OCTOBER BEARS
~Love Seunit~
It's Monday, which means I have to go to college.
Our ngampus schedule revolves around like a typical High School kid, from Monday to Saturday. Maybe because it is still new until the schedule is tight. I had been sneering at Dirgha's phone since dawn, this kid always called me and discussed the same topic, I had to go to college.
Yesterday, I was completely absent for 1 week because of that problem, I was just busy hiding in the boarding room and kept on being on standby reading every insult of my classmates who kept on bullying me. The situation that dragged in the sadness made me more depressed, ever also crossed want to return to the village. Rounding my resolve to go home and not want to go back, if I have to be forced to go to college, I have to move campuses.
But this morning was different, Lia had even picked me up 1 hour ago, I had also explained that I did not want to go to college, this monthly guest also made the reason. But Lia did not care, she instead told Dirgha that early to buy me medicine. I was confused as to which pharmacy had opened so early.
“That's not necessary, this is your medicine let's drink. We have to go to college.” Lia's words 1 hour ago forced me to drink it but the bitterness of the drug is still felt.
Just this time I felt heavy footsteps, as if their words and insults had turned to the size of the earth and that was what was now overflowing me. I continued to examine the words that were thrown out every time I managed to find their faces one by one. Staring at me was cynical and full of emotion, whereas the revelation itself was not such an exaggeration.
“Please sit down Ay, Lia accompany him always yes.” wirih Dirgha while tidying up my chair that he pulled from behind earlier.
I nodded and Lia gave her thumb. I could see their eyes just keep looking at the three of us, like watching drakor until none of my eyes could blink. Apparently the revelation was beside me, the front row of the group of men. I looked at him, there was no more anger I showed but compassion for his actions that I enjoyed myself. As a result of the problems that only the two of us experienced, they attacked me one by one. It was not a physical play but as if my mental suddenly critical made.
An Adzkynaya Seiza becomes the months here the most tranding topic that continues to be discussed. Haters began to appear so that now my movements alone have been paying attention.
Not a minute I'm sitting here, I've heard the whisper of the neighbors over there, These women can not escape the name Ghibah, Ghibah, I was in front of his eyes alone he could talk about especially when I wasn't around. Ah I don't know, I opened this binder looking for other activities when Lia was busy with her phone.
Mr. Rozil came, thank God the bully ended his busy life. The Lecturer immediately explained his responsibility, explained the next material, I tried to rotate my brain. Come on wake up it's time for college, this brain seems to go to sleep after 1 full week I fakumkan so whatever he said I can not fully understand. You weak Kynaya.
“Please the secretary write to the front, these are the names of the group yes.” order Mr. Rozil suddenly.
I nodded in agreement, starting to write down whatever was on this paper. The class was suddenly quiet, there was not the slightest whisper I caught. I wanted to look back and see what they were doing, but no, that would be the next thing they would talk about.
“There is a couple’an nih, ya ga guysss.????” lirih Alfin finally and the noise seemed to be reborn.
“Iya ah couple, it looks like there is another kasmaran deh.” Rizqan continued.
“Ah, why are both Medan people, Acehnese girls are beautiful. Tall, his nose is pointed again!.” another further, well I know this must be the Rizal, he is always thin-seplos character.
Want me to pull my arm and hide it from anyone, if I have to fight them all, what does it have to do with this bracelet. It was mine and I was free to use it, but it was impossible, they were too many. The words that meant to cry us out I will not reply, we are still in conflict so they can say it at will and that is how much I am tormented, swallow everything they throw without me commenting.
Just this time I had stage fright, not shame or nerves, but my condition that was used as bullyan material. Dirgha voice I can hear, he must be busy hitting anyone who speaks, not least with Rizal earlier. They've been busy fighting us but still laughing, stupid Dirgha, relationships are not to be laughed at!.
Apparently the clock is rolling fast, I can slightly lower the anxiety that it's time to go home. I didn't see Dirgha where, like joining other boys, my head almost fell to get past the people sitting in every classroom, there are also those who continue to stand in every corner of this faculty.
Actually not because of beauty pretentious, I was most uncomfortable walking among a group of men, let alone the look of their eyes that I could not understand. Plus my problem and that revelation, who does not know what happened that has spread widely throughout the roof of this engineering room and not to mention the whisper of an extraordinary neighbor, many humans are affected by the speech of others when it is just a cover of hatred of its own person. I'm afraid they know that I am the suddenly famous Adzkynaya Seiza. .
With Dea and Lia we walked towards the main gate, they wanted to go to my hostel. The afternoon breeze was indeed effective, he tickled my cheeks gently, wanting me to reply but he did not let me touch his body, apart between the sidelines of his grasp. We talked but not too important, just a Korean drama. Not me, but them. I don't like that, poetry and twilight are much more beautiful.
“Eh, it's Dirgha.” Ogled Lia while stretching towards the road.
I caught a line of roads trying to find where he was. Lia immediately pulled my hand to make it run a little. It's not just Dirgha. There was Yudha, Typhoon and Adit too, they were busy eating grilled meatballs and there were squeezed oranges there too. Lia and Dea immediately scattered themselves with them, I fell silent and laughed as the Taufan's burning meatball landed smoothly on the grass, he seemed to want to share with nature. Dirgha came up to me, looked at me and smiled in his style.
