You Who I Miss

Missed you

One week has passed. However, my mind continued to drift to Jakarta. I still remember him. Always was. Everything is still in my mind and in my heart. I smile to myself, sometimes I want to cry too. But, whatever my day, I'm here and he's there.

Dicky, dicky,

You know, I miss you! I miss Rahmad's father and Yanti's mother! I miss all of you. How are you, I hope you are good and happy!

My days are here. I'm walking as usual. There's nothing fun I can do. In addition to sitting and reading a book. However, I am not alone, there is Iqbal who accompanies me every day. She's now both my best friend and my enemy if she makes trouble at school. I don't know, he's hard to get banned.

***

It was in my class. I sat alone in my seat while reading a book of folklore of the archipelago titled the king of the culas, folklore from riau. The storybook was from Iqbal. yesterday the day after Iqbal and I stopped by the bookstore on the side of the road near the school. Iqbal also bought books there. I think the book wants him to read or do his schoolwork just like me. But instead he gave it to me. He said, "Read, keep telling me.". I don't know what's on his mind. Why he didn't read it himself. He can read.

When I was reading a book. Suddenly someone came and pulled my book. That man is Kelvin. He was the son of one of the teachers at my school. Although he was a teacher's son, but he was naughty just like any other child. My friends say he likes me. But he often irritates me.

"Read what the hell." he said while looking at the book.

"Give me back my book" I said, trying to take it from him. But he didn't let me take the book.

"Here." I said annoyed.

"Now" he said. When I wanted to take it, he threw it. I was silent, I wanted to cry, I was upset with him, I hated him.

I don't like Kelvin!

Dicky, that kid used to ganguin me, he even made me cry. If you're here, you'll cheer me up!

***

I took the book and left. I walked towards the futsal court and sat down on the chair that was there. There is Iqbal who is training in futsal for the tournament. I want to tell you about the incident, I don't know what else to do except with him.

From far away he smiled and looked at me.

"Ris, why are you here?" he asked.

"No pa-pa" I said.

"Let's go to class there" he said. I shook my head.

"You want to skip?" he asked again, but I kept quiet.

"Why, you're in Kelvin ganguin again" he said. I nodded and cried in front of him.

"Hey, don't cry" he said as he sat next to me.

"Usually you fight when in ganguin people, why now you become this kayak" he said.

"I'm tired of dealing with him every day, I hate him" I said.

"What is he doing to you?" he asked.

"I read another book in class, he took it, I asked him to return it, he threw the book" I said.

"I'm going to beat up a kid" said Iqbal.

"Don't." I said holding him away. I'm afraid Iqbal will actually do that.

I know what Iqbal looks like. Hit him his jag. He even joined the brawl. She always freaked me out when she heard him fighting with his classmates.

"Don't fight." I said slowly.

"So you said you hated him" he said.

"Yes, but don't fight." I said while crying.

"Later you are punished by the teacher how, I do not want if you get suspended because of me" I said.

"Here, don't cry anymore" he said, wiping away my tears. Instantly I thought of Dicky wiping away my tears. Iqbal looks like Dicky. But I realized they were different.

"It was crying" he said.

"I'm not going to punch Kelvin, even if I want to" he said.

"Promise yes." I said, pointing my little finger.

"This is what" he said.

"Huh, promise first." I said.

"Yes-yes, I promise" he said, hooking his little finger.

"It" he said. I just smile at him.

"Where to go to class" he said. I shook my head.

"No, I want to be here" I said.

"I bought ice cream back from school, I want to" he said with a smile. I smile nodding.

"But you go to class, don't skip it" he said. I'm silent.

"I'll pick you up in class, so Kelvin won't ganguin you again" he said.

"All right" I said.

"That's dong" he said.

I went back to class too. I saw Kelvin smiling ignorantly at me. I stared intently at him while sitting in my seat behind him. I honestly want to skip the lesson this time. I was so lazy to see Kelvin in what class he was sitting in front of me. I'm really uncomfortable, I want to feel like I'm moving to sit. If only I had been given a choice by Iqbal. Mending me to the cafeteria or to the UKS pretending to be sick, so I can rest.

