Short Story (Cerpen)

Memory of the Past

Category: Triangle Love Cerpen

Title: Memory of the Past

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I walked gontai blankly down a shopping mall and suddenly from an unexpected direction, 'bruggghhhhhhhhh' a man hit me from the opposite direction, it seemed like he was in a hurry, he made the books I was holding fall and scatter, I raised my head and looked at him 'if the streets wilty dong, don't just hit me', at the same time he raised his head while saying 'sorry, sorry, I'm in a hurry'. Finally we looked at each other, and for a while silent like a statue, then I realized, I was trying to remember the past, it seems I had known the figure, his face was familiar to me, his face was familiar to me, his voice was no stranger to my ears.

'diaz?'

'mutia?'

'You really are diaz?' my many.

'yes, I diaz your Junior High School friend'

It had been 11 years we had never met, and finally met in this place in an annoying situation, even though he was now an adult, he was about 26 years old, I can still recognize him, he said, his face is no different from what it used to be, I admit he's getting handsome, although it still sucks.

I picked up my books that he helped me with, he kept looking at me from now on and his eyes didn't even leave my face, and then he pulled my hand. We went to the city park, and sat there enjoying the afternoon, exchanging stories.

'After Junior High School where are you?' my many.

'in the new week, I live with grandma, where are you muti?'

'i'm SMA at the yas' field'

'oh, yes, the more beautiful yes, but the more chatty as well, hahaha'

'no funny, you're still annoying, and every time I'm with you it feels like I just want to be mad'

'no, angry again, chatty again, never changed'

I hit her, like I hit her 'aw, my beautiful mutiny' she said, spoiled as she stroked my cheek. Making our eyes look at each other, making me shut up all the languages of the world, so close to us, that I could feel his breath, I quickly turned around, but he took my hand, I felt the vibrations that spread from his fingers, some time we were silent, and enjoyed a feeling that might never stop, because SMP was arguably we enemies, often quarreling. I woke up then pulled my hand quickly 'what the hell is holding!' I said cynically. 'yee GR, it was in your hand there were ants, I wanted to take it, but you had a chance to hold my hand' replied diaz. 'ih, it's wrong, turn the facts again, never changed, bitch!' I said as I left Diaz, who was still glued.

I walked home with an upset heart, until at home I rushed to take a shower and then fell asleep in the room because I felt tired, and since meeting diaz I was tired I doubled. 'Ah, why am I upset with diaz?' my question is in my heart. Is not the time of Junior High has long passed, then why I still act like a child, I remember the days of Junior High, I used to be in a class with diaz, I was the class secretary and diaz was the class president, it made us fight more and more, either because of anything, but every time me and diaz met a fight was never inevitable, I still remember the days of Junior High unforgettable, let alone all the mischief diaz, I once muttered to avenge all his crimes, I still remember when I wanted to sit on my bench, diaz pulled my bench, until I finally fell on the floor, it hurt so much, but diaz laughed at me, he really deliberately made me muntab, I wanted to beat him up at that time, he said, I chased after him, but he ran so fast that it could not be preceded by me. I turned towards the class and from then on I did not make friends with him for 3 days, remember that Islam does not justify the person who breaks the cord, I then forgive him, forgiven him instead of changing, he said, even more so-so jailnya.

My daydreams ran out instantly, hearing my phone ring. A short message from an unknown number 'beautiful evening afternoon, have a shower?'. 'who?' I replied to her message. 'I am you, you who live in my heart' she replied. 'O' My reply is as short as possible, lazy to go with a madman, I thought.

After praying I slept. I fell asleep until I woke up, I rushed to take a shower, I worked at the bank BTN and also handled the printing that I started 6 years ago.

At work, I remember my important files that I put in my books, maybe left at home I thought. Long time I was stunned, then someone grabbed my shoulder from behind, I was surprised and immediately turned around, 'Diaz? what are you doing here?' askaku. 'nih your books, kemaren ngeloyor aja, ninggalin his book on the bench, the last night SMS it was me, I found your business card in one of the books'. 'oh, thanks' shortened kataku. Turn around to go. Diaz pulled my hand, until my eyes hit her eyes, there was a tremor in her eyes, I could feel that vibration, because the frequency was so obvious. 'I picked up at your house yeah, we had dinner' diaz lirih. He left without me answering. Though tonight, I have an appointment with my fiancee, want to have dinner at her house with my father and mother as well. Ah, but let it be, it's wrong who goes right away, count revenge, hahaha.

The sky began to be decorated with orange radiance, and the night began to penetrate the earth with all its magical atmosphere, stars scattered in the sky, the moon shone with a lot of humility, beautiful, charming, and enchanting the state of the sky tonight. I wear a blue dress that matches the color of my veil. I waited for my fiancee's azzam while watching TV, no matter how long she came, we went straight to her house.

In the room of the shadows diaz re-crawled my mind, and danced in my eyes. I remember, didn't Diaz say she wanted to take me to dinner this morning, but she didn't come to my house, ah, let me think, wouldn't it be better if she didn't come. I turned my mind back from diaz to azzam. Soon I am married to azzam, a lecturer at the USU MIPA faculty. I can't think of that jaily diaz rancid, let alone feel the same vibe that it's near diaz, no, it can't, I love azzam, yes azzam.

