Shasi had been watching the sky in winter for two hours and were covered with mist without moving. Unwittingly tears slowly flowed down his chubby cheeks. As if the fog was a sign of something unpleasant. Yes, sweet memories that ended in bitterness for him. Sweet memories that when remembered will produce pain.
A year ago Trya just introduced his name to Shasi, with PING vibration! and sweet smile. Initially everything went simple. They joke, laugh, talk about silly things. Although all those conversations are only created in a short message (BBM). Attention and sweet talk from Trya at that time was not considered as something that should be interpreted with extraordinary by Shasi.
But over time Trya's presence brought another feeling, not an ordinary feeling but a strange feeling. Just one day there was no clink of BBM chat from Trya, something was missing. Every day there are topics of conversation that make Shasi laugh to herself like the world is only hers.
Until finally Trya ventured to take Shasi home. Shasi could not refuse. During the trip they talked and there was no awkwardness even though it was the first time they met and talked directly not through BBM chat.
Shasi's heart fluttered in hope and said "Has Trya considered me to be a special woman even though we only met for a while?" Shasi's smile grew silent, everything went away. Unwittingly this strange feeling has dragged him into a feeling called love.
Not only once did Trya take Shasi home, if he had time and the weather was supportive, Trya would take Shasi home. What Shasi always remembers was that Trya often pretended to forget the direction of the road, which should have turned instead. The reason is amnesia even though for a long time to meet. What nonsense. And once when Trya pretended that amnesia was in fact the road was being paved so back to the original road.
That night Trya shared photos on Twitter but Shasi couldn't see them. The next day Trya showed the photo that she shared on Twitter, in the photo the name "SHASI" was written. Shasi felt happy, ashamed, awkward and awkward. How does Shasi not blush with Trya, which woman is not happy when there is a man she likes to write her name to be shared on Twitter like that. Shasi felt that she was a princess who danced gracefully on the clouds.
Seconds change minutes, minutes change hours and hours change days. They are getting closer day by day. To the point where Trya bravely expressed her heart to Shasi nervously. Shasi responded with a whimsical response and confirmed Trya's stuttering statement. They also officially became lovers.
They make their relationship into something positive. Especially to motivate or encourage in learning. Not just learning in lessons at school but also learning to make sense of life.
They always share in joy and sorrow, always ready to hear complaints, always teaching and being taught, always giving before being asked, always understanding before being explained, always knowing before being told. Wherever they are always together and share with each other.
Shasi had pinned his hopes, given his full attention, devoted all his time, only to Trya. Shasi believes that Trya is the right person who can guide him.
But that commitment does not guarantee that they will be able to maintain their relationship until later. Where boredom will come suddenly and ready to knock down a strong relationship though. The eye cannot see sharply, the ear cannot hear clearly, and the heart cannot feel tenderness. Everything that is true can go wrong.
They have been in that relationship for eight months. Trya also felt bored and bored with the relationship with Shasi monotonous. Until in the end Trya also decided their relationship with one side, without the approval of Shasi. I wonder what made Trya so quickly take a decision and just forget all that he had lived with Shasi.
Shasi tried to convince Trya in various ways that their relationship could return to normal. But Trya was stubborn, did not want to listen to Shasi and remained in his stance.
Shasi could not do anything else. He felt that none of this was real. He could only be silent and cry alone. The bright sun turned dark in his eyes. The rumbling of noisy water was heard in silence. All that was in his heart and mind was only Trya.
A month full of Shasi disappeared from cyberspace and no one could contact him, he spent all his time just crying and thinking of Trya who had clearly left him just like that, really a pointless thing.
Shasi did not want to be constantly plagued by such deep sadness. He also prepared and strengthened his heart and mentality to return to the real world. Even though it is not an easy thing, however, life goes on and believes that in front there is something waiting beautifully.
There was a whisper of two women who said that Trya had a new lover. So fast, Trya got a new one. While here Shasi is still gathering his mentality to rise. It seems that after their separation, Trya looks fine. There is no sorrow, no pain, no anxiety. Trya can still laugh. I don't know what kind of man Shasi once loved proudly and very carefully.
Almost every night or even every moment, Shasi still often missed Trya. Considering how they were fine. Shasi who was once happy, was given a smile, was made to laugh by Trya. All those happy memories are now just one of Shasi's wounds.
In Shasi's heart said, "Do I remember a man who is not mine anymore and is already possessed by another, is my sin still longing for him, my sin still I love him very much? And why can't I forget it yet? My chest felt tight, my blood churned and my heart felt hot to see it with someone who replaced me in his heart. What he should have noticed was me, the one he made laughed at me, the happiest was me, not him. Do you know, it feels like meeting people who are loved by those you love, every day, but you have to act as if there is nothing? Can you imagine what it feels like to be someone who is hurting every day to see you with him? Hope you know, I struggle, every day to forget you. I force myself to hate you, every day, when I see you with your new lover. I try hard, every day, to accept such a dark reality. "
