OCTOBER BEARS
~You and That Bracelet~

Let's get out

I just got a delivery, though,

Get ready for Kynaya after Magrib Dirgha's invite.

I smiled wryly towards this already blurry screen. Reading over and over again the messages from Dirgha that took me on the road, let alone this Sunday night, I was a little scared. How not, an Adzkynaya Seiza never did that. Never been at all. I paced around the 5x5 room. Sometimes to the corner of the closet sometimes also to the back of the door, where know I get the answer in one of these boarding places.

“Why pacing so Kynaya. Later if your feet hurt don't ask brother to rub it1!” nia's voice succeeded

stopped my steps I don't know how.

“Ehm anu kak's. Dirgha ngajak out. hmmm.” I explained with the root of the real problem.

“Cie, weekly nights ah. I think Dirgha likes you Ay.” Brother Nia suddenly flirtatious especially on behalf of the night of the week that occurred.

“Kak apa’an anyway. Uda ah, how should Kynaya?” ask me what should be.

“You've gone, go home at 21:30 wib yes, do not pass.” broke brother Nia that's the way out according to him.

“Ah no ah sis, just sister ga out. Shame, fear of being caught with friends.” regretfully I began to fabricate the effect later.

“Kakak bertar again also go. Here you choose Kynaya” clothes, he continued

I was fixated somehow now, just being able to be silent and follow every reference of this costume, she was so deft with dressing me up. It wasn't my face that he changed, but my clothes alone. Disagree the taste should apply bride with powder coated and lipstick that is so red. Ah no, I also have never used lisptik even though my age has referred to the head 2, the number 20 years.

During the school post-scholarship, birthday party or Lebaran season I do not wear it either. So far just relying on my baby powder alone is more than enough.

Sister Nia dressed me in cox pants and in harmony with her hijab, the shirt she gave off was a grayish-brown pattern with a spoiled arch at each end of her shirt. Whether it's maching or I'm in the wrong costume, it's fitting that attending an invitation is not the beauty of a weekly night. These are all Nia's clothes, I promise I'll wash them and provide an escort too.

“Beauty sister?” I asked as he managed to tie up this long hair.

“Sok beautiful this time Kynaya. hahah.” she replied with lips that started in the incline, mocking me.

“Beautiful from birth, hahahah.” reply me with satisfaction and as if I was sipping sea water which he said was salty himself.

It's over, I've said thank you too. I glanced at the wall clock in the corner of Nia's bed, at 19:35. This is almost Isya in fact, it feels worried whether to call Dirga asking so or not. I hope so, I'm ready for Dirgha. As if a tadung together, my phone screen immediately raises a call message from him, it could be a coincidence.

“Kynaya is done?” tannya

“Has just now, where is Dirga? Home kost ya?” my reply was trying to move this curtain to make sure it was there.

“Ehmm, this is Kynaya. Sorry, it doesn't seem to be. Because my kost brother suddenly left, the train was taken. How dong. You are angry yes, yes gapapa I apologize once, there is no intention to break the promise.” he explained bringing news that at that time immediately forced my mood to roll the mat, disappointed.

I took a deep breath, trying to be ordinary.

“Oh yes, it's okay Dirgha.” I see, I hope the voice of disappointment is not able to find.

“Sorry yes.” he came back and ended our conversation.

In addition to her good heart, sister Nia is also good at singing, her voice is melodious with any genre. I can imagine when he gets married later, there is no need to hire a biduan because all will lose with his beautiful voice. I just every mangosteen to follow the rhythm of the song bang jono he brought, followed laughing and trying to blend that the world is mine and sister Nia. Suddenly my phone rang back, its louder voice capable of defeating everything.

“Why Dirgha?” I asked that someone who turned out to be Dirgha.

“I'm already in front Ay, here down.” he replied later.

I grabbed the hijab and put it back on, fortunately I haven't changed this outfit. If not, the time will be longer. Right, Dirgha's already there I can see it. After saying goodbye to Nia's sister my foot immediately took me to meet her. You know what happened after that? Our clothes are the same, the gray batik and the pants he wears are coloured coksu too, strange. It seems like tonight was planned by the earth itself.

