Short Story (Cerpen)

The Wrong (Part 2)

Category: First Love Story

Title: Wrong (Part 2)

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After school, I pedaled my bike carefully because my hands and feet were still quite sick. Arriving at home I changed clothes, and as usual I brought a supply of cheese bread in my lunch place.Don't forget I brought a rio jacket that he loaned me yesterday.

'where's the kundi going? Kan just came home from school' asked bi ina when I pulled the bike out of the garage.

'i want a bi's surgery'

'are his feet okay? Later sick again de”

'no bi, it's better. I'll go first bi. I won't be home too late. And aunt.' I also passed away from home.

I drove towards Rio's house, and when I got there, I,

'excuse me. excuse me…'

Then I read 'PENCET BEL' and then I pulled. How about the writing 'EAT THE BELL' I'll eat.

A few minutes later, there was a figure of Rio who opened the door. With red eyes and a thick jacket on his body.

'hi rio'

'the coffers, why come here?'

'want you to go back to the jacket that was yesterday, I gave it to Rio. Rio took it too

'i'm sick?'

'if you're not sick means healthy'

'if I'm healthy, what do you do?'

'are you sick?'

'I'm not sick!'

'means healthy?'

'ah. yep, come in' please'

'thank you he he he' he'

I went to Rio's house. Wow, that's so cool. There are a lot of art in it. Wood carving, stone sculpture, abstract painting.

'your house is unique'

'ordinary aja. What do you want to drink?'

'don't have to. I want some melon juice'

'there is no melon. He said no need'

'I brought a drink. Don't bother rio'

'oh yes already'

I also sat on the sofa in the middle room of Rio's house.

'you're sick huh?'

'don't'

'ah lied'

'yes I'm not honest'

'are you sick?'

'yeah, just not feeling well. Why do you know my house?'

'you know, I've seen you on the porch'

'oh'

'you see me, right?'

'no'

'that's a lie again, you liar'

'yes I see'

'then why did you come in?'

'lazy look at you'

'jahatt!!!'

'he he he didn't, my mother called, so I went in'

'oh, I thought you were scared of me. Who's home is yo?'

'no one, I'm alone. Mama's out of town, at the painting show'

'oh mama you're a painter?'

'yes'

'what's his name?'

'stefany martha's'

'oh, that. I have a painting in my house. My father used to buy 'em'

'oh that's it, thanks'

'pantesan your house a lot of his art'

'yes'

'where are you father?'

'father is gone.'

'where?'

'to heaven'

'sorry yo, I don't know..'

'nothin. Don't talk about it anymore, I don't like it.'

'yes, sorry yes. Have you eaten?'

'right attention, you girls'

'I'm serious, if you haven't eaten this I'll bring cheese bread. I'm also the laper on the subject'

Long story short Rio and I ate cheese bread together. Rio likes cheese. There are so many things in common with me and Rio. Rio also likes music, in his room there are drums, guitar and bass.

'you want me to teach you to play guitar?' rio asked while taking his guitar

'maybe, I can do it. But just a few keys he he he' he's'

'yes, I taught you this'

Rio taught me to play guitar, it was the first time he held my hand. The first time a man and I were together in a room. Just two. I don't know what I'm feeling. But all the negativity in my brain about rio is gone. He is kind, he is sweet, only sometimes he misinterprets his meaning to others. Because his nature is too cold and somehow there are still many mysteries that he keeps himself. I don't care about that. All I know is that he is Rio. I know him now. And he's good. He was my first boyfriend. I'm comfortable, and I love him.

After that, Rio and I became friends. We often ride bicycles together. We always carry the same stuff. Rio always makes me smile. We are also very familiar. We learn together, work together, laugh together. Apparently, rio is also good at painting. On my birthday, Rio slipped the paper in my package book. And he painted my face there. The painting is so beautiful. And it says 'happy indie birthday, I love you.' I don't know what the affectionate words he wrote at the time meant. Maybe because of my age which is still as long as corn, I interpret it with the meaning of friendship only, no more. If I describe Rio, he is very special. He was always there when I needed him. When my parents are not around, he always plays at my house. He said he came so I wouldn't be lonely at home. I don't know why he wanted to see my mom and dad so much. He said he wanted to know them. But because the father and mother are very busy, then the desire rio can not be realized. Sometimes we leave together from home, Rio comes to pick me up. I was pushed to school. It's so good that I know him.

Today is rapot day. My mom came to school to pick up my rapot. I'm so happy. Because today I can go to school with my mom. Turns out my rap is not bad, nothing is bad. I am so happy to see my learning. Mom said mom would buy me a new bike. Yeah, I should tell rio. He should know all this. He must be happy to hear that too. But the feeling of disappointment came to me, I did not meet rio at school. I don't know why, I miss him so much. Didn't he take the rapot? I better go to his house.