“No, I'm full.” shrewdly then, not lusting after seeing a snack like that. Then Dirgha threw his question to others but the group of humans put on indifference as well.
We looked at each other, Dirgha slightly nudged my shoulders to follow him. Yudha's car was quite big, I had a little trouble getting on it. Want me to say why not borrow Lia's train alone, beat is perfect for us. Had Dirgha been able to read my mind he would have given me a little praise, at least a sense of gratitude for knowing how I did not question the physicality of the carriage by which many women made it a measure of luxury on the way, especially to cover up high prestige. Though the same, the most important thing I can do with you around the city enjoying the sun slowly disappearing, like the song potonga Celengan Rindu.
The more crowded I see, either because the heart is blooming or the smile Dirgha is always floundering. There was no conversation, but we stole each other's eyes behind the wind and rearview mirror of the car. Sometimes I pretend to focus forward when my tail wants to meet the eyeball behind the lens glasses. When I managed to get my nibble spontaneously rubbed my glasses anyway, even though I laughed here. Dirgha is the same, the touch of wind was like a clash with my hijab so I could not hold both. My fingers were busy reconciling the wind first or the flick of my hijab and at the same time Dirgha stole time and immortalized my smile.
When the eyes met we laughed at each other, it turned out that happiness was so simple. I was busy staring at everything I met on the street. There are walking, talking, selling and not infrequently there are also those like us in a drunken romance. I can at least miss every piece of writing I've been through, no matter what. Sometimes there is a saying, silly writing or name that smells ambiguous. Well, if it's ambiguous my brain is busy thinking about who the creator of the name is.
Apparently Dirgha was watching me, my mind was big when Dirgha turned around, I don't know what this kid wants.
“Bang, buy 2 packs yes.” exclaimed Dirgha at this mixed ice seller
After it was over, Dirgha sipped it.Es made from corn managed to enter his throat. I also took part in doing the same thing with this man sipping fresh ice while enjoying the crowd of human variety, but God chose him right now who is with me. Every now and then we look at each other as if guarding who first managed to spend this ice. Let Dirgha win, where I may be his competitor while our hearts have become best friends. Relax Dirgha.
“Wah looks yes who is weak.” exclaimed Dirgha
“It seems, more visible loh, who is thirsty, hehehe.” gurauku, this is the answer to that truth.
“Hehe, Kynaya wants more.?” sambar Dirgha then, then I just shrug it up to you.
We continue the journey to reinvigorate the city of Langsa, the main destination is Merdeka Square. In my opinion, this is one of the uniqueness of the city where various snacks are in one place. We are not bothered to have to pacing around looking for other snacks. Everything is already there, now it just depends on the contents of the wallet that much so that when I reach it is still always there. Unlike in my city, Rantauprapat there. Sales are everywhere but not as practical here, I have to pacing first and only managed to collect it entirely.
Distance is also what I think is very powerful so that sometimes the feeling of arrogance is more enveloping. If not the invitation of my friends most lazy to do it, it is better to lie down then when I wake up I have managed to forget my wish earlier. We have been shopping a lot. There's jasuke, fried meatballs, coconut ice, toast, ice all wrong as I feel to friends who somehow I have to interpret, ' he said, and lastly the completer is a good Dirgha who can afford to pay for everything. With Dirgha I retraced my way home, all the food was in front of him.
Dirgha did not burden me with coercion should I hold it, not so. In fact, my two fingers move freely letting the friendly wind with me gently touch my skin, but not the Dirgha that he disturbs. I can die jealous, even if it's just the wind she's trying to make. With this freedom, I re-enjoiced in the environment watching anything without missing it and it happened again, Dirgha turned his chariot stag and separated me from the wind.
“Bang, 2 yes in the wrap.” summarily then give her rupiah.
I gouged forward, to meet his face while whispering a gentle refusal so that he would not have to buy it for me either. But Dirgha laughed instead, saying my neck was like a giraffe so long that it could advance like this. Not funny Dirgha, you better say I'm like a beautiful butterfly and dazzling or at least like an Angora cat that is so soft and adorable, oh not really. I am Adzkienaya Seiza who remains the same with a simple look with no colorful face,
Maybe Dirgha is a rare man because he still wants to love my supernatural woman. The journey home feels far away, there are several stopovers that must stop time so that he slightly understands the meaning of patience, do not first pass until this step is far behind. Because all I know, kasmaran is one opium that everything feels light and happy. I glanced at Dirgha back, the headband sign of rejection apparently could not be used as medicine so that he stopped his decision and listened to me.
This kid keeps ordering anything if my gaze gets stolen. Wherever I might be able to avoid such a trait, the touch of the wind was also unable to be blamed for its effect on the scene that was neatly exposed before me. The wind takes us to a point called peace, I think. Where the touch can not be felt but will feel there. Exactly like loving but never having, ah I remember the story of the past in high school, I hope Dirgha is the last man in my life.
“Nah, let's drink Kynaya.” exclaimed Dirgha on another food menu.
I grabbed it, but did not swallow it. I don't really like it when various foods enter my stomach at the same time, while Dirgha has swallowed them.
“Not good, I don't like.” he said amidst the screams of the exhaust but the sound I can still catch.
I was just enjoying the action, the food he had managed to throw away. Dirgha turns out so, he throws away anything that does not satisfy him including these drinks and foods. I was worried but went back to being ordinary. May Allah rebuke Dirgha in the most polite and grateful way.
