Short Story (Cerpen)

The wrong (Part 4)

*yeeee finally up to 200 eps thanks to the friends who have read my CPC hopefully better in the future

and finally the first season of CPC is over now I will switch to season 2

each genre I will make 5 eps sample 5 genres for fantasy 5 genres for first love and others, last do not forget likes and criticisms well I was more excited in making the novel

thank you *

Category: First Love Story

Title: Wrong (Part 4)

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When I got home, I cried. I don't know why I'm crying, I don't know what my problem is. Actually I don't want to cry. I was confused why my heart hurt so much. Why do I think he is Rio who left me. AAAAHHH!! why am I, why is this so!! I hate those memories. I almost forgot about you, one more step! even I think it would be better if I were here. It turned out to be worse than I imagined.

'tok. tok.. tok.' You know that's the sound of the door.

'who!?'

'this is auntie, there's a phone from revi she said '

Huh huh? You know where he's my phone number 'iya bi, I'll just pick him up from here'

'hello'

'indie, am I bothering you?'

'no, brother, what is it?'

'no, I just want to say thank you'

'create?'

'you want to bring me today'

'yes brother of the same'

'he he he. What are you doing again?'

'new to sleep, brother.'

'are you tired?'

'yes, big brother'

'came..'

'yes?”

'i can be honest?'

'why brother?'

'i like you'

'huh?'

'yes, I'm serious'

'but. i..'

'i know, you don't like me?'

'not that kak'

'continue?'

'i nganggekak revi already like his own brother. So it can't be me and my brother..'

'yes I understand, I just want to be honest'

'sorry I am brother'

'yes it's okay'

'oiya brother, you know who this phone number is from?'

'from the student data mos, was it told to write biodata right?'

'oh yes, hahaha big brother intentions'

'yeah, hhehe. Yes you are sleeping. It's night. Good night indie's'

'iya brother. Daaah'

'daah'

I closed the phone too. I don't understand why Revi said that, but let's forget it. I washed my feet and slept.

The next day at school, I was tired. My eyes are slapping, my body is limp. Last night I cried in my room because of Rio.

'you why the coffers?' ask dica

'it's okay'

'out of crying huh?'

'no kok'

'don't lie, I know'

'au what?'

'if there's a problem, tell me the coffin, don't be so-called'

I saw the face of Dica

'how can I tell you about dica, it's about the heart! About me and your boyfriend. And you are my best friend. Can you hear me when I tell you everything? If you can, I guess I who will never be able to tell you this is all read. How can I stab you in the heart with this story. And do I have to be honest with you about how I feel about your boyfriend? I think not' whispered in my heart

'you didn't answer? Don't want a story yet? Yes it's okay. The story is next time yes, I'm definitely ready to listen to ' said the reading while rubbing my head.

'yes' I answered while sitting down. Because I was afraid to see my tears

'oiya, rio is going to pick up today. He brought a car today, because before he picked up he was going to take his uncle to the airport. Do you want to come along? Than taking the public transportation, right? must've tired.'

'it seems not necessary, later I troublesome your girlfriend.I just ride the angkot yah'

'ayolaaah, don't refuse my offer. Than on an angkot ride? Yayayayayayayaya???'

I don't know why I made the offer at the time. I am sure after returning home I will cry 'again', but I am still curious, is this rio the rio I used to know?

'can I borrow your phone? I want to text rio. My pulse' up'

'may, nih' I also give my phone'

Dica also typed a few words there.

'thank you'

'okay'

Dica didn't delete the sent box, it was like this

'honey, today's a pick up, right? Sorry I don't have a pulse for your sms bales. Today I'm home from school at 12:45, I'm taking the coffers to come home with us. Abis Kasian if he has to go home in an angkot. Is it okay, baby? Bales to my number only because this is the number hp kundi. Adios. Love you's'

It hurts my heart to read the text.

After school, I and I waited for Rio in front of the school gate. I was a little nervous waiting for Rio. I don't know why, I'm obviously very nervous.

'coffers, I'm kebelet. I peed first huh.'

'uh, later if rio comes how?'

'you go up first, say I'm going to the toilet, okay?' dikala also left

Sure enough, before long he left rio also came.

'hi, where is he?' rio asked me while opening the window

'la.again in the toilet'

'oh yes already, said Dica you want to nebeng huh? Go straight in'

'emm okay'

I got into Rio's car. Both of them in the car. And you know what he's doing? He opened his bag and ate cheese bread.

'want?'

'ngg. don't go, thanks'

'said dica you like cheese bread so much, we are the same huh'

'yes'

'when did you move to Jakarta?'

'kokcu? How did you know I just moved?”

'dica story'

'what's the story about me?'

'many of the pokonya'

'oh'

'do you still like riding bikes?'

Before I answered that question, he was hunted down and got into the car

'hello yang, sorry yes a long time ago I kebelet'

'yes it's okay'

'you guys talk to me again?'

'real coffers?'

'emmm i.iya not really'

'kirain heheheh'

'we want to go straight home?' ask rio

'almost go to the department store, I want to buy the needs of girls, ordinary. Is it nothing, kundi? Bentaaaar, not long'

'emmm, that's okay'

'okay thanks hehehe'

Rio also turned on his car engine and you headed to the department store, in the car diga did a lot of talk. He's like that, bawel.

Arriving at the department store

'I'm the one who came down? You guys just wait here. You see what I want to buy is personal stuff, he he he he. Is it okay for me to stay here? Just moment.'

'yes it's okay, ' answered Rio while turning off the engine of his car.

'i'll come along for a minute, I'll go to the toilet' I answered wiping their conversation

'okay, the abis went straight back to the car, huh? Don't follow me, ha ha ha'

'yes, yes, no kok'

Me and I got out of the car. Dica took me to the toilet.

