
Meira, Lulu and Sesil are playing at Alya's house, playing in Alya's room. Room is enough
spacious to sleep alone, there is a Queen-sized mattress with a plain white cot, beside the bed there is a study table on which many school textbooks, of course, in addition, there are also many small paper attachments such as notes, maybe it is to make it easier for Alya when studying. In another corner there is a closet with white shades also with a size of 3 doors, in his room there is 1 medium-sized TV tube, Alya was also given a home telephone facility in his room. His friends are not surprised because Alya was born from a family.
Meira sits on the floor leaning against Alya's bed while reading the Mystery magazine she found
on Alya's bookshelf, Lulu looked through a fashion magazine along with Alya while Sesil was engrossed in makeup in front of a mirror that was only the size of a palm.
“Eh, uh, take a look, I'm beautiful not?” Stylish sesil shows the results of her make up to
his friends, turn their faces to the right and to the left smile ala-ala model who will do the photo shoot.
Meira put down the magazine she was reading and immediately took her seat, and Lulu and Alya sat down. They looked at Sesil's face.
“Jago really lo Sil”, said Lulu.
“Iya, crazy, can nih lo open a salon at home, later I will be his employee”, said Meira laughing widely.
“Asaan anyway, I'm so shy”, Sesil smiled shyly.
“Don't look at me rich so donk”,
Sesil threw a small void at his friends. And his friends throw pillows at each other and
bolting in Alya's room. The room was torn apart, like a broken ship. But they are used to this situation, in addition to their storytelling hobby is also a hobby to berantakin room.
“Ehh, already donk, cape nih”, said Sesil who has started to spend drinking water on the table.
Followed by his other friends, they drank water that had been provided by the nyokapnya Alya.
Sesil snatching a jar containing chips on the table,”you want to hear my story not”, Sesil who
holding the jar put chips in his mouth while sitting on the floor again.
“But you guys have to promise don't digleekin me”, Sesil tried to press it on his friends not to
bully him.
“Emang sayan”, reply Meira while eating cookies.
“You should promise first”
“Iya, promise”, they say in unison.
The heads of the four of them approached each other arguably almost clashed. Sesil whispered to them that
“Lo Serious Sil?” ask Meira.
“When to shoot?” connect Alya.
“One-one dong nanyanya”
“Ya already lo storyain deh ma us-we how the story”, Meira who is still curious scrunched his forehead
hope Sesil wants to tell the story of his shot from Dika.
Sesil who was still in flowers looked very brightah told how he could be shot by Dika. Seen from the look of his face reddened happy, above his head like there are open shadows scattered colorful depicting the happiness of Sesil who just made. There was warmth among them which then spread like a virus, quickly spreading to his friends. They were all happy to hear Sesil tell his story.
Sesil recounted that last night Dika went to his house with a herd of flowers and chocolates. Dica
shot him right in front of his house. Actually before that they had PDKT, only Sesil had not told his friends, only his friends already knew that he had a crush on the upperclassman.
“Uhhh Sesil, so sweet once”, said Alya
Finally they hugged each other, like a magnet directly attached.
“Ra, when did you become the same Keynan, you already deket ma dia”, said Sesil suddenly.
Hearing the question his body was staring, why suddenly there was a question, then he moved his eyeballs to look at the faces of his friends one by one, did they know that he harbored a taste in Keynan. he never told his feelings to anyone else. Meira is very good at hiding her feelings, so how do they know? in his heart he wondered.
Until now, Meira has not been able to gather the courage to express her feelings to Keynan, I am a girl, in her heart. Is it true, people who fall in love secretly can sometimes have a sense of loss stronger than expressing feelings that clearly pierced the entire chest. Meira prefers to harbor her feelings behind the word friendship. A friendship that has two sides. Happy because he always felt close, holding back the wound when Keynan was close to someone who was not himself.
“Ra.!” Alya shook Meira's body next door, so that Meira realized from her daydream.
The three of them stared at Meira's face still waiting for the answer to what would come out of her mouth.
“Apaan anyway! My guy is just Keynan ko”, that's the answer that comes out of his mouth
His friends were a little disappointed to hear the answer, they hoped Meira just as Keynan could be also rich Sesil and Dika. But what can they do, if Meanya just think of friends, as friends Meira, they understand and understand it.
“Emang lo no feeling the same Keynan?” asked Sesil who was still curious.
“Hush, you guys fuck, discuss the others aj”, Meira hide her feelings by diverting
attention of friends to other topics.
“What if we....”.Meira arrives to criticize his friends one by one and finally they forget to
the questions they ask.