The sun is stinging everyone's skin like a bee. Also lick everyone's skin so it becomes darker colored. Hearing the sound of a horn so long and shrill. Like one scene in a Korean drama, me and my bike almost got hit. Coarse swallow spit, death in plain sight. Quietly silent for a few seconds, gathering the souls that ran here and there in fear. Another horn also voiced, making me aware of the world.
I pulled my bike out to the curb. The car was also parked in the roadside is quite broad. A man got out of his car. "My favorite korean drama scene" I said to myself. Ah it was not, let alone take me home with a sports car that looks shiny no apologize. He scolded me with such tone made high. "Who are you? Instead of apologizing instead scolding me. Okay I'm wrong, but what's your brain is not going well. You are also wrong, how fast is your expensive car huh? Basics of the rich! "I said then after he kept scolding me. The young man looked angry, clenching his hands and his handsome white face turned red.
Together with the music from my smartphones, along with the melodious sound coming out of my lips. Breathe in such a way so as not to interfere with my melodious voice. The beautiful melody was audible with the headset attached to my ears.
"Contains" my heart is no longer empty. The incident, filled his emptiness. In the end the handsome face of the young man spun like a waterwheel in an artificial river. Separating the song and his face was so hard, it was just that the two of them supported each other to make me paint a smile.
So far, I've never dive deep into the bottom of hearts that many people say are empty. Hear the whisper of something that says "you like it?". It was just smoke, there was no fire yet I do not know if I felt too hot. Just met accidentally, because it was almost an accident. but what sense is this?
Away from korean drama, I figured that youth would apologize and question my news or even take me home in his expensive car. But what can I do? Life is not always like a Korean drama. I just know, the boy is still handsome despite scolding me earlier. "Ahhhhh" I shouted, just try that I was not emotional. But this is me, I can not pretend to be patient if my heart grumbles.
The weather is so scorching, I've trotted all the way all the way to the back parking lot of my school. Just busy justifying the pile of books in my rather heavy hand. Forgetting the gaze of the people around me who saw me wonder. High school boy running like that? But emang I'm used to doing that.
The finish line is in sight. I just went down the stairs to the back parking lot below. But not long after I thought about it, someone rushing into me made my books fall. Scattered like clove seeds in my yard. Impossible. He again the second time to make me silent for some time in shock. But that's true, but what does he do? With his innocent face he just stared at me. Is there no desire to touch my book and help me? She was not as angry as before, just staring at me for a few seconds of picking up the books. Then move on, ignoring me who seems to need help.
Pedal a bike with a big bag in the back. Releasing all the embarrassment because the scenery is not beautiful to me. Just imagine my backpack is so big in the back. But I pretended to ignore the shame. But really it's harder to pedal the bike. Soon a car with a high-pitched horn stopped beside me.
"BOM!" Yelled the young man who opened his windshield by pointing behind me. Damn man, I fell in surprise to think that there was a bomb behind me. BOM indeed exploded, but not behind me but inside me. "Astagfirullah" I said quietly. No bombs, the boy just lied to me. No, I no longer scolded or scolded him. But I got off my bike and picked up a small rock and threw it into the sports car beside me.
Never shoot, the shot missed. Not on target. What kind of moments? It just embarrasses me. The annoying young man burst out laughing. I just stared at him cynically, did not say a word. "Your tire leaked," the young man said later. Damn, it just deserved more weight. It's like in a Korean drama, but not a fun one. My fingers are clenched, but I will not be angry. I'm afraid my satisfaction is canceled only because of the annoying young man. Breathing deeply, I had to get off the bike until the workshop was ahead.
The turn of the year, day after day passed as quickly as the wind-rained rain. I'm not going to run anymore because I've become a 12th grader. If I do that again, people will think of me as a tenth grader. So far, enough people have denied me a 10th grade, but that's not what happened. Pedaling a pink bike, as well as a matching bag. maybe that's what makes them think so.
A breeze made the veil covering my chest move. Sacrificing my eyes that would be dusty just to occupy the seat in front. Walking fast in the parking lot where the dancing winds.
By the time I reached my good new class. My fingers grabbed the doorknob attached to the door. Without warning the door opened. Immediately I walked briskly to the front seat, in front of the teacher's desk. Together with my pink suit I sat on the chair. I miss sitting like this. Can not bear to listen to lessons that I have not known for two weeks. The sound of frogs interferes, but it's pretty good to be with me alone. With the frog's voice I felt someone was accompanying on a cold morning. One, two, three start there are other students who enter the class. They are busy looking for the seats that most have been occupied.
Astagfirullah "I said. What kind of coincidence? I'm a class with him. That young man, youth sucks. The young man who made me put the taste for the first time. I got another nasty punch again. The young man smiled with satisfaction. She could have expressed such a face that I wanted to throw up. He may also get annoyed when I pretend not to care about it by lifting my lips and looking away. Giving silence voiced in my heart, holding it. I have to get ready to ease anger at any time so that my fast daudku not canceled.
Like when Indonesia is colonized by japan, I was so. My fingers are countless times clenched. Really I never replied to it, I just menghiarukannya. I am sometimes afraid my anger will rise. Instantly, "astagfirullah" I uttered when the colonizers of my days began to interfere. It's not like a korean drama, not at all. The Korean drama entitled Boys Over Flowers is similar, but I do not like this scene. Supposing such a fun and romantic Korean drama scene. It is only if it is far from reality, like from sabang to merauke. Thousands of stars, as well as thousands of scenes. But there is only one star, one scene that dominates, the scene is annoying. I know he just wants to be noticed.
1 month valid. No longer am I silent, I now reply to whatever the act of youth named devan it. If she shares a stain on my veil, I would do the same for her expensive clothes or purse. It's just that I'm not angry anymore. My friends are many who say if we fit, yes maybe true. But that's just my opinion and they are, in fact not. How can sabang and merauke be united? We are too far away.
One hundred percent argument lost. Why do I miss? Yes, I started to miss the devan that sucks. I'm just scared, he no longer menjahilikiliku. Is it possible because I cried then? Yes. I once cried because of him scribbling tip-ex when I was asleep in class. Since then, he's different from before. Ouh yes, he said I was crybaby, I can not be joked. He rarely came to my seat to scribble my notebook. No more giving me a scribble in my hand that makes me a mockery. Money, he no longer hides my change. Everything's gone, not even a conversation between us.
I always say unlike Korean dramas, this is far from Korean drama. There are other targets, maybe that's true. True it is, my classmate named afifah is the girl who replaced my position. They both always fight. but some people say that devan loves afifah. And am I among them? No, I'm just an old goal that's out of date. No laughter, do not laugh anymore. I was wrong turned out, more fun before. Among the billions of people he is the most annoying, but if he sucks others there is pain.
I do not understand what my friend said. But I never suspected it. But before I ask, she goes away. Or maybe he's right away from me because of that code? The code the devan friend disclosed if he likes me. But I answered that I love the others, but that's just a lie.
Like a sick parrot, me and devan never say another word for a long time. Everything changed 180 °, made me miss. Leaving a pleasant argument.
Unlike Korean dramas, it's not like boys before flowers that end up happily. Back into two unknown beings. Two people who are familiar because the quarrel becomes alien to just make a sound. He is a devan, not Goo Jun Pyo in the drama boys before flowers.