The Treason of First Love

Chapter 8. Heartspour

When I got home, I rushed to clean up and change my clothes and then have dinner with my mom. With hot rice and fried catfish, sambal and lalapan cucumber, it's really my favorite.

"You keep practicing the drumband at school, until you go home the mallem keep gini?" Ask your mom to get some water.

"Yes ma, because the event is already deket. So busy rehearsing every school home." I answered and stopped chewing to talk.

"Importantly your lesson should not be neglected, active in the excrement may son. But inget, you want to take IPA majors right? Learn the real thing." Said my mother with a face.

Because mama understands, I'm a moody kid studying. Sometimes I can intend to learn once, sometimes I can be lazy to learn. And mama knows how my achievements from the era of Primary School and Secondary School, my grades are always up and down and even down once so I have to work harder to learn.

And I just answered, "Yeah maaa."

When I was in elementary school, I wasn't very active in school. Maybe just take lessons and yaa scout only because it's a mandatory activity at school. When in scout a lot of points I get, because I am an active child if on the field and prefer adventure. When I was in elementary school, my father participated in car club activities and I joined the organization to participate in camping and competitions. And indeed, if I have focused on non-academic areas, I can be lazy to be academic. But now I am trying to balance my achievements in academics and non-academics, so that my mother knows if I can change for the better.

"You have finished eating, learning, if there is PR work first. After that sleep, let tomorrow not bad luck. You don't go home today, son, practice until tomorrow. Tomorrow you go on an angkot." Said my mother at length again.

"Yes maaa."

My days as the only child of a general practitioner who only worked in a 24-hour clinic are like that, sometimes only with mom at home. Sometimes we get three together. And every weekend my father usually invites me to watch a movie or just eat out. And maybe I could say the child who still obeys the word parents.

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On the way to class, my feelings began to mix. I still think about words, Yori said yesterday. He didn't even send me a short message last night. He always sends me a short message.

"For Riri... Kok lemes anyway? Not having breakfast yet? It's I got a snack." Pipit asked while holding my hand.

"For Pit, uh. Gapapa not feeling well anymore." I answered with a forced smile.

"Ih Riri is sick? What pain? Would you like me to anterin to UKS?" Tanya Pipit with a worried face.

"Not to Pit. How come I'm." As I spoke to Pipit, my eyes searched - looking for someone, yes Yori. He hasn't come yet. Even Lani is too.

But.. ah no, suddenly I saw them from the classroom window, they came together. Did they go to school together? Yori picked Lani up?

"Yuhuu good morning everybody!" Lani screamed in class and hugged me.

I was quite shocked and speechless without looking at Lani's face, but just looking at Yori.

"Lo with Yori?" I asked without a base - stale.

"Oh oh yes, yes, I was invited to my house. Our house is also deket sist." Lani answered without brakes.

"Oh. Excuse me Lan, I'm gonna sit out first huh. To sit in front." I answered without paying attention to Lani.

"Oh okayy."

"Well, is this Ri?" Suddenly, a man's voice approached me.

"Eh. ooohh Ryan. I want to sit here again." I answered while looking at my classmate Ryan and he was a man who was close to Lani.

"Aren't you the same as Yori? He was in class like Nyariin lo. She went to your desk, but she talked to Lani again."

"Oh yeah? Yaudah justin Yan." My eyes while looking towards the classroom door, hoping for Yori to leave the classroom and approach me.

"Lo is sad again Ri?" Ryan asked, looking at me.

"Well, hahaha not Yan, the morning is sad." I answered him with a stutter and covered up my lies.

"Hmmm well Yori is here, yaudah well I stay." Ryan turned around and stood up and went to class again.

And Yori approached me.

"What's going on here?" Ask Yori with a serious face.

"Gue wants to be here again. Why Yor?" I asked while looking back at her eyes.

"Lo gapapa, right?" Ask Yori again.

"Hopefully." I just answered briefly and held back tears.

"Because of me?" It seems Yori is getting sensitive.

"Yor. Yesterday you did. It's on the bike right back home, tired is not it? Mean what? Are you tired of us?" I began to ask candidly.

"Sorry Ri. I'm gini yah guy what it is and cuek is, not like other guys. What are we? I don't want you to misunderstand my question yesterday."

"We? Yes we are again deket right, if we approach it first right. How should I be Yor?"

"Buntle, we're comfortable with each other. But it's not clear where to go. I don't understand that I'm not sensitive to Ri."

This was the first time Yori spoke so seriously without joking at all. Because he is someone who is humorous and likes to joke is rarely serious.

"What does he want, Yor?" I'm trying to shrink the volume of my voice so I don't hear my friends.

"Oh, please focus on yourself first. I don't understand the same. Better to come." Yori passed away leaving me after that conversation.

Unknowingly I shed tears. I don't know what Yori means, I'm insensitive? Or should I what? Shouldn't I be waiting for her statement? How can you finally date from the approach status? It's-it's complicated. I didn't understand Yori's heart at the time.