It was late in the afternoon, when I saw the girl for the first time, sitting pensively on the steps of the entrance to the university hall. Alone. So beautiful, like an angel, I thought.
I want to say hello. Ah, but I'm shy. Finally I just looked at him, with a stunned look. Without saying anything. Until finally he got up and jogged across the parking lot toward the crowd of students passing by after school. I still stared fixedly at him. The girl approached someone. Oh, apparently someone picked her up. My heart became a little disappointed. Little bit jealous. How lucky for that guy, to have such a beautiful girl.
My mind wandered, imagining if it had been me who picked the girl up, on a perfect afternoon like this. Like romance. Even though it was actually just a small routine routine, it might have never been caught by the eye, other than by the girl and the man himself. It must be fun, huh, going home with loved ones?
I imagined the girl embracing my waist on a motorbike moving slowly down the street. Joking, laughing together, while enjoying the afternoon breeze. Although a little tired, his face brightened, because of the soft, reddish light of the night, his eyes glowed brightly, as we sat together in a corner of the city. Really perfect twilight.
My daydream shattered instantly when she disappeared. My heart became a little disappointed. Little bit jealous. Again. Ah, but not necessarily that guy is his lover. By the way, what's his name? Ah, tomorrow I have to know. Tomorrow I will know. And I passed. The evening passed.
The next afternoon, I waited in the same place as yesterday. Hope he reappears in the same place, sitting pensive with the same expression. Every second that I pass without it feels dry. What is this feeling? Is this love falling? As said people who are in love and corners on the edge of the parking lot, which was never accidentally heard by the corners of my hearing.
Ah, love. What is it like? They say love is beautiful, it hurts at the same time. So why should there be love if he carve a wound? Because without love, this soul will become shady and meaningless, he said. So, love is poignant, but we can't stop to love? I've never been in love, I've never felt like this. Could it be that I'm in love? They say love makes people happy. Love also makes people cry. So, love also makes me nervous? I don't know.
The figure I've been waiting for finally emerged from the campus. Alone among the crowd of students passing by in and out of campus. He sat pensively on the steps, but this time his expression was different. Jengah.
"Hey, Alina. Wait for pickup? Niko who picked up? " greeted a student who suddenly appeared to surprise the girl who was sitting pensive alone. Oh, so her name is Alina, a beautiful name.
"No, I don't want him to pick me up again. Last night we broke up, so today I was picked up by my father, "Alina answered with a sad expression, as well as furious.
"Why, why break up, Al? Weren't you still fine yesterday afternoon? "
"Yeah, that's right. At first I thought yesterday was one of the perfect afternoons because he already took the time to pick me up, then took me out, even though I knew he was busy with his work. But the perfect evening was ruined because there was a girl who did not know where suddenly appeared to slap Niko in front of me, and immediately cursed me with Niko while crying. And you know what? It turns out that his girlfriend Niko's jerk too ... instead he invented Niko earlier than me ... and that very instant I left right there. "
"But it is okay for a girl to just confess if she's Niko's boyfriend, right Al?"
"No, Ta. I'm a girl too. From his expression, I know that he was also lied to by that jerk ... Niko, who is a jerk, and I, who is stupid, could misjudge him all this time. And what makes me even sadder, when that girl leaves, and I leave too, Niko prefers to chase after that girl, Ta. "
And the girl who was called 'Ta' was hugging Alina, trying to calm Alina who started to be cool. "Alright, Al, don't be sad. You're lucky, you know that Niko's lie now. Rather than tomorrow, when your relationship is deeper with him, when you can't let him go, your heart must be more broken than it is now, Al. "
My heart furious to hear Alina's words. You know, you don't know. Sometimes I'm surprised by people like that, still not able to have a girl like Alina? I really don't understand. I who have nothing or nobody feel lucky to be able to look at Alina like this, even though she might never know that I'm here, admire her like this. I want to hug him, I want to wipe the wound, the tears. Yes, the wound because of love. But even if I wanted to, I couldn't.
I suddenly felt nervous. I realized I could not, even just to say hello though. I can only look at him, admire him, love him like this. Only. Nothing more. I'm just a pile of dead iron.
Alina left, approaching the middle-aged man who was waiting at the campus gate. His father? I looked at him one last time. Before disappearing I could hear him say something to his father while glancing at me, "Dad, that car is good, huh?"