'you like stories about me huh'

'who's story to?'

'to rio' I replied

'no, why am I telling a story. Never not at all'

'but how does he know I like to eat cheese bread?'

'yes maybe it's her ngarang times, and it just so happens, ha ha ha'

'yes maybe yes'

'yeah, you go to the toilet I go to the dalem huh. If I wait for you to be afraid later'

'okay deh'

'it can be alone, right?'

'yes can be read'

'okay daaah, watch out for stray later. ha ha ha'

'yes'

Finish me off the toilet, I'm back in Rio's car. Actually, I want to be followed, but he did not want to be accompanied. I went back to Rio's car.

'already to the toilet?”

'iya 'yeah'

'the last one hasn't been answered'

'which one?'

'do you like riding a bike?'

'don't'

'why?'

'lazy'

'I'm lazy anyway? Didn't you like riding a bike?”

'that was before you left'

Rio was silent, his face looked confused. He can't answer

'you're rio, right? rio who used to leave me? Aye right!?'

'where's ario? I don't understand'

'don't lie! You know I love cheese bread, you know I love riding bikes! Do you know where it all came from?'

'i know from the diga'

'lih!!! Dica said she never told me anything about what I told you! You rio kaaan?!'

We both fell silent. Rio could not answer. Not even my tears fell. I cried without making a sound, without saying anything.

'i beg you to clear' my door in a soft tone

'i can't wash it off'

'you're rio, right???!'

'yes okay, I'm rio. Keep what?'

'continue what?? You ask what??! You're crazy huh?'

'what do I do now, you know everything. How am I supposed to?? I'm confused'

'why did you pretend you didn't know me then?'

'I can't be honest! I don't want you to cry if you know it's me a sack! I can't!'

'but before this happened you made me cry! Why did you leave me?”

'i'm sure you won't understand either!'

'kelasin now! I can't keep doing this rio, I can't!'

'okay, you're my sister!'

'you mean?'

'your father is my father too!'

'but you said your father was dead, right? And my father is alive! You don't make jokes. This is not funny!'

'i'm not a comedian, why am I struggling at a time like this!'

'I don't understand!'

'well, I'm sorry I left you. I know, you feel lost. I am the same. It's very painful and very hard to leave you. But that's what I have to do, because I'm your brother, and you're my sister. You may be wondering why I say something like this. Your father is my father too. We are one father but different mothers. My mother was your father's first wife. I know that because when I went to your house I saw a picture of your family. I saw a picture of Dad there. When I asked my mother, she finally told me everything. Back then, when I asked where Dad was, mom always said he was at work. And mom just showed me her picture. But as it turns out, it was just a fairy tale for me to believe that I also had a father. But now everything is revealed. Father who never thought I existed. When my mother was pregnant with me, my father divorced my mother because she cheated on him. You tau? I grew up without a father's love. That's why I always said my father was dead. When my father left me, my mother single-handedly raised me. Dad never sent us a dime. Mom slammed the bones so we could live. Until I was late for school, your age and I were 1 year different. I'm 16 now, and you're 15. Due to the lack of fees I had to be late for school, my mother's business began to advance when I was 11 years old. My mom's paintings are very popular on the market. So my mom could buy a house near your house. And when I found out you were the son of my father's second wife, I wanted to hate you. But I can't. I love you, but this baby can only be a brother and sister. Not more. I'm sorry, I hope you understand. And I beg you not to talk about this to your father or mother. Because I don't want any bad things to happen later and make me part with you again'

I'm speechless. I feel so guilty. 'Lord, is my problem so complicated? What am I supposed to do?' I thought in my heart

'you love dica?' I asked rio

'maybe your question is wrong'

'why?'

'cause it's a stupid question'

'you mean?'

'if I can choose, I will choose to be with you forever, so maybe your question has been answered right?'

'i love you rio, love you so much'

'I too, don't think about why everything should be like this. Don't blame the situation'

'why?'

'because it was circumstances that made us meet again, even though now you must be hurt because you already know the harsh reality that we have to live. But I'm glad to see you here.'

'keep reading well yes. Her friend. He's good, I'd love it if you had to mate with him later'

'i'll look after Dica like I took care of you. I will love Dica just as much as I love you.'

'rio…'

'yes?'

'don't leave me again ya.'

'yes, never will'

'pardon my mother ya rio'

'it's not your fault, it's not your mother's fault. Don't talk about it anymore'

'fine'

'needle…'

'yes?”

'give my apologies to your father and mother later. Say thank you too'

'for what?'

'cause, because of them you're in this world. Being my sister.'

I was crying too. There is nothing more I can blame. Obviously all the questions are in my brain.

You tau? Life is difficult. Sometimes I even think about ending my life. But have you ever thought? This life has been strung together with various paths that can lead you to thousands of feelings. People are selfish, just want to feel good. Feeling the most hurt when faced with a variety of problems. I was a fool, looking one eye without thinking how this problem could actually happen. Now it's clear everything. Rio is my brother. I know, he's not really my brother. It will always be so. My selfishness led me to force her beyond that. But that can't happen, any way he'll still be my brother. He has got his happiness. He promised to make me happy as his sister. I should be the same as it is. I have to find my happiness and I have to make my brother happy but I'm sure, in the next life, we'll be able to do more of this.

You may ask, do I hate my father? Or mommy? Of course not. I could never hate him. They are the bridge that made me know Rio. If this doesn't happen, I won't find my brother. I'll be single forever. I learned, life is not about who is right or who is wrong. It is about forgiving, forgiving, and giving. That way we can live everything calmly. Loving is part of loving. But loving it means more than loving. I love you, brother, even though we were made only as brothers and sisters.

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