Short Story (Cerpen)

Memory In Reflection

Category: Palau Cerpen

Title: Memory in Reflection

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Raindrops still blanketed the school building in one of the State High Schools in Purworejo Regency. I felt the cool air, while flipping through the Anthropology book in front of me who was sitting in the long chair in front of class XII Language, soon after the first break there was a repetition of Anthro. Actually, it is still a literary lesson, but emptied on the grounds that the Master did not come in for reasons that may not be postponed. And just leave a piece of polio paper with the task of writing to fill the void. But I'm lazy to work.

I prefer to sit in front of my class, class XII Language, to just feel the atmosphere of the rain that I think is suitable to enjoy the reflection in solitude. I don't know.. Silent, I looked at the two girls in front of her class, XII IPS 3, across the front court. I know, they're Ani and Mimin. With their jokes that I don't understand what they're talking about. Ani's distinctive smile, still as it used to be. When we were in the same class, class X B. However, unlike now, the smile of the sweet tomboy again jutek girl is not for me, no longer for me, maybe never again.

I remember when we first entered this school, I was sitting on the edge of a football field with my history book.

“Bas, alone lo, kayak kayak hyilang” Kawit Ani who then sat beside me. Followed by Mimin who is fun smsan with his excitement, I know he again PDKT same people I know, let it be, do not be disturbed.

“ialah, abis on busy own, you too. What else is the child next to you, his friends here even chat with distant people, smsan mulu.” my grumbling.

“Haha, yes son, eat eat dong. Gebetan new.” joked Ani hooked me while patting Mimin shoulder.

“Apaan si, ah. Yes ntar eat in the cafeteria, free for you, if you want to wash the canteen guard plate. Must be free really, believe deh” said Mimin as sweet as his snoring.

Well, that's. A lot of jokes color our familiarity, they are the girl I'm most familiar with in my class, if guys are a lot. Our familiarity continued, my love for them always continued. And it continues, but this continuation is different from how I feel about Ani. It was as if the drums of war were being hit so hard in my heart that it produced a fierce tremor as I was nearby. Especially when Ani smiles, ah.. I'm slow to drown, helpless. Like a heated candle, it's melting. Have my feelings changed for her? Do I love him? So this is what it feels like? I fell in love? My days passed by in an ordinary way, in contrast to my unusual feelings. I want to express my race to you, An. Shut up, I steal your face more often. Uh, I don't have a fucking look.

But this time it was different. He seems to be throwing his face away from me. Indeed so. It's not just my negative thinking. I was astonished, very astonished. Not usually like this, even the Mimin too, follow along too. I tried introspection. I was wrong, right? What am I wrong? I think we used to be ordinary before. Are you angry with me? Wh why? Big question marks always appear when I remember them. As the look of their smiles began to fade, fading. Closed up. Mega for just a little street lighting was not there when the moon did not appear. Rainstorms appeared without cloudy marking. There just exists.

Sms I'm not reciprocated, I tried to call unanswered. Duh, my feelings are not good, maybe the drums of war in my heart have turned into inter-tribal battles that no longer know the fairy of peace. It's not that I don't want to talk directly, but Ani is a weird one, no longer cares. Boro-boro chatting first, when the road to class and he saw there was me, he preferred to turn the direction and look for another path that I think is a funny road to pass, he said, though clearly the efficient way yes this. He wants to cape-cape muter, preferring his cape.

What I don't understand more, he's a devil, where his face can be embedded so deep and rooted when he sees I'm looking at him. Is my face serem yak? Duh, Wrestling. Ani, how can I know my fault and correct my mistake if you believe it. By the way, dong An, what's my fault. Mimin too, though I know that Mimin actually has no hatred for me, he just follows Ani aja, like a brainwashed abis. Maybe he just doesn't feel good about Ani. Duh, O God..

Every mallem I pray, let you not hate me, that's all. More can deket kayak first again. More Ani could be my lover . Uh! I don't know.Maybe the same heart Ani's brain has been petrified. Ever since I knew, he was stubborn, jutek, nyebelin, cuek, ah.. Ngeselin. Banget. But she is simple, not grandiose, beautiful natural. Ah.. But why should I take an gini? Now, whatever I do to them, it's like trying an experiment to make the sea water fresh, sweet boro-boro. How many pieces of sugar cane do you need? Ah.. Ngaco lo Bass's.

Ani, I surrender, I surrender, I admit defeat by this ordeal. I can only pray, may you be well, your path is the path to your happiness. Even if you think Bass is gone, but you're still in Bass's heart. I love you guys. Bass still hopes, hopefully we can like the number 9 6 (not reversed), look different but actually is the same shape.

I am not a poet, not a poet. I'm just looking for a way so I can get out uneg-uneg. Let it be quieter. I want a national exam. Let's not really think.

Thank ye.

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For you admins who are willing to read, more if this post is published and read by all friends, I ask for prayers and support from all of you. Hopefully my problems with my best friend can be solved with happy ending. Your good prayers will come back to you.