“We are going to be walking Ay?” he asked after ending his laughter at the idea of the earth.

“As far as you are, I'll come.” I replied simply.

“We ain't no Ay, there's Amrue and Farhan too. That guy invited me to sit down, was also suddenly my brother kost came home he gave me a balek train, so gini. How do you want to join ga?” Obviously, while I follow.

I nodded in agreement, let it not be both even if there are other friends of mine. We got to the parking lot, and I found Amrue and Farhan there. They mocked Dirgha while I was just trying to hide behind him, ashamed of how to behave.

“Ehem-ehem” flirtatious voice Amrue managed to greet me when he found my hiding.

“It looks like there will be a couple unit 02 yes, Amrue?” lirih Farhan looked at me and Dirgha in turn.

“Hahah, usa bacot, silent ko!” seize Dirgha then and pull his second hand into this warkop.

I followed them from behind. This whole park is inhabited by a lot of men. Some play games, Sali exchange stories, do tasks or as we are now what the name suggests, accompany a friend who is ngedate with his girlfriend and then guarded by 2 mosquito bats. Oh no, I'm not dating anyone, even if the crazy person asked me though would interpret me as Dirga's partner let alone with our appearance and the voice of Amrue and Farhan who began to be unguarded. It's complicated, always staring flirtatious. Dirgha was beside me while my friend was in front of us playing laptop.

Either trying to focus on what they saw as if not aware of the work of Dirgha who thrust me back something that smelled of a couple, a twin bracelet. I can see from here, they just pretend to play hp, whether they've photographed me and Dirgha and spread it in the class group, well I forgot to bring my phone.

Dirgha is not playing his phone either. He was busy putting the bracelet on me, trying to hold it so that the oversized bracelet looked fit. My heart is not good, this Dirgha does not realize we are being the subject of their spectacle, nor can I take my eyes off the two, occasionally to Dirgha and also to them. It's like security guards can't miss a second.

“Sorry Ay kebesaran.” softly and managed to make the mosquito guard sound flirtatious again.

“Ehem-ehem..from earlier hands below, apparently love something the same Kynaya.” ledek Amrue and Farhan agreed.

“There is, what the hell is busy times. hahahah.” spray Dirgha cover the look of his face that he can not hide.

“Here Dirgha let me take a photo. Make you chat I'll have a photo of Kynaya. Yes, yes yes.” explained Farhan, I do not know what lies their cunning.

“Look his hand, oh twins all . Confused where is Kynaya where is Dirgha isn't Han?” amrue continued, our shame is becoming more and more.

Dirgha stood up and hit his two friends' jokes, I was just smiling on the chair. Male friendship is like that. punches, insults, insults and even gossip for those who already know each other it is just a joke. Unlike women, talking a little wrong especially to play hands, it can lead to the authorities if necessary. Not infrequently the saying is sometimes true. If you are friends with a man, you will be queen. But if you are friends with women, you will become enemies. Women cannot blame each other.

Dirgha closed his chair with me, this kid wants to take a picture too apparently. Amrue as cameraman while Farhan stylized mimic face stylist. Sometimes we follow their advice, and sometimes Dirgha refuses. This child was already salting a high level until his voice sounded dimeh, talkative. We're getting mixed up with whatever the story is tonight. Sometimes they would not hesitate to reveal how often Dirgha told me about the two, and how many ideas he had to try to keep us close together in class.

That way Dirgha continued to tell lies and repeat hitting the shoulders of the two, but those who became his victims as if there was no hatchet, still continue the next story.

Dinner was over, Dirgha drove me home.

“Thank you Kynaya for tonight.”

I nodded and waved my hand and went in and left. With the boarding door I closed, as soon as the day ended. I can't answer if logic asks for an explanation as to whether my heart's news with everything that's happened. Is it happy, ordinary, or at least live a little bit of my hope in a Dirgha. I can't be clear at all, I'm still being neutral because I think it's the same as the others, my friend. Not knowing tomorrow brings a plot that's how about the two of us. Still like the rules of the friendship script, or suddenly changed because of the triumph of feeling.

However, for today and for the night of this first week I am happy, Thank you again Dirgha.