Why aren't you home yet, Rik? " my friend Fian exclaimed to me when I got home from school.
"Yes, I still have to wait for Okta," I replied to him.
"Yes, I will, Rik first."
When all the students in my class have returned, I still have to wait for a woman, yes she is not a woman carelessly. He is my girlfriend, his name is Okta. Every day I have to wait for him to get out of the classroom just to obey his request to take me home. Okta is one class lower than me, maybe that's why she's always spoiled me.
"Have you been waiting long? Oh sorry, "a woman spoke to me.
"It's okay, OK, ready to go home?" I asked the woman who was none other than my girlfriend.
"Already, let's!" he pulled my hand towards the parking lot.
"How was the lesson?" I asked him while putting on my helmet.
"Well, it's just that I couldn't do chemistry." He answered while riding my motorcycle, even though I hadn't even ridden a motorcycle.
"So study often!" I shouted at him as he started to run my bike.
On the trip we both talked at length about Okta and about myself. And in the middle of the conversation he suddenly asked me something. Questions that I don't want to answer, even questions that I hoped would never come out of his mouth.
"If, for example, one day I was required to separate from you, how would you feel? Then are you willing? " he asked me.
I could only be silent and there was no intention to answer the question until when I arrived at his house. Then he descended from my motorcycle until he entered his house, and at that moment there was not a single word from him, everything went cold and stiff. And when I started driving my bike home ...
"I'm waiting for your answer dear, until March 15 !!" Okta's voice was heard even though he was inside his house.
I arrived home when my watch showed 5 more than 15 minutes, immediately I went into the house and took off my clothes going to the bathroom. After bathing, I fulfilled my obligation as a religious believer, namely prayer. After praying I went out to the living room, and by then my parents were seen sitting lounging while watching television.
"Do you want to use Okta again, Rik?" my father asked as soon as he found out I was there.
"Yeah, yeah ..." I replied while walking towards the two of them.
"Yes already, here sit next to Daddy" he said.
I approached the place where my father sat with Mother, Mom seemed silent did not say anything since earlier. I had sat next to my father, and at that moment the atmosphere began to warm. Mother was no longer silent, we began chatting here and there, about everything we discussed. Until you hear the faint sound of the call to prayer Maghrib, and immediately my father and mother invited me to pray prayers.
My family is a religious family, even if possible, my father and mother would invite me to fast Monday Thursday every Thursday and Thursday. Even though my father and mother each had a busy job, they still did not forget their obligation to worship.
After shaking hands and kissing my parents' hands shortly after sunset prayer. I went to my room to study,
"Riko ... !!" my mother called me from her seat during prayer.
"Yes ma'am?" I answered.
"Study seriously? Don't just think about Okta, hehe "he cried at me.
"Yes ma'am"
My mother's laugh was heard again, I knew it was a form of worry mixed with disappointment at me. Worried because I was thinking too much about my boyfriend, disappointed too because I was the only one who kept thinking about that Okta, my girlfriend. I don't know why I always think about my girlfriend, maybe because before that I had never dated. Yes, in another sense Okta is my first girlfriend, yes even though I'm not Okta's first girlfriend.
Oh yes, for a moment I remembered. On the 15th, that's when I had to give an answer to Okta's question. Now on the 13th, in 2 days I must be ready to give my answer to Okta. Whatever it is, I must be able to answer it.
"I'll go first, Rik," my friend exclaimed after school.
"Oh yes," I replied.
As usual, after school I had to wait for Okta again this time. Yes, the class is a bit longer than mine, and it happens every day. My tag's hand is pointing in the direction between number 1 and number 2. Exactly, it's half past two, and it's time to go home. But it's different with Okta's class, it's always when half past two more 5 minutes then the class comes out.
"Honey ..." someone called me.
"Oh, why don't you come back at half past two?"
"Yes, dear, the thing is that my class had no assignments."
"Duty?" I asked in surprise.
"Yes, every day my class gets assignments all the time, then the tasks are worked on together when I go home from school. So from the beginning actually I want to say that reason to you so you understand, honey ... "he said with his distinctive smile.
"Oh, if that's the case, let's go home!" I asked him as he headed to the parking lot.
"You haven't forgotten, right dear?" he asked when he was in the parking lot.
"Forgotten what dear?" I asked back.
"Right now the 15th".
Gosh, I forgot if today is the 15th. I have not been able to answer that question, for some reason. Though for a moment it looks like it's just a small question, but whatever it is I'm very difficult to answer it. If only I answered yes, could he be sad? Or even happy. If I say no, could he be happy? Or rather sad.
"Honey, what do I do?" he asked again, and now the tone was rather urgent.
"I can already answer, honey, later if it's just in front of your house, okay?" I replied to him.
"Ow, yes"
The mood of the two of you might still feel confusion, somehow confused because of what. The journey from the school gate to Okta's house was bland. Neither of us started the conversation, so I began to talk about anything to him. But the answer was only brief, and it further made the atmosphere of the trip home that day more bland.
"Are you really going to answer my question later?" he suddenly spoke to me.
"Yeah, really," I answered just that, because my heart feels bland if you want to talk longer.
A yellow-roofed house is visible, so that's Okta's house. Right in front of his house, I stopped my bike so that Okta could get down easily. But he never went down, for some reason.
"It's already arrived at your house say" I shouted at him
"I do not want to go down until you give me the answer to my question" his tone sounded rather annoyed.
What is this again, he really cornered me. I had no choice but to answer that question so he would come down. But I'm confused, what should I answer, if I don't have a heart, surely I won't think too much about this and will easily answer that question. Finally I decided to talk to Okta that my answer would come when I was home later.
"Yes dear, later if I have been at home I answer by telephone"
"Really?" he asked as he wanted to get off my bike
"Yeah, what's so important, honey?" I asked rather urgently
"It's important, if you don't answer, you don't love me"
"Yes, okay"
"Watch out if you don't answer again," he threatened me
Then I said goodbye and immediately returned home.
"Rik, we will move tomorrow"
I was shocked to hear those words, how come? I will definitely miss the atmosphere here.
"Really?" I asked my father to be sure
"Yeah, actually I have planned to move since a week ago, but I still don't dare to talk to you, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave Okta later."
"I broke up with Okta, yeah, I'm moving too, okay." I replied while remembering the incident about an hour ago.
"Sorry, Rik, actually the father who told Okta to break up with you, I'm sorry Rik." he said while his tone slowed
I was stunned to hear my father's words, why did he tell Okta to break me up? Is that butter my dad to me? Or maybe this is an act of wisdom of my father? I do not know what all this means, finally I decided to make my father's mouth smile.
"Yeah, yeah, it's okay, yeah. Riko also wants to not date anymore. " while I smile at him. And then he returned my smile with a very meaningful smile, coupled with his warm hug.
