When you kissed me

Thirteen

Classes are empty this morning. I don't know where the teacher should be teaching in the early hours. Probably woke up bad. Heheh. Doni elbowed Yoga who was reading a history book. His legs were raised with his hands propping his chin. “Eh man! I asked again. Bear you bought yesterday actually want to make who the hell?”

“Lo seriously have a boyfriend? Since when? Diem diem bae.”

“Who said I have a boyfriend.” he replied without turning his head.

“So? Who's that for? It's impossible for Diki, right?” Doni chuckles. “Times yes guys want to play Dolls, it is not funny.”

Yoga snorted then closed his reading book. Lowering his legs looked at Doni seriously with his hands holding onto Doni's two shoulders. Doni gulped looking at that serious look.

“Later also you will know.”

Doni gaped with round eyes. What does that mean. Make snewen, right? “Job! I'm serious ****!!”

Yoga laughed looking at Doni's still confused face. Emang jahil si Yoga. It pity her Diki. So that's howling, right? Wrong himself a lot of questions. Aren't you?

16.30 WIB

“Assalamualaikum..”

“Waalaikumsalam.

The front door is open. Yoga stands on the terrace of Moli's house with a bag of frisk snacks. He still wears a full school uniform.

“Den Yoga, please come in.”

Before entering Yoga take off shoes and socks and then placed on a shoe rack located on the terrace. “I nginep here ya mbok.”

“Bby, but already permission is the same non Moli and parents den Yoga.”

“Udah kok,” answer lies.

“Yes already please, aunty stay in the kitchen yes, want to cook for dinner.”

“OK..”.

Yoga headed straight to Moli's room on the second floor. Slowly opening the door, a fragrant scent pierced the nose. The bag and snacks he had brought on the dresser. “Cast.”

Yoga took off the jacket that covered his uniform on the bed and then he lay on his back imagining the figure of his beautiful angel who was now far away in the opposite city.

“Gue video call time yes,”

Yoga took the phone inside his jacket. Looking for Moli contact.

“Halo... what's the matter Ga?”

Sound from behind the phone screen. Looks like Moli is in the shopping mall. Seen behind him were several stalls lined up that lined up there.

“Kangen.”

Mia who was standing beside him turned her head, squinting her eyes. Who said the kangen? Diki? Of course it wasn't. Mia nudged Moli's arm until her phone almost dropped. “Who the hell?”

“Damn it! Fall dead deh!” Moli confirmed the position of his phone that had tilted.

“Yoga.”

Mia mangosteen mangosteen. Then walk faster leaving Moli who is still the same VC Yoga. “Gue first.”

“Ga! Lo again in my room huh?!” Moli round the eyes. Sharpen his vision on the phone screen. “Ngapain there?”

Nyengir yoga. “Mau nginep here, can you?”

Ck! This kid's getting brave. But Moli herself didn't bother him anyway. Yoga is considered like a sister. Let him do what, as long as he doesn't hurt why not?.

“Elo tuh well, not permission to enter so aja.” Moli clenched her hands closer to the phone screen. “Udah first. Watch out if my room falls apart!”

“Bawel!”

Tut. Moli sighed in following with a smile. Then put the phone into his handbag and continue looking for a tourist to be invited to chat with. Fortunately, Moli is good at English. So if the question is asked to have a conversation doang is very easy. Moli flexed her body walking in search of Mia who had disappeared about 5 minutes ago.

“Woy! I'm cariin too.”

Spray Moli when she finds Mia sitting in front of a cafe. His face focused on the laptop screen lying on the round table. Moli sat holding her little bag propping her cheeks with both hands on the table. “Ngapain anyway? Did you get bule?”

Mia shakes. “Not yet, nothing fits.”

Ck! What does he think he wants to find a bule? There are many woy in Bali! Lo out a few steps will also meet directly Bule. Mia can say that nothing fits. Looking for a soul mate. “Lo mah weird!” Moli pinned Mia's head.

