don't know how Graceful it was, which obviously must have hurt.

'Dek don't cry.' I tried to smile at him. He returned my smile. O God what I did tonight. Night looks dark ' although generally the night is dark – but the night feels darker than usual. I'm leaving for Anggun. In the middle of the road continued to imagine her sweet smile earlier. Am I sorry? Seems not. The road felt long and long.

After that, I went back to losing contact with him. A month passed and I heard that he was dating a non-Muslim. At that time I was really sorry. I feel unable to take care of my own sister, unable to take care of her. Where's that promise? Did I break it? Or is it Grace that makes me break that promise?

One semester has passed. 'Fer, there's good news.' Naufal 'my best friend – calls while showing sms in his HP. I told her all about Grace. He's a good friend. From the family of a judge and a doctor. Without all knowing 'including her – me and Naufal fell in love with the same woman back then, our classmate. A familiar woman, no stranger to me. But I don't want to talk about it here. 'What's fal?' i wonder. 'The people want to go back to you he said!' Back away? I'm astonished. 'Yes, he wants to apologize to you. He said he lost his brother. Great news, bro!' I didn't feel happy at the time. That was the turning point of my relationship with him connecting again.

'Brother, sorry yes, Anggun lost brother. Masi inget brother is the same as our promise? Frankly Anggun heartache that night, he was thinking short and wanted to go from brother. Anggun lies say want to move to Jakarta, because they can not stand it.' Long width sms Anggun it. I'm glad he finally understood. 'Yes deck, it's okay, brother also apologized yes.'

It has been 3 years of my closeness to Anggun without any dispute. A very-ayem relationship. Now I'm in college. Admission to Unram Faculty of MIPA majoring in Physics. Anggun who is trying to get into SMA 1 must fail with his efforts. He is sad. But it is not graceful if it dissolves in sadness. She is now in SManda 2' High School, sitting in 11th grade. Long time this relationship has been going on. Friends, this brother-sister relationship only exists in Indonesia, do not know what is like the relationship of brothers, but this is what I live with Anggun. Those of you who are in Indonesia must have experienced it too.

Last night I called Anggun. He chatted, telling me about his High School days in Smanda. I miss hearing his voice, hearing his cheerfulness. It was so good to hear that noise. Ahaha.. It doesn't feel like life is going so fast. Anggun already has his world with his friends. The promise remains, and we remember it. The night was long, confiding, laughing together, making fun of each other. Although only by phone, but the warmth felt. The graceful cheer that I used to know was very visible.

'Dek, wait a minute, try to beat up.' Samar heard a song playing on the radio standing on a beige study table beside the mattress. 'This is our song.'

Looking at your bright face

Makes me smile happy

Beautiful world

Of course we have ever

Experiencing differences

We've been through

But I feel like I'm falling too deep

Your love…

I'm not gonna change

I don't want you to leave

Slavery

I'm loyal to take care of you

with yourself, you

I'll see you later

with you

When with you love

I feel happy

In your arms

I'm not gonna change

I don't want you to leave

His clan…

like you said

you'll be there

guarding, hugging myself

with your love

Recollecting that promise, those times, the times of my closeness with Anggun in Junior High. Graceful, it's because I like you so much that I don't want to date you. Because I didn't want to part with you, I refused that night. We were still Junior High then, the most unstable time in the world. A vulnerable and immature time. The kids in the Middle School were short-minded. No relationship will last long. There's none. Couples who are dating, if it has broken up, must be hostile ends, do not greet each other, continue to separate deh. There's no continuation. That's why I don't want to date with Grace. Because I don't want to lose him.

If you like someone, don't have to apply it to a relationship. Keep it if it is best for you, will express that feeling through a sacred promise if the right time comes.