Waiting Room

Chapter 4 #3

I \= Okta

His attitude was too astonishing. Sometimes it makes me smile to myself. He wants to go to the night, he said. But he's still sick.

"Please. Tonight pick me up." Her request.

"No, April."

"Yes already. I'm going alone."

"good. If the night market could cure. We're leaving." I resigned because I could not refuse.

He always made me say yes. He is always able to make rejection into a sense of acceptance. His words are truly magical. Let alone the words about the request that can make me obey, any speech that comes out of his mouth can make me feel comfortable. His words are that magical.

I get ready, get on my bike and run it to April's house. The weather is friendly, the moon looks very round and bright. Unfortunately, the star does not want to show itself, maybe envious of the moonlight so bright. April's face will appear in front of my face and give a sweet smile. I tried to dispel the thought of him and refocus on riding the bike.

"Old kok?"

"Yes sorry. You sure you're going to the night market?"

"Yakin, okta. Look at it." He turned around and jumped to tell me he was strong.

"Yes. Ja. Believe me, the princess must be strong."

"Mr princess?"

"Yes. From yesterday I called you that. Hehe."

"alright. Now drive the princess to the night."

"Good princess." I leaned over a little while putting my hand on my chest.

"Ih. Okta~. Haha."

***

The night market is so crowded. People pass by here and there, playing a very fun game. April smiled sweetly, then I held her hand tightly. Happiness sprang up. Suppose this tight grip is created because of the bond of love, maybe my happiness will be more than I currently feel.

"Come on. I want cotton candy." His pocket while pulling my hand. I bought him one light pink cotton candy. He smiled again. He then invited me to play a ball-throwing game to drop a pile of cans. The pink teddy bear.

"Yes!!" His cry was gleeful when he managed to hit it.

"I lost."

"Yes. You lose. Less jago!!"

Not just one game. We went around playing another game. The fun thing ended with sitting in the hall. Peering through the city with bright lights like a firefly. The moonlight this time lost. He was ashamed and covered in clouds.

"thank you. Tonight is fun. You're a reliable friend." He holds my thigh. The words were happy as well as piercing at one time. What else is no more painful than the word "friend" said from someone we most expect to be a partner?

"Okta, I guess, what are you doing now?" Broken again for the umpteenth time. His words are too magical. Being happy can also break.

"Thinking about you."

"It's usually he who's next to me over this ring."

"Then don't think about habits. Just focus on what's happening now. Focus on who's next to you." I don't know why that word just came out of my mouth. He didn't answer. Just look down and smile.

***

"Now it is happy. Must have a good sleep and good dreams."

"Yes. Ja. Octa...."

"Tos first." I gave him my palm and he just kept quiet.

"Why are you still here. Come on in and sleep!"

"Yes. Ja. Onion." I smiled after that speech.

"Hey!! Even smile. You don't want to go home?" He stopped my activities.

"I'll go home if you come in."

"I'll come in if you come home. Ahaha!"

"Yes. See you, loyal bodyguard." My smile fretted after the words came out. He went into his house and my feelings followed him. The sense of comfort is getting rooted, slowly growing into a sense of love and love that is blooming every day. Damn, it's all because of him. Because of the magic that makes me feel all this.

***

It's morning again. Tomorrow is his birthday. I was confused what gift to give. Did I just give you my heart? Ah he couldn't possibly accept. He has saved the hearts of others.

I let the wind blow through my body. Giving a feeling of cold in the morning that still gives drowsiness. A beautiful woman behind me was sitting sweetly, smiling happily.

"Why keep smiling? So happy it looks." I watched him from the rearview mirror.

"hey are. Blissfully. Tomorrow is a special day." Her speech.

"Hmm." I just nodded.

***

"You know why tomorrow's special?" He asked as we walked to each other's classes.

"Not knowing." I said pura.

"You're my best friend, aren't you?" He then passed away like a little boy who was angry because his friend was playing with someone else. I followed him to class. There was no teacher coming in yet so I sat down next to him.

"April~." My greeting is not responded. Sia was busy looking at the photos in her HP.

"See what?" I tried to get him to talk.

"Don't talk to me until you know what day tomorrow is."

"Yes tomorrow is Friday."

"Ih... No. It's gone." His words were spoiled while pushing my body. Tuh. He's funny when he's angry. Not that I want to leave, I want to hug her.

***

The mall is always crowded by people who are confused about what to buy. Me included. I'm looking for a present for April. I don't know what to buy him. To the shoe store, but he was afraid of not liking his shoes. To the bookstore, he had more than one shelf he had books on. Oh, my God, that's confusing. What to buy it for?

Suddenly a memory sprang up in his head. What april wanted at the time. I quickly left and made a plan. I forgot to order cake. I ordered it online through the cake shop I know, then later tonight I will bring it because it said it can not deliver. Huh, yasudah.

I'm running my bike back to the radio station. There are some things I need to do.

"Eh Ta, what are you doing here?" Tanya Vino, one of the producers there.

"Eh No, you're the producer of the malem broadcast, right? April's not the announcer?"

"Yes. Why is it."

"So gini, I want to give him a surprise tonight at exactly twelve o'clock. But he broadcasts until ten, right?"

"Yes. But, he has a recording for one of the horror story content that tomorrow. What if it's gonna be tonight?"

"Goodle. The most reliable."

Long time no HP open, April has sent me a lot of messages.

"Okta, where are you?"

"Atro I'm home."

"Hey..."

"October?"

"Hello..."

"Jas. I'll just take the ojek."

He called me but I didn't pick up. I want to pretend to be angry with him right now. Haha.

"Are you angry?"

"Oh yasudah. Whatever. Don't call me anymore. Sorry to bother you earlier." Oh, my God, if someone is angry with him, he turns angry. I even wanted to apologize. Sorry April for the next few hours I'm angry.