“Eh Mol.” Mia turned her head to shift her seat facing Moli who was playing her long nails. “Lo why the end of this is rarely the same road Diki? Not broken yet, right?”

A sigh rang out from Moli's mouth. Rubbing his face was trying to cast a faint shadow that seemed to be getting real. He himself was beginning to get confused about this relationship. Who would have thought that the initial relationship filled with love felt like it was far from taking sides with him. Moli remembers exactly where Diki shot her in the back of the school building. He brought a bunch of flowers and said, I love you so easily. The promise that was ever made is still remembered today.

“Gue confused It, somehow I was lazy to meet Diki.” Breathing out of his mouth. He put his face on the table with both hands closed. “Gue doesn't like Lia, I hate her.”

Mia rubbed Moli's hair gently. This is what makes Mia lazy to date. He prefers to concern himself with karate training. Dating will only make his life full of drama and shadow crying if there is an occasional fight. “Udah aja, if you still like, just think of Lia as the initial battle.”

Moli. “But I don't like battles, hurts!”

“Hmmm, go ahead first, don't give up easily if you still like.”

“Yes already, rich have ever dated aja.” kekeh Moli which reply sharp glances from Mia.

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Three days passed...

The tour group has arrived at the school. Exhausted Moli chose to sit on the first floor terrace in front of class XB. His feet in his mouth thrust his eyes out at the crowd of students who had just exited the last Bus. Samar faintly his eyes saw Lia walking by holding Diki's hand. Moli narrowed her eyes due to the glare from the sunlight, one palm widened above her forehead confirming whether what she saw was real or just a hallucination.

“Diki? Same Lia?”

That's right, it's Lia and Diki. They seem to be chatting. There seems to be no distance between them. Actually, Lia was an old friend or lover who had been abandoned. Moli clenched onto her two hands. His anger peaked when he saw Diki carrying Lia on his back. He stood staring at them sharply. They seem to have no shame. It can be spoiled in the school area. And again whether Diki was blind to not see Moli who had just glanced at him.

His feet began to move toward them. But prevented by Mia who seems to already know what Moli will do. Before her Lia had a chance to glance at her with her cynical smile. That's what makes Moli want to go straight to them.

“Sabar Mol, this is still in school, let them want to say.”

Mia held onto both of Moli's shoulders trying to contain her anger. “We go home yuk.”

Moli nodded her head set her breath that had gone up and down. Fortunately, Mia arrived on time. If only one second late, the possibility of Moli has been ngibrit beat the Lia who really kegatelan.

“Remember Mol, this is still a school area, you want to get in trouble?”

“Bener also lo.”

The feeling was a little plong when he had smelled the aroma of the room fragrance in his room. He misses the room so much that he listens to its grievances. In this room he spent more time in the empty space that had spread in his body. “Gue hates both of you!” he shouted before his eyes closed through a dream that could never be explained when he woke up.

“Assalamualaikum..”

“Waalaikumsalam... have you returned?”Santi approached Diki and Lia who had just arrived home.

Lia smiling. “Sorry aunt, Lia stopped by here first.”

“Ngak papa, rest first aja.”

Diki and Lia headed straight for the living room to rest. The TV was already on while at the table there were a few snacks and one glass of guava juice remaining half.

“Wah! Whose doll, funny, big again.”

Mia put her suitcase and approached the teddy bear lying on the TV room couch. Diki who was sitting on the floor carpet turned to glance at the yellow doll.

“Whose doll is Ma?”Diki asked Santi who was cooking in the kitchen.

“What Dik?”

“That teddy bear who?”

Lia raised the large doll while hugging it. Is this a doll from Diki for her? Then why did Diki ask who this was?

“Oh it.. have si Yoga.”.

Lia swallowed her own saliva, then put the big bear in its original place. “So it's got Yoga.”

Diki. After knowing who the owner of the yellow doll was. He really doesn't care about anything related to Yoga. But it is different if He knows who the next owner of the Doll is. He could have killed the bear before changing hands.