Arriving at rio's house, there was only an old geezer sweeping in rio's courtyard. I've never seen this grandpa before, who is he? Is it possible that his grandfather rio?

'who's trio, son?'

'that's cake, rio who lives in this house'

'oh, the owner's moved out from yesterday, son'

I was silent too. Moving out? What did this grandfather say? rio can't leave me. Rio has promised. We will always be together forever. We'll eat cheese bread together. He hasn't finished teaching me how to play guitar!!! Rio moving? Where to!!!

'do you know where to move?'

'grandfather doesn't know son'

'good cake, thank you yes'

I also left the house that 'former' occupied by Rio.

When I got home, I cried. I'm very sad. Rio, how could you leave. You evil!! So evil!! What would I be without you? Who else would my friend complain if not you?

My days without you rio. Quiet, very quiet. No one else sniffed at me that day. No more cycling. I've been through your house a lot, but it's always Grandpa I see. The more I ride my bike, the more it hurts my heart. And worse, when I started to enter Junior High, bi ina out of her job. Bi Ina got married and followed her husband to Banten. I'm so lonely. I hope someone can replace your position rio. But until now, nothing. My mother and father were busy with their work. I no longer want to bike. I'm tired, not tired from paddling his bike. But I'm tired of remembering you. I'm tired of reminiscing about the time you were here on your bike. In the crowd I still feel lonely. In the middle of the crowd was also only your face that I saw. I approached the figure, but it was all pseudo. There aren't. I'm rattled. I'm upset. You evil rio!

When I graduated Junior High, my mother said I would continue my school in Jakarta. Because my dad's gonna make a project there. I just say the words of my mother. Besides I'm tired of the atmosphere here, I'm also tired of reminiscing about my memories with Rio. I hope to open a new page at my new school. I really hope that. My mother has enrolled me at SMA 20 south Jakarta. Without a second thought, I agree with everything that you have assembled in such a way. And in the end I had to move house too, change schools, and things changed. My house in this complex is also sold, whether to whom I do not know. I lost all my memories in this house. Where I and bi ina used to be together, where I waited for my father and mother to come home, and where I cried when rio left me.

When I was going to Jakarta, I took the time to go to rio's house, emm I mean the house where rio 'former' lived. When I arrived, I saw that the house looked very quiet and many wild plants had grown there. I don't know how long I haven't been through this house. Like a haunted house. Where is the old geezer who used to sweep the courtyard? You might not have thought, when I asked where the grandfather went to the father of the lawn mower at the house of Rio, he replied that the grandfather had died yesterday. He's been sick for 3 months. No one takes care of it. He has not been out of the house since he became ill. It only comes out early in the morning to sunbathe on its terrace. I don't know why I feel lost. I don't know who Grandpa is. But I. ah it is possible that you too would feel the same if you were me.

Long story short, when I arrived in Jakarta I finally arrived at my new home. You knew? I don't really want to call it home. Maybe I can call this a meeting house for the House of Representatives. Because it's so big once twice three times four times five times. I was weird to my mom and dad. Why did they buy a house this big? Strange though I am sure they rarely go home, especially with my father's project that is soaring up. Never mind, for what I think, I've felt this a lot. It was just one thing I was afraid of. You knew? How could I sleep in a room this big alone. I'm takuuut, very scared. Especially in my room there is a very large window as well. Like a horror movie, the title is a big room. Standard title, well forget it.

During the holidays I spent in my new home. This house is like a hotel. I don't need a vacation, it's all here. I asked my father and mother to find a new aunt bi ina's replacement, so that I have friends at home. And you know what? The next day the replacement had arrived. I don't know where mom got her from. His name is bi ratih, his age may be 3 years younger than bi ina. And it turns out he's his sister bi ina, it's worth it mom quickly got it, and his face is not much different. Bi ratih said, bi ina often tells about me if bi ina is coming home

'said bi ina you are a beautiful and good child, it turns out right, ayu tenan you ndo'

'he he he, ah bi Ratih could be, bi Ratih is also beautiful kok'

'yes, bi ina also the story said father mother rarely at home huh?'

'iya bi, that's for sure. They're too busy'

'yes, don't think too much about ndo, justin. They are so for you too. Aunty pegen really entered your rich high school, but the school is far away. Aunty had to take a car first to get there (angkot car means. Understandably, bi Ratih is native to Central Java so it is still a bit mendok so he spoke) but aunt ndak have the cost so aunty works only in the village'

'yes, aunty has come to school just like me if that, he he he' he'

'yes can't be ndo, this aunt is how old she is. Aunty just work here, ha ha ha. Now it's your turn to be a diligent school to be successful like father and mother, yes'

'okay deh biii' I said as I hugged the shoulder of my aunt who was cutting carrots in the kitchen

Long story short, since I was in Jakarta I started to be able to delete all about rio. My life has started to go back to the way it was before I met him. I'm happy, but my disappointment is still not entirely gone.

