The Gem of the Land of Ginseng

episode 15

"That's right! Beaver again."

I was stunned for a moment. Diana started looking at me annoyed.

"Regular. Someone else has to be in trouble. Stress mulu innate!" Spontaneous Dimas Chirps. I'm speechless. Is Dimas starting to get suspicious about something that bothers me?

"Eh? A disaster?" Diana did not understand.

"Well, look! His temptation makes it hard. Hence Sham. Although singles tuh stick often in sharpening. Let plong your mind! Bahaha." He laughed out loud. Diana's face began to blush realizing Dimas' words.

"Asem, you're not!" I smiled wryly.

"Yee, no! I'm a single gini anti maen myself. Well, have an exclusive vent!" It was the silence that made me hold back my laughter.

"What the hell, you two. The bullshit!" Diana began to scold Dimas with a flushed face. Maybe he felt we were ignoring his whereabouts with our guy chat.

"Oh my God, I eat by myself."

He was really upset right now, it looked like he was starting to move off his stool. Feeling in vain might lead me.

"Ngambek has gone!" Dimas's ejek that Diana only responded by sticking out her tongue.

"The anger is just the same Dimas. Same with Sham, not!"

He blinked his eyes before passing. Abaghfirullah, that's so sweet. We were both just looking at it. After Diana died, Dimas approached and sat down next to me.

"Heh, Sham!" I just raised my eyebrows.

"Where is your development the same as Cacan? You guys..." He cut his own question. Then make his finger in the form of a quote. I just shook my head slowly.

"ah! Poor lu! Lacking what the Cacan stained you tried! If I brush it straight away! Haha."

I just smiled blandly. It's not that easy, man. It's not that easy.

"But he shot me Dim." Honest tidbits. Dimas was flabbergasted as if he had heard some big news.

"Eh, seriously? When's? Where's?" tanyanya began to be enthusiastic.

"In room.... Flaw."

Momentary silence. Ouch Sham! Slips! **** totally so person!!

He patted my shoulder slowly. Then give a thumbs up.

"That's my new temen! Tch, it's not in vain all this time you've been with me. Although it turns out there is an oncom behind ******! Well, I didn't expect that diem-diem you studied my science."

My eyebrows twitched realizing his response.

"I mean you?" I don't understand. He just smiled meaningfully.

"Hahaha, you two.... This is it?" His left finger made a circle, while his right index finger in out-insert like poking something.

"Anjrit, no!"

I laughed lightly, while he was disappointed because my answer was not as expected. Even though we didn't really do it, there was no way I could tell you in detail what happened to Dimas.

"Oh yeah. How anyway? No problem, dong? You guys are dating dong now?" Then later scabbard. I tried to avoid her face by staring at the classroom window.

"G-go..... Tell him to wait for my answer." Gumamku. Dimas patted his eel.

"Ah, ****. Long time this dong!"

He scratched his cranial hair roughly, squishing himself seemingly.

"You want to do it again! I'm new! Public to do such things! You know I'm from Junior High, I'm like how!" I don't want to protest.

"Huah, Sham-sham.... Lu pinter lesson doang anyway. It's like this aja confused you ngadepinnya."

"Whispering..!" Ketusku. Dimas went up on my desk and leaned against the wall. His hand made a cushion for his head that looked up at the ceiling.

"Hey Sham?!"

"Hmm?"

"It's time for me to stop." I stared at the grate on his face. But before long, because we heard a group of students singing earlier calling us.

"Dimas! Sham! Sing it sing. Homoan mulu both of you!" One person was greeted with another laugh.

"Hahaha, Anjirrr." Umpat Dimas but still a joke. Good, thought. It would be better if Dimas sang.

Honestly, indeed at this school no one knows that Dimas is a man who trains hard in his guitar game. So now it can be said that he is very good.

His voice while singing is also good. Music is a genre of hardrock and metal. But he never wanted to spread his wings to a career as a musician or band personnel.

"I can't." Reject Dimas easily. I'm appalled. There are two things I can judge by the way he lies, he is lazy to play, or he does not want to show it too much.

They come and gather near us. The boys handed me the guitar and told me to sing.

"A-Otherwise me. Ugly my voice. Haha." I laughed crisply.

"Oh, what a lie. Usually the ones who refuse are the pros." Where's the theory? inner wondering.

