Sorry I Love You, Friend!

Memories

Flashbacks ...

"Yes, Aska! what the hell? how long."

Aska turns to respond to her best friend's call that appears in her High School uniform.

"Snap, we're late. The first day there will be a ceremony," Bima said. He did not want to be late on the first day of setting foot in a new school. Bima was very much waiting for this day, the day that she and Aska were wearing white gray uniforms.

Aska looked at the young man in wonder. Bima is always enthusiastic for things that are not necessary according to Aska. As today, from four in the morning Bima continued to contact her phone under the pretext of alarm so that both of them were not late to wake up on the first day of school. As a result, Aska was completely unable to sleep and now she felt very sleepy.

"Aska, Bima, have breakfast first son," call Nirmala from the first floor. "From what the hell?"

"Tag name," said Aska while stirring the contents of her desk drawer.

"Well, it's the same with me. Nih," Bima took out the name Aska tag from her shirt pocket.

Aska frowned in wonder. "Can't you?"

Bima who had memorized the disease forgot Aska could only shake his head. "And I keep it because you're afraid to say the name tag again kayak in Junior High."

Aska nodded in understanding. He remembered now, Bima took over all the small attributes of school uniform equipment for fear of Aska eliminating it again as it had been.

"Let's sneak, we're too late," Bima pulled Aska's hand to speed up her steps.

"Breakfast first" exclaimed Nirmala as she saw two teenagers in grey uniforms descending from the second floor.

"Thank you Aunt. Sorry Bima is so worth taking."

"Ngerepotin what the heck Bima, you already Aunty consider the third child in this house. So Aunty has two sons and one daughter, "said Nirmala happily. He fixed the Bima tie.

"Well, so many dong mama's children," said Aldi who is still busy struggling with rubrics in his hands.

Nirmala glanced at her son who had a sullen face. He knew that Aldi did not mean to be angry or jealous. Aldi is more on teasing Aska. Aldi really likes to see Aska upset with him, because 'that's the only way to get Aska to talk to him '.

"Good dong, Brother Aldi so have many brothers," chirped Bima offset.

Aldi glanced at Bima sewot. "One Ask has made me dizzy, you want to go again? I don't want to."

"Who? Napa?" Lirih Bima put on a clear face.

"You are noisy, chatty, only Aska aja who hold your decks Bima."

"Udah dong, if you make a fuss over when to eat breakfast. Look, it's seven o'clock," Lerai Nirmala. He smiled satisfied to see the three teenagers in gray uniforms devouring his homemade fried rice. Nirmala let out a sigh of relief, not feeling the time pass quickly. The three grew up together like brothers even though Aldi spent more time with activities outside the house but he remained comfortable between Aska and Bima.

...***...

"Ka, Aska, Aska!"

"What the hell?" Sentak Aska was upset. From two hours ago Bima followed her steps while continuing to repeat the name Aska for no reason.

Aska turned around, leaving behind the tracing paper she was working on. Now his eyes looked at Bima sharply, asking for an explanation. "Why?"

"I'm bored" complained Bima. He put on a pouting face to tease Aska.

Aska. He did not force Bima to follow him to the library, so it was not his fault that now the man was bored. "I told you, you don't have to follow. Since when do you feel at home?" Syndic Aska.

Bima put on a plain face, "didn't you ask to be accompanied?" Her speech.

Aska sneering. "That's the silliest excuse I've ever heard. You're gonna screw Maba, '" his circus.

"What a squirm?" Bima chuckled softly.

"Banget!"

"But Aska, why are you so diligent today. Tumben?"

Aska again stared at the cardboard paper attached to the table, still pure white. There are no lines or lines there. "The project this time is complicated and my brain is not working for a few days" explained Aska fretting.

Bima pulled her chair closer, "what theme?"

"Family."

"Ah," Bima looked at the sad Aska. "Family, don't have to be a parent, right? Am I not your family, too?"

Aska stared back at her best friend. "You don't have to ask for it" said Aska.

Bima smiled happily, raising her hand to stroke Aska's right cheek. "Oh yes, I have an idea," whispered Bima excitedly. "Where would you sketch a house for us" he suggested.

"Our house, you two?" Aska's eyebrows rose to confirm Bima's sentence.

"Ah, that means gini. You can create a housing complex where we live later. Like our housing now. There's even a school playground, everything should look more intense and familiar."

"Do you think that's interesting?"

"Well, I don't understand the interesting meaning for you architects that is clear to me is important."

Aska's forehead is confused.

