You Who I Miss

Meet Dicky

That morning, the sky of Jakarta was so bright. I was in a park not far from the complex. I went there with Iqbal who was jogging around the park. While I was just sitting while enjoying the atmosphere of the park which was quite crowded at that time.

It's a little boring just sitting in the park. So I decided to take a walk. While looking around and looking for something I could eat, I called Iqbal to tell him, I didn't want Iqbal to worry about looking for me.

"Bal, I'm going to eat ya." I said.

"Where?, don't go far" he said.

"Yes bal, around the park." I said.

"Yes, you'll be sherlock, let me be the samperin" he said.

"Yes." I said. After that, I went back to the park.

There, there were many merchants peddling various foods. My eyes are on the ketoprak trader. It's been a long time since I last ate ketoprak with Dad when I was a kid. Straight away, I approached the ketoprak seller.

"Sir, order one yes." I said.

"Pedes not neng?." asked the father of the ketoprak seller.

"Not hard." I said.

"Yes neng, sit down first" said the father of the ketoprak seller.

Then I sat down where I was prepared. While waiting, I always looked, everyone who came to buy ketoprak, maybe it was Iqbal who came. One time no, two times no, three times no. However, I knew the fourth person and I was surprised because that person was Dicky.

"Dicky." I said as I stood up.

He looked up and it seemed that he was also surprised to see me.

"Rissa" said. Then he walked up to me.

"Pain here?" he asked.

"Buy ketoprak." I said.

"Himself?." he asked.

"Sama..," I wanted to answer that I was waiting for my boyfriend. Suddenly Iqbal came.

"Dicky!, why is he here, ris." Iqbal asked me. I'm silent.

"Don't misunderstand bal first, I accidentally met" Dicky said. Silent IQbal.

"This is neng" said the father of the ketoprak seller, carrying a plate of ketoprak my order.

"Can pack it, sir, want to go home" said Iqbal.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Come ris, we go home" said Iqbal. I just kept watching Dicky and Iqbal.

"Udah paid sir?." asked Iqbal to the father selling ketoprak.

"Not yet" said the father.

Then Iqbal also paid and took orders ketoprak mine that has been wrapped. After that, he immediately pulled my hand, wanting to immediately take me away from there. However, we haven't been able to leave, Dicky has already pulled my hand.

"Ris, I want to talk" Dicky said.

I just kept staring at him. I'm confused as to what to do. On the other hand there is Iqbal who I have to take care of his feelings. But, I also want to be with Dicky even if it's just for a little while.

"Come ris." said Iqbal.

Inevitably, I had to obey Iqbal, because he was my girlfriend. I had to take Dicky's hand out of my hand. Then I went with Iqbal.

Sorry Dicky!

I thought Dicky would come home. Apparently not, Dicky's coming after us. I stopped my steps as Dicky suddenly grabbed my hand. Simultaneously, Iqbal also stopped his steps. I looked at Dicky.

"Please ris, I want to talk to you" Dicky said.

"Speak what?." I said slowly.

"Udah, come ris, go home" said Iqbal.

I'm quiet, waiting for Dicky to talk. Iqbal then pulled my hand.

"Rissa, don't go home." said Iqbal.

"Iqbal, I beg you, I can take Rissa to see my mother" Dicky said. Silent IQbal. I'm quiet too.

"Just a little bal." said Dicky. Iqbal remained silent. Dicky I saw approaching Iqbal, he spoke whispering to Iqbal. I don't know what Dicky told Iqbal.

I don't know what Iqbal was thinking. But, whatever Iqbal said. I'll listen to him. Even if Iqbal would forbid me from meeting Yanti's mother, I would comply.

"Ok, I izini rissa met your mother, but don't be long, Rissa must be home before lunch" said Iqbal. I smile.

I'm shocked! Mixed joy in my heart!

"Yes bal." said Dicky happily.

"Thank you bal." I said holding Iqbal's hand.

"Thank you bal." said Dicky. Iqbal just nodded.

"Come ris." Dicky told me. I'm nodding.

"I go ya bal." I said to Iqbal. He's nodding. Then Dicky and I left.

"Wait." said Iqbal. Dicky and I stopped and looked at him.

"Dicky look after Rissa, watch out for her" Iqbal told Dicky.

"Look down, I'll take care of Rissa." said Dicky.

"Come ris." Dicky told me. I smiled then I waved at Iqbal.

"Wait for me at home." I said. Iqbal smile.

I know, actually Iqbal doesn't want me to go with Dicky. He might have been jealous at the time. Because he wanted me to feel happy, he was willing to feel pain in his heart.

Honestly, there was a bad taste that came to me. I left Iqbal alone and chose to be with Dicky. Maybe this is wrong. And you think you're wrong, too. I have to set boundaries within myself. I shouldn't have gone with Dicky who wasn't my girlfriend. However, how is this. I just want to see Yanti's mother, keep my promise. Before I go back to my grandmother's house.

***

At Dicky's house. I'll see Yanti's mother in the kitchen soon. He again cut vegetables while sitting on the dining table chair.

"Mother." I said as I hugged Mother Yanti from behind.

"Rissa." said Yanti's mother in shock. He held my hand.

"Who is here?." asked Yanti's mother

"Dicky." I said. Yanti's mother smiled.

"Mother misses Rissa" she said.

"Rissa also misses mom" I said, hugging Yanti's mother again.

"Said Dicky, yesterday mother was sick." I asked.

"Just tired, baby." said Ms. Yanti.

"Now it's healthy, because look at you" said Ms. Yanti again. I smile.

"I help you, ma'am" I said.

"Emang Rissa can cook?" asked Yanti's mother.

"A little bit." I said.

"Yes, you wash this vegetable first" said Ms. Yanti. I'm nodding.

I helped Mom cook. There is no fun activity like cooking with Ibu Yanti. Yanti's mother has been like my mother since childhood. You know how he treated me so well.

About Dicky I don't know where he was at the time. But I'm sure he must have seen the togetherness of me and his mother.

After helping Yanti's mother. I went to find Dicky. It turns out he's in his room. He read a book at his desk. I approached him too.

"You're here" I said. Dicky just smiled at me.

"Read what?." asked me.

"Comics." Dicky replied.

"You like comics" I said. Dicky nodded.

"Iqbal also likes comics, but he never reads them, he tells them to keep reading to him" I said.

"No, he can't read?" asked Dicky.

"Could be, 'emang he like that from a small." I said.

"Oh."

Dicky and I fell silent. There is no more conversation between us. Dicky looked at me. His eyes were staring at me. My heart is beating fast. My mind was everywhere, nervous. Seen like that. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"I want to go home." I said to Dicky.

"You can't go home" he said. Instantly I was surprised.

"But you promised Iqbal." I said.

"I want to deny it" Dicky said. I'm speechless.

Dicky then stood up. He looked at me with a look I didn't understand. Dicky hugged me tight. So tight. I was silent as if silent.

I clenched my hand tightly. I want to hug him too. But, I have been determined to limit myself and keep the feelings of Iqbal who has been with me all this time.

Dicky!

Don't act like this!

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