"Dimas is Dimas." I sold Dimas' name to save me from this situation. Dimas looked at me with a look 'fucking you! why come to me again?'

"Errtr... Yahudah! Just once, yeah." He took the classical guitar out of his hands.

"Heh, Bro. You sure?" My whisper tried to make sure. Dimas just shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey, I thought of something. The girls you gaet are fond of rock huh?" I asked back, still in a whispering voice. Yes, I just remembered that she is a female enthusiast, then there is no way they will be destroyed if only by the usual approach. There must be a secret.

"Hahaha, you want to learn how SSI girls do?"

"SSI?" I squinted my forehead.

"Speak Speak the Devil. Hahaha" I laughed wryly hearing that. There is something, I thought.

"Well, first of all... I will try to find out the genre he is most interested in. Because before you want to get close to anyone, obviously you have to know what he likes. Most of them are already.. Pop. But not infrequently I also find jazz and rock." I still quietly listened.

"Otherwise if you really are a random girl, I'll hit with one last attack."

"Last attack??"

He nodded steadily. Then he spoke from his lips an almost inaudible word.

"Wood."

I saw the sunlight start to dim. A gentle wind swept across his face due to the open window. My eyes still did not turn away from this man. I didn't expect seriousness to really change it.

It's hard to learn things we don't like. But the existence of Dimas now opens my eyes that everything is possible for us to do. To get what we want. Regardless of what purpose we think.

If only... If I put aside his behavior, and see the true color of this man, then...

Compared to me, this guy....

More worthy of his love.

The sound of the bass being plucked made me wail to the surface of consciousness. I saw him close his eyes, like he wanted to eliminate the reality of the world for a while in his mind.

His breath softened as his fingers began to pluck the strings. I saw the great bitterness of his mimicry, like the look of a moment ago. It's just that this time it's getting stronger.

The sound of the leaves being hit by the wind made the atmosphere of this class commotion increasingly shrink. Leaving us in silence without cause with the voice of Dimas.

Cold wind..

tonight, say hello to my body.

My eyes were wide when the initial lyrics were sung. Make my whole body crumble. Kelu in silence. Slowly, but able to confiscate every pair of eyes in this class. I never even felt this when I heard him sing rock. He's great, it's just... It's different. This malay song..

But I cannot chill my heart..

Which you warm.

In a loud strumming, he snapped the strings of the guitar. Singing the next verse in a thunderous voice. Stabbing the soul and mind of every highlight that pays attention to it. Like being tossed as high as possible with an open cut, then hit it hard to the earth to a crumble, not left.

Who am I!

To spin the bleached foam..

Become tapestry..

Like, written in a love novel..

Impossible to me too..

Reaching the stars in the sky!

Make delivery, a condition for yours..

All of that, I really am not the best!

Like a poet on a stage. He chanted verses lamenting the unachievable love within his reach. Whining to a cruel destiny that robs them of their lifeline to be together.

Now I know what it feels like to suffer from this feeling. Yeah, now I know how this feels.

Take me by the way too, for falling in love..

A man like you is an angel.

Chorus blew away every point of hope. Like one who condemns the red thread of destiny for bringing them together for a togetherness that is impossible to be realized.

Differences in caste, degree, morality, social ethics become a veil that stretches, and eventually drowns it in a sea of baseless sadness.

I fell asleep, this silence washed me unconscious until several other class children one by one came to this class. To see Dimas sing. To see someone who seems to be in love. Wait, what can't-don't he really....

I should have, reflected myself. Before the curtains of the room I opened. To ask you.

Love huh? The suffering is endless. A deep feeling that I did not know existed so warmly enveloped my tribe. Warm, yet cold at the same time.

Happy people are born into the world. That is why people want to destroy the world. How much more do you underestimate this feeling, Sham Hendra Purnama? How much more humiliation are you for him? Don't you realize what you're doing is just torturing her so badly?

Cold wind..

tonight, say hello to my body.

I saw from the end of my eyes Diana standing among the cheering students clapping when the song was finished. At the same time, Dimas' laughter began to be confused as he opened his eyes. I saw Dimas say something as I went along to praise his performance.

"Don't pretend. You just haven't shown it yet." Say it while grinning. I just avoided this conversation. Because I still don't intend to show you anything extraordinary like that. Unable to. Many things are difficult for a person to do even though in general it is very easy.

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