THE PRINCE OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS
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Suddenly my phone shook, I told Bisma to pause first, I immediately took the phone from my small bag.

"Cika Calling..."

I shifted the green sign and then taped the phone to my left ear.

"Happy new year Zahra" said the voice across the country in a cheerful tone.

She is my best friend who now lives in Kalimantan, her name is Cika Diantara. We have been friends since childhood but when class X High School we separated, because Cika and her family moved to Kalimantan.

"Happy new year too Cika," I replied no less excited, "how are you there?"

"Thank you, how are you?"

"Thank you I'm good too,"

"Oh, if that's the case, that's all I want to say. Daaa Zahra," said Cika and the call was interrupted.

I looked back at Bhishma. He said he wanted to say something, so I wanted to hear what he wanted to say. Definitely not important, I can already guess that.

"What did you say?"

He was silent for a while, then it was seen that he was breathing.

"I... Love is with you, Zahra," said Bisma lirih.

I took a deep breath and exhaled, "Your hints are not funny Bhishma,"

"Zahra, I'm not kidding, I'm seriously in love with you." Bisma looked at me seriously, there was her own gaze from her eyeballs.

Maybe he was honest?

"Are you serious?" I'm ascertaining.

Bhishma grasped my hand with both hands, she looked at me fixedly. I could feel his cold hands and his shady eyeballs.

"Maybe I'm not a romantic and poetic person. I'm just a bisma, a human being who acts silly and sometimes upsets you. But trust Zahra! I do it because I want to make you laugh all the time, even if it makes you upset and angry sometimes. Sometimes I act like a kid, because I want to be different, that you can remember."

The deg!

My heart seemed to stop for a moment, was this a dream? Bisma declares love? I try to calm my mind. I took a deep breath and then exhaled it so that my mind was a little calmer.

Suddenly my tears flowed, I was moved by what Bhishma said. Oh Lord, thank You for granting my prayer. I want Bisma and You grant God.

I nodded slowly while wiping away the tears that were now soaking my cheeks, "If I may be honest, I love you too. I've loved you since we were in high school, I feel comfortable being next to you, laughing with the silliness you create, but I know we're just friends and I shouldn't love you, I'm afraid you'll stay away from me if you know I love you. Until now, the feeling has not diminished. I love you, Bisma." I hugged Bhishma tightly, I didn't want to let go of her. No and no, "Bisma, don't stay with me! When my heart is comfortable."

"Zahra, we will always be together, only death can separate us."

I still hugged Bhishma's body tightly, I didn't care about the people who saw us. I really don't care. The bisma is now mine and will forever remain mine. It's already final.

A gust of wind in the afternoon, blowing away the dried leaves that had started to turn yellow. Apparently, a girl in a blue hijab was sitting while reading a book in the school garden. From the other direction, a young man in a checkered shirt was looking at the girl with a gaze that implied admiration. His gaze was only one-way, he did not even care about the faces around him.