With a rush step Yoga walk down the stairs. Today she looks so mature, Yoga wears a blue t-shirt with long jeans. There was a leather jacket wrapped around the back of his shirt. Perfect!

“Yoga go first Ma.”

He shouted at Santi who was still fighting in the kitchen. Regardless of the presence of Diki and Lia, Yoga immediately carried the large doll and left them.

From behind the helmet Yoga smiled to himself. His eyes were straight on the path he was walking towards the house of Moli. He tied the large doll in the back seat of the motor facing his back.

The shadow of Moli's face increasingly gnawed through his brain. He could not imagine as surprised as later after Moli saw the big bear. Wouldn't he like it?

No one will know about feelings. Love for example...

“Mbok, whose snack is this? It was in my room.” asked Moli to the Mbok who was ironing clothes in the back room.

“Have Yoga maybe, two days ago did He nginep here Non.”

Moli flinching twirling crackle bags containing the snack. “Can be.”

Ting tong's...

Moli turned to the brown door on the front side

her house. Put that snack on the table. “Who the hell, don't know what people are tired of!” Moli approached who was visiting her house.

Who would have thought this would be a surprise for Moli. The door opened slowly, someone was standing with a big bear covering his head and half his body. Moli rounded her eyes with her mouth gawking on the lid of both her palms.

“Surprise!” the voice behind the bear.

Then she showed her face with a smile on her lips.

Unbelievable, it turns out that Yoga took seriously his request at that time. He was not serious about making that request. Moli was still speechless a thousand languages staring at the huge bear. Is this as good as him? Why should I bother to obey his wishes? His smile widened with eyes fixed on the face of the man whose end was always filling his empty space.

“Yoga.”

Moli hugged the doll tightly. There was a grain of water that came out across his soft cheeks. “Still.”

Yoga sighed with eyes that could not be separated from his view. Is this what it feels like to make people cry because they are happy? If this is the result, even looking for a bud of angrek flowers in the middle of a wet forest will he do. It's even harder than that once.

“So that's the only bear in the hug?”

Yoga rubbed both hands with raised eyebrows. His smile could not be separated from his lips saw the girl hugging tightly the bear that had made him frustrated. It's okay if the results don't disappoint.

“Here I hug.. but bo-ong!”

Moli stuck out her tongue leaving Yoga still standing with her lips.

Moli unceasingly hugged and kissed the Doll. The yoga sitting next to him was just laughing amusedly. “Jealous me... would also be in the hug.” cerocos Yoga who want to light a cigarette that he previously took from his jacket pocket.

Without saying Moli immediately rushed to embrace Yoga until the cigarette in his hand bounced off to the floor. “Still, my dear adek, thanks.” one kiss landed on both cheeks and Yoga jidat.

Yoga was silent, no reaction. Does this angel think of him only as a younger brother? Can I hope for more? Isn't nothing impossible? The view is empty, the kiss is not meant by the category for beloved. But just to like. Really so? Yoga closed his eyes tightly, casting a shadow of hope in him on the angel who was now holding him.

“Iya the same.” he said after the daydream disappeared.

Moli sat back down. With an unrelenting hand playing the bear. “By the way you dapet where is the doll?”

“No need to ask,” saur Yoga who picked up the cigarette that was thrown earlier.

“Nyusahin tuh doll.”

“Still a boy already smoking, baby body!”

Yoga snorted ignited the cigarette by leaning his back on Sova. “Gue already ge-de, can not the do not call boy?”

Moli's laughter exploded upon hearing the rambling of Yoga.

“Iya.. yes...”.the laughter is getting to make Yoga a little irritated. His face was bent without turning away from the smoky cigarette.

If I am not an adult, is it wrong if I put my heart on you who may have surfed further in the name of love. Your body and heart may belong to another. But at least let me always look at your laughter even if it pokes my soul a little.

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