Today is monday. My first day of school, my first day of ospek at my new school. I put a crackle on my head, carried a balloon and braided 15 ties in my hair. Because the number of braids must be in accordance with my age. Yeah I just do all that, how else? his name is also the new school he he he. When mos (student orientation period) my class was guided by my 11th grade supervisor, his name was revi. He was kind, and I don't know why he used to watch me. When eating, during games, during lines, his eyes always look at me. I felt ordinary at that time, because it was possible so that my class would become champions when the class selection was cobbled later. But if there's any other point I don't know, I don't think too much about that. What I was thinking was, when did this Mos shirt.

Day two, day three and day four. I live the days of Mos with ordinary. Nothing interesting here. Today is the fourth day, the day on which the announcement and gift-giving of the class is cobbled up. I didn't really expect to get a prize, because I'm sure the prize is a trophy, and it must be just one and it can't be taken home. But if my class is the champion, yes, I would be happy. At that time all students and students of Mos participants were told to march in the field according to their respective classes. I was also in my class. I saw Mr. Bambng (head of school) already standing on the podium and calming the noisy rows

'kids, please calm down. The line is neat because on the day of the last student orientation you will announce the class is composted'

All applauds

'why are they all applauding? They happy? Why should I be happy? Weirdo!' I thought in my heart

'yes, children on this happy day, ..., .. blablablablabla' you must know what Mr. Bambang is talking about, a kind of speech that I forgot what it contained. Because the speech was very long. I just got sleepy.

'as you promised earlier, today you will announce the champion of the class who is robbed'

'KNOW IT!!' I said in my heart while sleepy

'And the compacted class is from the class…'

'from class…'

'and the champ of his compacted class is…'

Maybe Mr Bambang thought with him stalling like that I would feel DEG-DEGAN? But the truth IS NOT AT ALL. I'm GETTING SLEEPY.

'And the champion is class 10-A, congratulations to class 10-A. For the guidance counselor please come forward to take the award trophy'

'HOREEEE!! Our class is the champion? Ih really not? We know our class is champions. Ih yeah I didn't think that's not what I said! That's the conversation of my female friends.

'oh champion yes, congratulations' I said in my heart

After that, the line was ordered to enter the class and was immediately disbanded. When I went to class, I was still ordinary. I'm a little happy because I can go home sooner than yesterday. Maybe because today is the last day of Mos. Until finally someone approached me while I was cleaning my bag

'hey, congratulations ya' turns out it was Revi's sister.

'congratulations to what sis?'

'congratulations because the class has won'

'oh yes brother, it is thanks to the presence of a brother as well as a guide in this class'

'yes, if the students are not compact also certainly will not win'

'he he he, yes. Yes, it's the same'

'oh yes, your name is indie huh?'

'yes, brother revi's name right?'

'yes, how do you know?'

'This guy's pleasant-natured, obviously I know he's revi, he's the big brother in the class I'm in. Basic man' I thought in my heart

'haloooo' continued kak revi because I have not answered his question earlier.

'yes you know, it's that big brother is a 10-A's class guide'

'ha ha ha, yes. I thought you were kepo'

'hahahaha' laughed crisply. You know how it feels to be sleepy, to want to go home, and then suddenly there's an upperclassman coming up to me. And blablablaaa he spoke very insignificant. I'M HUNGRY AND SLEEPY!

'who are you going home with?'

'picked up kak'

'picked up girlfriend huh?'

'picked up angkot kak'

'oh take the angkot, where is your house?'

'in the coral housing complex asih block B no. 32's'

'well, that means we're one complex, I'm F block. Want some indie?'

'can it, it's not troublesome, brother?'

'no, it's not a complex. Yeah, I've been waiting in the parking lot'

'okaye's'

That day, I was so tired. If waiting for angkot must be quite long and must be jammed as well. Thankfully there was revi. I immediately cleaned my bag, and walked towards the parking lot

'tet.. tet..' the sound of kak revi motor horn turns out.

'ayo ride'

I got on a revi bike, a big bike, I don't know what the name is and the type of bike.

'you're not a laper?' ask revi

'emmm, what's the matter?'

'want to eat first?'

'oh no, brother, I'll be in the afternoon. Nyariin's mother'

'oh okay then, we'll just go straight'

'yes'