***

After the lesson is over and the teacher is out. I'm getting ready to go home. When I want to leave. But Kelvin who was still in class pulled my bag and pulled me back.

Argh!.

"You why the hell, ganguin I keep." I said.

"Hahaha, why not" he said. I shut up, I better get out of here. But again Kelvin bothered me. He grabbed my hair strong. And it really hurts. This is too late.

"Aww, sick." I said.

"WOI." said Iqbal.

I'm surprised, Kelvin too. Iqbal stood at the door and saw everything Kelvin did to me. Kelvin let me go and I immediately restrained Iqbal who was walking closer to Kelvin.

"Let's go home" I said, holding Iqbal's hand.

"Later." he said.

"YOU ARE WHY DISTURB RISA CONTINUES." insisted Iqbal.

"WHAT'S HIS BUSINESS WITH YOU" Kelvin said.

"Gk!." Iqbal wants to punch Kelvin. But I'm holding him back.

"Iqbal" I said. Kelvin doesn't want to lose, he wants to hit Iqbal. The fight cannot be avoided. As much as I could, I tried to break them. I'm afraid if a teacher comes along, Iqbal's in trouble.

"Udah Iqbal, stop." I said as I broke them into a fight.

"YOU ARE STILL DISTURBING HIM, YOU ARE OUT." Iqbal insisted.

I took Iqbal by the hand and immediately left from there. Before something happens that I don't want.

On the way home. Like Iqbal said, he's got my ice cream. Before going home we stopped by the school ice cream shop. As always, my favorite ice cream flavor is Strawberry. After buying ice cream, we went home. The distance to school is pretty close. So Iqbal and I always go home on foot. I could have brought a bicycle to school. But my mother forbade me, while Iqbal, he did not want to take his bike to school. He said, later the bike was broken, pinjem play children at school.

While eating ice cream. I was thinking about that incident. Fortunately, no teacher heard it. But there is one thing I am worried about. Kelvin the teacher's son. I'm afraid Kelvin complained about it to his teacher mother. Iqbal must be in trouble, considering that there have been many cases also made by Iqbal.

"You don't keep going, a little bit of a fight, a little bit of a hammer" I said.

"Why if I fight, there is no harm in you" he said casually while eating ice cream. I stopped my steps.

"I'm afraid you're kicked out of school" I said.

"Biarin, many other schools" he said.

"If you get out of school, who am I with." I said. He was silent looking at me.

"I have no other friends but you" I said withholding tears from my eyes that wanted to come out.

"Now you're a crybaby yeah, a little cry" he said making fun of me.

I couldn't hold back my tears either. I feel like everything I did to her was useless. I was like this, for fear that he was in trouble.

"No, cry again" he said. I keep staring at him.

"Yes, I'm sorry" he said with a smile.

"Stop crying Rissa is beautiful" he said, wiping away my tears.

"I won't fight anymore, but I don't promise" he said.

"Especially if someone disturbed you like earlier, I just never pulled your hair" he said. I just kept quiet.

"Yes, let's go home, it's hot" he said as he pulled my hand away.

"I have PR, I'll teach me yes, I don't understand" he said as he walked with my hand.

"Yes" I said uninspired.

"Kok answered that, very weak."

"Yeah." I said loudly.

"Hahaha." she laughed and it made me smile.

Sometimes Iqbal's attitude reminds me of him. I guess that's what makes it hard for me to forget. But just thinking about it will only make me worse. And I can't live my life stuck in the past.

Maybe Dicky would do the same. And maybe now he has a girlfriend and is already happy with his new life.

I can't help but like Iqbal too. I feel comfortable with him. I don't mind either, if Iqbal is going to be with me.

Even if every day together with Iqbal. But I can never forget Dicky. He still lives in my memory. I know it's hard to forget the people we love in life. But, back again. I need to be able to get out of the past and live my life happily. Even so, it does not mean I forget the memories of the past with Dicky just like that. Dicky's memories I'll keep deep in my heart.

Dicky, dicky,

You are the one I miss!

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