You Who I Miss
My feelings
1 month later...
On February 14, 2017. It was my day of love and my 17th birthday. People will usually celebrate their sweet seventeen with a festive party with family and closest friends. But not with me. I don't want to celebrate anything. Even though Mom had planned my birthday party, but I didn't want it, even if it was just a small party, I still didn't want to.
There's a reason I'm like this. After returning from Jakarta. My mind kept thinking about Dicky's condition that I didn't know. Though Mom and Dad were always in touch with Mom Yanti and Dad Rahmad, Dicky's parents. And they know Dicky's condition.
Every time I want to ask Mom and Dad about Dicky's condition. The look on their faces made me hesitate and afraid to hear it. I'm not ready to hear bad news about Dicky. I don't want that. And I'd rather cover my ears, even if I'm curious about Dicky's situation.
As usual, when I was sad, I went to the park near the house. I sat in the chair under the tree towards the garden fountain. I should be happy on my birthday. But, I can't be happy on top of Dicky's circumstances.
Dicky, how are you, I hope you're all right!
In the midst of my silence. A hand suddenly closed both my eyes. I know whose hand it is.
"Iqbal." I said.
"You know I'm coming" said Iqbal, sitting next to me.
I smile.
"Smells from the smell" I said. With a puzzled expression, he smelled the scent of his clothes. And it makes me tickle to see it.
"Hem, the smell of this kayak, is said to smell" he said. I laugh.
"Joking Iqbal." I said.
"Haha."
"Happy birthday my dear Rissa" he said.
"And happy valentine's day." she continued. He gave me two of my favorite chocolates.
I smiled and hugged Iqbal.
"Happy valentine days to you." I said right in the ear. Iqbal and I smiled at each other.
"I have a surprise for you" said Iqbal.
"I'll tell you, I don't want any surprises" I said.
"This is enough" I said while showing two chocolate gifts.
"Can't you, refuse gifts from people, what else from people you love, it's the same as you hit him, you want him hurt" said Iqbal. I kept quiet for a while while watching Iqbal play his phone.
"Well, what a surprise" I said.
"Here, someone wants to talk to you" said Iqbal while giving his phone.
Confusedly I took Iqbal's phone.
"Who?" I told Iqbal.
"Try saying hello" said Iqbal. I also obey Iqbal.
"Hallo." I said slowly.
From across the street, someone said my name softly. A very sound for over a month I look forward to. So happy I was that I wanted to cry.
"Dicky" I said, staring at Iqbal, who was smiling.
"How are you?" said Dicky.
"Alright, thank God" I said with tears that I could not bear anymore.
"You, how's it going." I asked.
"Thank God, you cry" said Dicky. I laughed while wiping my tears.
"A little bit." I said.
"Don't cry loh, Iqbal will also be sad, I will be sad too if that" said Dicky. I smiled while holding back my tears. I'm silent.
"Happy birthday, may you live a long, healthy life always, more sintered, and more beautiful" said Dicky.
"I'm sorry I just called you" he continued.
"It's not pa-pa" I said.
"Oh yeah, Iqbal said you don't want to celebrate your sweet seventeen, why?" said Dicky.
"No pa-pa" I said.
"Lost." I'm talking.
"You miss me, it means you have to doain me to always be healthy" Dicky said.
"Aamin" I said with tears in my eyes.
"Where are you okay with Iqbal, watch Iqbal later he brawls again" said Dicky.
I laughed with tears falling down my cheeks. Iqbal smiled wiping away my tears.
"Well, I love you" Dicky said.
After that, I returned Iqbal's phone.
"Udah?" he said. I nodded while looking down at Iqbal.
I immediately hugged Iqbal. I really can't believe I've had a boyfriend like Iqbal. He's the one who tries to make me happy every day, even though he knows that I'm missing someone. Maybe if he was someone else, I would have been left behind because I had another guy in my life. I'm very lucky to have a good boyfriend and best friend.
"Thank you so much Iqbal" I said, tightening my arms.
"Thank you again" said Iqbal, stroking my hair.
"I love you" I said, hugging Iqbal again.
"I love you too" said Iqbal.
"Oh yeah, Dicky said I should go home" I said.
"Oh, I forgot." said Iqbal.
"Come on." said Iqbal, holding my hand. Take me away on an Iqbal motor that's speeding towards my grandmother's house.
***
When I got home, I immediately walked inside. How surprised I was, when everyone gathered at the door gave me a surprise.
"Happy birthday rissa." cried everyone.
I was happy, until I could say nothing to explain it.
"Blow the candles dear." said Mother brought a cake decorated with candles flame to me.
"Make a wish" Dea said.
"Pray." said Andi.
"Norak, make a wish yes prayer." said Dea.
"Haha."
I closed my eyes. Saying my hope in my heart. Then I blew out the candles.
"Yeahh" said everyone, clapping their hands.
"Happy birthday dear." Mom said to me, kissing my forehead.
"It doesn't feel like my son is big now, I doain's father is the best for Rissa" said Father.
"Hopefully long life rissa dear." said grandma.
"May be more beautiful and." said Adam.
"From the beginning, his prayer was-it was om." Andi cut.
"Haha."
"Amin, thank you very handsome adam." I said.
"Haha."
"We go back, we eat" said aunt Yuli.
"Asik" said Lia.
We all including me and Iqbal went to the back. It means the dining table. To eat together. And all the food on the table is pink, my favorite color. On the right side of the wall, there is a birthday decoration backdrop, which is also pink.
Sweet seventeen Rissa's. That's the writing on the decoration's backdrop. Real nice. Happiness mixed with haru. I wanted to cry, but I could bear it because it was my birthday and the day of love. I don't want to break the epitome of affection from the people I love.
"Rissa." call my mom. I turned my head and saw Mom carrying a medium-sized box wrapped in pink.
"Yes ma'am."
"It's Dicky's mother Yanti and Rahmad's father, happy birthday they said." said my mother. I smile.
I immediately left, running towards my room. Curiously, I opened the box. Beautiful and full of memories, a picture of the past I got as my birthday gift and also a valentine day gift from Dicky and his family. My tears immediately fell, while watching the photos one by one. The past that I have always longed for is now in front of me in the form of memory frames.
Dicky, dicky,
I like your gift
Very nice and funny
I keep it on the study table, so I can see us in the past every day.
I miss you
-ooo-oo-
