
Around 8 p.m. When I was reading bobo magazine while sleeping in a mattress. Mom came to my room, she told me Dicky called. My mom said Dicky wanted to talk to me. I'm surprised, Dicky called once. Wh why? Is there anything he wants to talk about. But tomorrow morning, it's night.
With a confused feeling, I sat down on the couch near the phone table and answered the phone that had been connected.
"Hallo." I said slowly while looking at my mother who was sitting on the sofa. Mom smiled at me.
"Rissa" said.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Hemm" said.
"Why ky?." I asked.
"Hem, how's the wound on your leg?."
"Udah meningan, treated with mother."
"Ohh, good."
"Yes." Yeah."
"What are you?." I asked.
"Sit on the phone with you" he said.
"Haha."
"You?."
"I was going to sleep, but I wasn't."
"Why, 'cause I'm the phone."
"Yes." Yeah."
"So I'm bothering you."
"No, I'm not sleepy yet."
"Either."
"What's the matter?." I asked in wonder.
"Yes, we're not sleepy."
"Haha."
"Ris, I'm sorry about the last time I fought with Dodit" he said.
"Why are you apologizing to me?."
"Yes, because I made you angry."
"No, no pa-pa, but you don't fight with Dodit anymore."
"Yes." Yeah."
"Don't hear what Dodit said."
"Yes Ris."
"Promise yes." I said.
"Promise." he said.
"Yes Ris, you're sleeping, it's night."
said it.
"You too."
"You're not going tomorrow, Melyn's going to ride a bike again" he said.
"Yes would."
"Tomorrow afternoon I'll pick you up."
"Yes." Yeah."
"That Rissa you slept, you had a good dream" he said.
"Yes, you too" I said.
"Assalamualaik."
"Getishalam."
Thereafter. I sat down while holding the doll I brought from the room. I was thinking about the times I talked to Dicky. It's my first call with anyone let alone it's Dicky. Strange it feels. I made my own smile. I don't know why I. There's a sense of pleasure inside me. I was smiling incessantly and even laughing.
"It's the apple." asked Mom.
"Eh mother, hehe." I said embarrassedly. Mom smile. He stood up and walked over to me.
"Okay, the mother's son was big it turned out, it could be weekly" he said while sitting next to me.
"Hahaha, mom."
"What did Dicky say?" asked Mom, embracing me.
"Secret" I whispered.
"Hmm, now you've been playing secrets with mom, yeah."
"Haha."
"Mother, not weekly, we usually eat out."
"Rissa laper ma'am."
"Rissa what do you want to eat?, I want fried rice masakin."
"You, but pack a sausage, same nugget too."
"Yes." Yeah."
"That's a lot, pack eggs too."
"Dear, there's more."
"The drink, Rissa wants mango juice."
"Any restaurant's in."
"Haha."
"Dad, don't want fried rice." cried mom.
"Yes, yes" cried the father from the room.
"Kok, mom feels like she's a restaurant waiter."
"Haha."
"That's a child laughing." said my mother.
"Haha."
"Rissa wants to help you?."
"You."
"Yuk, we cook." said the mother, extending her hand. I held my mother's hand. And we went to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, me and my mom were cooking. I mean the cook is my mom. I just help you a little, including when mom cuts mangoes and I help eat them, hehe.
"Rissa, how to eat" said Mother when I ate the mango fruit that you just cut small.
"Hehe, laper." I said while eating.
"Hem."
"Take the sugar dear." said the mother.
I took the sugar next to me and gave it to Mom.
"It's mom" I said.
"Thank you." said Mother.
"Sama-sama" I said while taking another mango.
"Rissa." said my mother upset. I smiled and ate the fruit.
"One more ma'am" I said. Mom was silent looking at me.
"Haha."
I felt so happy that night. I don't know what, but I'm so happy. Maybe my mood is good. Finish cooking. Me, mom and dad had dinner together. With candles on the table, but no fire, just decoration. Actually I want to light the candle. But, said the danger of playing with fire. Not electricity for what. I think it's better that way.
"Hem, good." said Dad.
"Well, it's Rissa who cooks." I said lie.
"The hell." said mom. I smile.
"Help with mom, a little" I said with a laugh.
"Hem, then Rissa gets a gift from dad" said the father.
"What?." asked.
"Book of recipes."
"Take that."
"Yes, let Rissa add her cooking pinter."
"Hmm dad, Rissa doesn't want to." I said with a cheery face.
"Hahaha." mom and dad laughed.
"Already, finish your food, after that brush your teeth continue to sleep" said Mother to me.
After eating, I immediately brush my teeth and go to sleep because I am already very sleepy. As I was going to sleep, I suddenly thought of Dicky. I don't know why his face popped into my brain. Just thinking about it, making me smile is not clear, especially in front of me, my cheeks must be red like tomatoes.
I don't feel satisfied talking to him. I want to hear his voice before I go to sleep. If I could just call him right now. But it's night, Dicky must be sleeping. I don't want to disturb his sleep.
I remember when Dicky said: "I like you". The word kept turning in my head. And that word made me smile no longer clearly. I'm ashamed of myself. My heart beats unbecoming. I was surprised by him. He's so easy to say that. Didn't she feel ashamed after saying that to me. I was no longer afraid of my true feelings.
Actually, there are more feelings for him. I like him too. From the beginning I met him on the mango tree behind the school. He has drawn my attention, he looks different from the others. And now I know that he likes me too. Should I say that. But, how do you say that to him? I'm shy. How's response? What if I said that, he changed, he doesn't want to play with me anymore.
Should I tell my mom about this first. Usually, I always tell my mother first to ask her opinion. But it's about how I feel about Dicky. If I tell you, then mom will laugh and mock me again, I will be embarrassed. Daddy's? I've never told dad before. Mom used to always take my story to dad. If I tell Mom and Dad know. I will be angry with him. Maybe I'm not allowed to play with Dicky anymore. I'm not even allowed to play with other friends.
Ah, if I think about it later I can't sleep, I better just sleep, it's also night.
"Good night, Dicky, good dream huh."
After that, I closed my eyes while hugging my teddy bear.
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