It's a beautiful morning, it's Saturday, I don't go to work on Saturday. Today I'm going to my bookstore. Again in the bookstore I met diaz, it feels like God is happy to relax us quarrel, so I must always be met with diaz. 'last night why not come?, was deliberately lying right?, was I not interested in the?, jail time!, fortunately I did not believe it from the beginning!' I said to Diaz. 'hasn't someone picked you up last night?' diaz replied casually and softly. 'so you know yas' I said. 'yes you know, I went last night to your house, because there was someone else, I went home, it was nice last night' answer diaz. 'hmmm, yes that's it'. After I bought my book, I diaz lunch together at a pretty romantic dining place, a place of choice diaz, I also wonder why I was invited here. Not to betray azzam by eating with diaz, after all diaz is just an old friend of mine.

After the order came, we started our meal, I started feeding food into my mouth until some bribes, but then I realized diaz was looking at me sharply, unblinking, 'diaz? You why?', diaz remained silent and did not shake his gaze in the slightest, 'diaz?' I said a little louder. 'uh, oh, uh, why muti?' diaz replied. 'you're the reason why, dumbly leaping is unclear' said I.

'me, me, I'm actually' said Diaz.

'actually what?' answers asking.

Diaz clasped my finger tightly, as if not wanting to take off her grip, she started telling me 'you remember? I used to be mean the same time you, I used to wet your uniform with my orange ice, I often deliberately bumped you, until you fell, I often mocked you spoiled child, I often mocked you, I locked you in class once when everyone was home, I pulled your stool when you wanted to sit down, until you fell down, I used to throw you on paper under your desk a lot of rubbish, he said, and you're scolded by the teacher. You remember that, right? Maybe you are vengeful or even hate me so much, I realize I deserve to hate you. But do you remember, in your bag, there were a lot of candy say, all of which were written I LOVE YOU, you remember muti? That's me putting it in your bag. Do you remember that there are so many poems you meet every morning on your desk? It's from me muti. You remember when you came home from tutoring in the afternoon, your father didn't come to pick you up, then I drove you home, you remember muti? It's all because I never came home before you picked up your father, I love you so much muti, and even if I'm jail and naughty it's just because I want to grab your attention muti, forgive me muti? I was too selfish and prestige until this feeling I pendam for so long, since the end of Junior High I have always been looking for you muti, I regret for not having time to express my feelings to you, I no longer know your news, I no longer know your news, I have traveled a lot to another heart of muti, but I have never felt the warmth of love as much as your love that has never departed from every corner of my heart, I love you since we were first met during registration, I love you, I can't turn to any heart muti'

Hearing the words diaz my heart trembled violently, the vibration was so strong that it probably spread to diaz's hands, diaz had not let go of his grasp, my heart was getting worse, wanted to feel like I was running from this place, I lowered my head, not daring to look him in the eye. Diaz continued his story, 'muti, if you know, I've been unfortunate to cross to and fro looking for you, I love you muti, the first time we met, actually I was told word of our classmate that he saw you, I love you muti, that's why I ran and was in such a hurry, because I was really afraid of muti, I was afraid I would no longer be able to see you, no longer be able to look into your beautiful eyes'. Diaz stories make me lower my head, stupid I do not want to go from that place, even though I am azzam's fiancee, this sinful me. I quickly pulled my hand out of diaz's, but it turned out that diaz wasn't that easy to let go. 'Will you marry me muti? I love you so much muti, forgive me for everything, give me a chance so I don't regret it a second time. This time my lips began to move softly 'I'm engaged yas, I'm sorry'.

'I know muti, I know you love me, ' said Diaz.

'no yas, I'm engaged, forget me, there are still many women out there that you can love' I replied.

'muti, I know your eyes, you love me, honest muti'.

'have you, forget me'

I pulled my hand, when not all my fingers were out of diaz's grasp, azzam came to this place with his partner, he saw me and came straight to me, I was afraid, he said, I really didn't azzam get angry and break our bond, even though since the meeting with diaz a few days ago my love was divided a little bit into diaz, but it wasn't much, just a little, a little bit, a little bit, my heart belongs to Azzam.

'who are you?' Ask azzam in a heavy tone to diaz. 'i am old friend of mutia' replied diaz. 'if it is only a friend, why are you holding mutia's hand?, I saw you since then, until my heart was burning' azzam. My heart is getting more and more unhinged, I can feel the vibrations of my body, I feel my heavy breath, I bow my head deeply, not daring to stare at azzam. 'and you muti, why are you lying to me? Didn't you just say you wanted to go to the bookstore, and I didn't want to go with you, you said you didn't want to trouble me, but what was muti? You were alone, having lunch, holding hands with this man, you're afraid I'm bothering muti? How much you got on me!' azzam said softly. I know, azzam's face was so vivid that it emitted rays of disappointment and anger.

'forgive me zam, I did buy a book, and I accidentally met this friend of mine, I'm sorry zam, I didn't lie to you, and I didn't know it was all like this, either' lirih.

'i am the wrong one, I loved muti since we were Junior High, and I just revealed it, don't waste muti zam, she's a good woman, who can take care of her heart, he tried to get his hand out of my hand, but I didn't let him go, I convinced him and forced him to marry me a little, but he didn't want to, he said he was engaged, he told me to forget it, if you want to be angry, be angry at me zam, if you are angry at mutia, he is innocent, ' he said.

'yes be it!, do not bother the muti again, and do not meet the muti again' replied azzam.

'yes, but let me stay friends with muti, just friends, I won't take it from you' Diaz said.

'yes'. Answer azzam cuek like not sincere, azzam then take my hand, we leave the place with all the feelings of sadness, annoyed and angry.

'forgive me zam' I said

'i've forgiven you, forget it all' replied Azzam.

Three days after the incident at the diner, azzam married me, diaz attended our wedding reception. Diaz was really sorry for the second time, it was all because of his own selfishness, all too late, but he was happy because I was happy, now it seems that Diaz has become a big-hearted adult man.