Bima pulled Aska's bend closer towards him. "Honestly Aska, I never imagined living far away from you. So wherever you go, I'll always come along" he said.

Aska. What Bima said was true, Aska also could never imagine having to stay far apart or part with Bima.

Vibrating the sound of the phone made Bima withdraw. He grabbed his phone to see who was calling him.

"Raka," he explained before Aska could ask. "I think I should go back to the department. This afternoon there's a senior basketball game."

Aska nodded in understanding.

"You wanna come?" Bima waited with hope. As soon as he found a belt he sighed resignedly.

"I have to finish this. I think your idea is pretty good" declined Aska.

"alright. Call me if you need anything. I'll pick you up at 4pm," said Bima. Not forgetting she gently stroked Aska's cheeks before actually leaving.

Aska stared at Bima's departure with a heavy feeling. There is always a moment lost every time the two separate.

...***...

"Well, I heard from Aunt Nirmala you want to marry Carly?"

Aska sighed slowly. Actually he did not want Bima to know this matter. Aska just needs the right time and moment to escape from Carly's pressure without having to engage in a marriage she doesn't want.

"You really love Carly?" Buru Bima because he did not get an answer.

"Love? Is that love? Does love mean you have to get married?" Batin Aska.

To date, he has not been able to describe the definition of love in his life. Relationships that once intertwined with some men only Aska regarded as entertainment when tired by work. Even when they left because they felt neglected, Aska was not the least bit hurt, sad or lost. As long as Bima remained by his side, Aska felt more than enough.

"Trus, are you really in love with Angel?" Reply Aska. He sipped the remaining cola in the glass to the toilet.

"Why did Angel talk?"

"Because you're talking about Carly."

Aska floated a glance at the lounge area where dozens of people were moving their bodies agilely to the beat of the music played by DJs.

"You mad?" Bima asked without any intention of switching the subject.

"Why should I be angry?"

"Because of Carly?"

Aska cringed and looked at Bima. "Carly?"

Bima straightened Aska's shoulders to face each other with her. "Aska, Aldi and I have been mergokin Carly with other women in the hotel" said Bima hesitated. He had already discussed this carefully with Aldi and the two decided that Aska deserved to know what Carly had done behind him.

Aska's not budging. What Aldi said did not bother his emotions at all. "I know," he said casually.

Bima's forehead was wrinkled, "you know? Why do you still want to be engaged to her?"

"Because of Papa," Aska removed Bima's grip from her arm and straightened her body, looking for a comfortable position. "I don't know what Carly told Papa but lately Papa's been acting weird. From the talk, I catch a tinge of fear and dismay every time I mention Carly's name."

"Well, why are you even-" Bima was confused by Aska's mindset. Why did he have to get into trouble every time he looked for answers to questions lodged in his brain.

"You know, Papa never once forced me to do what I didn't want to do but this time he directly dictated to me about Carly." Aska took a long breath.

"Then? What are you gonna do?"

"Eitherway. Let's just wait. The truth will come at the right time" Aska said calmly.

...***...

"Napa Bim," said Aska so raised a call from Bima on his phone.

"When are you coming home?"

"Why? Kangen yaa," seduced by Aska. He pulled the drawing table closer to her. Draw a long line with Rapido on tracing paper.

"Hahaha," Bima chuckled softly. "Why do I miss the same people who have kissed me."

Aska. Although spoken in a joking tone, Aska can catch the disappointed tone behind Bima's sentence.

"It is impossible to forget you Bim," Aska said. "I love you so much, Bima."

"I know ..." Bima satin for the umpteenth time every time he heard the words of love from the lips of Aska. Although it sounded beautiful, the word seemed to be a dagger that was ready to pierce his heart.

"Oh yes, Aska. I called to ask you to ask me to propose to Angel."

"Applying?" Aska stammered, as soon as her tongue fell out for no reason. There was a space on the side of his heart that developed a very painful pain.

"Yes Aska, I'm planning to marry Angel. I don't want to go first with you," joked Bima.

"Hmm" said Aska. The spirit that initially erupted upon hearing Bima's voice suddenly evaporated like dew at noon.

"Ok, I'll tell you if you go home. I picked him up at the airport. Yes, bye" broke up Bima without waiting for an answer from Aska.

A few minutes passed, Aska was still glued to the phone hanging on her ear even though Bima's voice had long disappeared. Hearing the word proposal from the mouth of Bima is like hearing a big bell that is echoed during a big event. His loud voice caused a prolonged gurgle in echoing within his heart and ears.

"Is this the end of one-sided love?" Lirih Aska.

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