You Who I Miss
Streets
At school, during break time. I was accompanied by Dicky going to the cafeteria to meet Anis. But dikantin Anis does not exist, so do Melyn and Dodit. Dicky and I were looking for them in the back garden. From a distance, I saw them there. The three of them sat on the garden chair. Dicky and I walked up to them.
"Rissa." said Melyn when she saw me. I smiled at them.
"Anis, I want to apologize for yesterday's incident" I said. Anis silently looked at me.
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry, you're not wrong" Anis said.
"But because of me you are scolded, I'm sorry" I said, holding back my tears. Anis stood up and faced me.
"Son, I was wrong, I'm sorry too" Anis said. I smiled and hugged him.
"Sorry." I said.
"Yes, I'm sorry too" Anis said.
Anis and I hugged each other. Melyn also followed. I'm glad I got to be with my friend back. I was afraid I would be hostile to them.
"Ikutan dong." said Dodit wanted to hug. The three of us compactly pushed Dodit away.
"Far away" said Melyn.
"Ck, you are" said Dodit.
"Haha."
***
At school's home hour. Dicky came to pick me up for class. He said, take a walk. I smile nodding. We both walked on bicycles. On the way, we were both joking as usual. I was so happy that day, being able to walk on a bike together with someone so nice like Dicky and I started to like him.
"Are you happy today?" he asked.
"Yes" I said with a laugh.
"Alhamdulillah" he said.
"Thank you." I said.
"For?." he asked.
"Yes, you're good with me." I said.
"Yes." Yeah."
"I like Dicky." I said suddenly. I'm actually embarrassed to say that. But I like Dicky, I don't lie.
"I like Rissa too" he said.
"Haha."
I don't think it's just the liking of a 10-year-old. But it is my love and my love for him who is always with me when I need to. And Dicky was my first love. Even though the guy said it was just a monkey's love in childhood.
Before we got home, we stopped by a roadside ice cream cart. He said it was his ice cream.
"You want some ice cream?" he asked.
"You." answered me.
"The cream is two bang" he said.
"Good deck."
"Tumben took his girlfriend down the deck" said the ice cream seller.
"Haha."
"Not bang, wife."
"Haha."
"Dicky, I can play in your house."
"May, but you'll let me go."
"Yes." Yeah."
"Nih deck." said the ice cream vendor.
"Thank you bang." he said.
"Enak?." he asked.
"Enak." I said.
After eating ice cream, we went home.
***
At Dicky's house, I was warmly welcomed by his mother. Her mother was so good to me. I smiled and kissed the back of his hand.
"Eh, there's a beautiful child from where" Dicky's mother said.
"Haha."
"Let's go in, baby." said Dicky's mother, embracing me and Dicky.
"Have you had lunch?" asked Dicky's mother.
"Not aunty." I said.
"Let's have lunch together" said Dicky's mother.
"Dicky get dressed first" Dicky's mom said.
"Yes ma'am" he said.
"Let's go, sit next to aunty."
"Rissa wants to eat what baby, auntie take it."
"No aunt, Rissa can take it herself."
"No pa-pa."
"Rissa likes this, vegetable kale."
After Dicky changed clothes. We also had lunch together. Me, Dicky and Mom. Dicky sat down to face me. He smiled and looked at me until I was wrong. I'm ashamed to see him continue like that.
"Rissa, have you allowed me to play here?" asked Dicky's mother as she poured vegetable kale on my side.
"Udah aunty."
"Udah ma'am, take it easy, Dicky's asking permission" Dicky said.
"Yes" said Dicky's mother.
"Om Rahmad where aunt." I asked.
"Not coming home from work, usually at this hour already home, but the cake he still has work in the office."
"Oh."
"Why, Rissa asked Om Rahmad?."
"Rissa wants to spend money with dad." Dicky said to me.
"No." I said.
"What does Rissa want?" said Dicky's mother.
"Haha."
"Aunty, Rissa doesn't want to snack."
"No papa, if you want to snack on ice cream, say it's the same mother, yes ma'am."
"This Dicky." I said with a frown.
"Haha."
"I'm kidding."
"Udah, let's finish the food, then I'll buy you ice cream."
"It's right, in buyin with mom." said Dicky with a whimper.
I was silent while pouting looking at him annoyed.
"Dicky don't keep teasing her, she'll cry." Dicky's mom teased him.
"Hemm, aunt."
"Haha."
Aunt Yanti laughed as she hugged me anxiously. I'm upset but I'm happy too. With aunt Yanti and Dicky. I don't feel like I'm anyone else. I feel so close to them. I feel comfortable with them. Dicky's mother treated me like her own daughter. She dressed me up too.
"Rissa likes it?" asked Dicky's mother when she finished braiding my hair.
"Like aunty."
"Rissa lives here, yes, same aunt, om, and Dicky, would you?" said Dicky's mother, holding me from behind.
"Hmm, Rissa has not permission aunty, later not allowed to father mother, later Rissa scolded."
"If Rissa is scolded, let's have a aunt who is angry with Rissa's father and mother."
"Haha."
***
At the end of the day, Dicky and I were cycling. This time I rode my own bike, and Dicky was on his bike. He took me to the field that used to be used by children to play football. We accompanied each other to enjoy the view of the orange sky. It was so beautiful to feel the atmosphere of the sun that was starting to set. If I and Dicky were on the beach and could see the sunset directly would be more beautiful and fun. Unfortunately we were in the city, only able to see the orange-colored sky. With someone we like to feel the twilight, that's enough for me.
"Beautiful." I said as I continued to pedal my bike.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Ris." call him. I turned to look for a moment at Dicky who extended his right hand towards me and his left hand held the handlebar.
"What?" I said in wonder.
"Hold my hand."
"Make what, I'll bring a bike, I'll fall."
"No, trust me."
"But slowly take the bike."
"Yes." Yeah."
I slowly removed my left hand from the handlebar of the bike and grabbed Dicky's right hand. I smiled at him.
"Not falling" he said.
"Yes." Yeah."
."If it's good, it's more fun."
"Hehe."
True what Dicky said, holding hands while such a difference is indeed fun.
I strengthened my hand, walking down the seemingly deserted road. From there, we continued to ride our bikes until we got to my house.
"Come in there, already want magrib" he said.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow" I said.
"Where do we meet tomorrow." she asked, pretending not to know.
"School." I said.
"Haha."
"Dad." Yeah."
That day I will never forget. Holding hands while pedaling a bike under the twilight sky is so romantic in my opinion. I am happy to spend all day with him. In a simple way, he tries to make me happy every day. I always felt good about it and wanted to stay with him.
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