You Who I Miss

Sunyiku

"Don't cry, I'll hold you."

- Dicky Pranata

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Someone woke me. He called my name slowly. I think it's Iqbal. Turns out I was wrong. Not Iqbal but Kikky.

"Iqbal" I said as my eyes opened.

"Iky." Kikky told me.

I silently watched Kikky crouching to match my sitting position in the car. Then I cried while hugging Kikky.

"What is ris?." asked Kikky.

"Iqbal." I said with a hiccup.

"Iqbal?" said Kikky repeating.

"It's inside" said Kikky.

"Iqbal is angry with me." I said.

"Why?." asked Kikky confusedly.

Without further ado, I told Kikky everything. He was quite surprised to hear that. Seen from the eyes of Kikky who glanced towards Dicky who was already standing next to him. I don't know what Kikky thinks of me. Kikky my brother, there's no way he's thinking about anything that doesn't affect me.

"Not crying" said Kikky, wiping away my tears.

"Let's help me talk to Iqbal" said Kikky. I just nodded my head.

"Yes, let's go in, take a break" said Kikky.

While still crying, I tried to stand up from the car seat with Kikky's help. My legs are limp and my head is also dizzy. I don't know why I. Maybe this is the effect I've been crying too much. Yet, I don't know.

When I got out of the car and couldn't stand. Fortunately there was Kikky who was swiftly holding my body so as not to fall.

"No, no, don't cry anymore" said Kikky.

"You want me to be fat." said Kikky.

"No need" I said briefly.

Kikky was just carrying me, helping my body to stand right.

"I'm helping you" Dicky said as he watched Kikky close the door.

"You've come home, you've gone bad" Kikky told Dicky.

"Rissa?." said Dicky.

"There's me, there's his parents, there's his brother, there's his girlfriend, you don't have to worry" Kikky said.

"Yes" said Dicky. Kikky quiet. So did I.

"I'm going home for a ride." Dicky told me. I just nodded.

"Be careful on the road, thank you for taking Rissa." said Kikky. Dicky nodded and got into the car.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh" said Kikky.

After seeing Dicky's car go. Kikky and I went into the house. In the living room there is no one. Directly Kikky took me to my room which turned out to have Dea who was engrossed in sleeping while playing his phone.

"Yeah, help dong." said Kikky.

"Rissa, why?" said Dea anxiously as she approached us immediately.

"Sick." replied Kikky's origin.

"Huh."

Dea also helped me walk to bed. Slowly I sat down on my bed. Kikky helped take my shoes off. While Dea just stood there confusedly watching me.

"I'll tell aunt tiya yes." said Dea.

"No need" I said.

"Why?." asked Dea. I'm silent.

"Do not yak, you take food for rissa, but do not be found out, can." said Kikky.

"What is this?, can I tell you, I'm confused" Dea said.

"Take food first, I'll tell you a story." said Kikky.

"Yes, I'll get it first" Dea said.

Dea also left.

"But don't let mom sam dad know" I said.

"Yes ris." said Kikky.

Shortly thereafter, Dea returned with a tray of food and a glass of water.

"Here yak." said Kikky. Dea gave the tray to Kikky.

"Vitamins you keep where ris is." asked Kikky.

"In mom." I said.

"Here, I met aunt tiya in the kitchen, she loved me." Dea said.

"Oh good, you didn't say anything, did you, aunt tiya?" asked Kikky.

"Son, aunt tiya is also not nanya, she just the nitip" said Dea.

"Ohh." said Kikky.

"So, what really happened?" asked Dea.

"Ceritain I want to know." Dea said.

Kikky told me what I told her. Dea's response was the same as Kikky's. He was quite surprised by what Dea had heard.

"Seriously ris, you're Dicky, hm." said Dea as he moved his hands together to form a snout that clashed together.

I nodded while nodding my head.

"And Iqbal knows." said Dea.

"Yes." I said slowly.

"Pantes, Iqbal in the car was quiet, like that, I think he was like that because there was no you, there was something else" Dea said.

"Which way should I be?." I asked Dea and Kikky. Dea and Kikky quietly stared at each other.

"Yes, eat ris first." said Kikky while thrusting a spoonful of rice at me.

"Yes ris, eat first, later we help think about how to make good again with Iqbal" said Dea.

"Iqbal have eaten?" I asked before opening my mouth.

"Udah was with us" Dea said.

"Where are you?." I asked.

"Some, I'll call you later, get him here" Dea said.

"A." Yeah."

I slowly chewed my food that Kikky fed slowly. My brain is constantly thinking. I don't know what to do but think of a way for me to make up with Iqbal.

"Ris, swallow the food, don't daydream, not good" said Kikky.

"Where is iky." I said.

"Yes later ris." said Kikky.

"Why are you always crying about Iqbal?" asked Dea. I'm silent. Kikky too.

"Why do you have a boyfriend, but the work for you to cry, mending do not need to have a girlfriend, we still have Kikky with Andi ris, they can take care of us" said Dea.

What Dea said has a point, too. But Andi and Kikky have other lives besides Me, Dea, Anggun and Lia. I know, from childhood, we were always together. But now it's different, it can't be like before.

After eating and taking my vitamins. I lay down next to the sleeping Dea. Kikky pulled out the blanket, enveloping me and Dea.

"Dea is asleep" I said.

"You also have to sleep" said Kikky.

"Sleep ris, don't think about anything." said Kikky. I comply.

"Yes icky." I said slowly.

I close my eyes, even if these eyes are not sleepy. I felt Kikky stroke my head for a second, and then she left.

I forced myself to sleep. However, I can't sleep. My eyes refused and I kept thinking about Iqbal. I want to meet him and discuss this matter. But, you know I haven't met him after coming back from the top. Maybe Iqbal chose to avoid me again. However, this is not the solution.

It's two in the morning. But my eyes are awake. I could only cry silently with my mind everywhere. I held my crying voice, so that Dea would not wake up from her sleep.

I looked at the sleeping Dea next to me. It feels good to see Dea who can sleep comfortably without the burden of the mind. Dea has a boyfriend. His name is Rama, he's good. Surely the days of Dea are much more pleasant than my days and my feelings.

All night I wish Iqbal would come to my room. But, I don't think that's possible. Because Iqbal is still angry with me. I accept that, I was wrong. But he doesn't have to stay away from me. Looks like I have to give up and give him some time for this.

Where are you bal! Do you miss!

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