IX - 1 Drama

Those all are my classmates, all 9th graders. They were doing a comedian play on November 24th in a Family Gathering event held by our school, SMPN 1 Bekasi. They memorized no script at all, it was all spontaneous and accidentally played. The props were simple and cheap.

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Catching Feelings (Part 4)

Finally, the time came. Justin flew to Canada. He held the first Canada show in his hometown, Stratford. The venue was already set up by some crews because Scooter had told them earlier. He went to his old house to meet his grandparents and some friends. He, for the first time after years, felt safe again.

            “Hey, Man!” Ryan greeted him with a huge smile. They did their special handshake. Chaz followed the gestures and did the same thing.

            The house was filled with Justin’s close friends and family members. The only one missing was his best friend, April. Justin looked all over the house to find her, but still she wasn’t there.

            “Where’s April?” asked Justin to Ryan.

            “She couldn’t come. She said she’s not feeling well,” said Ryan. “But she wanted me to give you this.”

            Ryan handed Justin the old scrapbook. Justin remembered this particular item precisely. He traced his fingers following the border of every design on the cover. He walked up to his room and placed the scrapbook on the drawer beside his bed.

            “Where are you?” Justin asked April as if she could hear him.

***

            The show started an hour ago in the venue. Everyone was there. Mom, Dad, grandpa, grandma, Ryan, Chaz, and some other people came. And again, April didn’t show up. Justin continued his performance while secretly hoping his best friend would come.

            Justin took a five minutes break. At that time, April showed up among the crowd trying so hard to not get noticed by Justin. And then, the show started again and everybody was enjoying the show.

            One Less Lonely Girl was about to be performed. Justin whispered to his dancers that there won’t be any girl on the stool because the girl didn’t show up. He meant April. He wanted to dedicate the song to April, his best friend. But since she didn’t show up, Justin decided to leave the stool empty throughout the song.

            “So, this time, my OLLG won’t sit on this stool. She’s busy in her house right now, hating my guts because I guess she thinks I’ve forgotten about her,” Justin said to everyone. “She’s my best friend. Her name is April. We’ve been best friend ever since we were so little. I met her when I was five. We went to the same school every year. And I guess, now, she doesn’t want to be best friend with me anymore. I guess, she has found her new best friend.”

            The song started and Justin sang the first part. He felt disappointed and also sad. It was like a confirmation that somebody—somebody really special—had forgotten him.

            When it was time for the OLLG to show up, April secretly went on the stage without Justin knowing. Everybody screamed so loud and Justin thought it was just a usual expression of excitement from the fans. When he got down from the stairs after finishing the line, he turned to face April, who was sitting on the stool. Justin’s face lit up and he picked up the rose and gave it to April.

            “Wait, hold on. Stop the song, please!” Justin commanded. He moved the microphone away from his mouth and hugged April with joy. “Where were you?”

            “In my room, trying to forget you. But I just couldn’t do it. I miss you so much, Justin,” said April returning the hug to Justin.

            “Why?” asked Justin sadly.

            “I guess you’ve already found a new best friend. And she’s also your girlfriend. So, I thought I was replaced by her,” April confessed with teary eyes.

            Justin chuckled. “You are the stupidest yet sweetest best friend I’ve ever had. That person… I was talking about you, April. She is you. I love you. More than just love you as my best friend. I love you so much.”

            April’s face was looking like someone had just thrown tomato sauce at her cheeks. Red.

            “You’re blushing. So cute,” Justin hugged April tight. “I love you.”

            The fans were screaming loud and everybody awed the two on stage. Instead of continuing One Less Lonely Girl, Justin asked for Catching Feelings to be played. The beat started and he sang beautifully dedicated to the love of his life and his amazing best friend, April.

Catching Feelings (Part 3)

After months of loneliness, April got a bit quieter at school most of the time. She missed Justin a lot. She used to sit next to him every lunch and got into a little food fight. Everyone used to tell them to stop. April missed the presence of Justin by her side. She missed Justin and their time together.

            “Hey, what’s wrong?” Ryan approached April while bringing his lunch to the table.

            “I miss him,” April answered quietly. She stared her lunch with a pair of sad eyes and a blank expression.

            “We do, too. But don’t worry. He’ll come back soon. He’ll be performing live in one of the venue around here,” said Ryan trying to cheer her up.

            “Let’s just hope so,” April ended the conversation before getting her eyes watery…again.

            The lunch time was over and everybody got back to their next class. It was hard for April to walk alone now. Justin was always there to walk her to class before he left. Now, April had to walk alone and feel the absence of her best friend.

***

            It had been two years since Justin got his name on the A-list board. He had become one of the biggest sensations all around the world. He already toured to some of the biggest cities across the world. But, the one thing he still hadn’t done was to go back to his hometown. He never felt homesick again. To be honest, Pattie started to feel worried about Justin. He changed into someone different. Justin was a bit cold and unresponsive and also cocky sometimes. Pattie worried that she might lose the old friendly and warm Justin everyone used to love.

            “Hey, Justin can I talk with you for a minute?” asked Pattie after Justin did an interview. She dragged him into his dressing room. “Don’t you feel it?”

            “Feel what, mom?” Justin asked annoyed.

            “You’ve changed. I’ve been watching you for the past eight months. You look so different and act a bit like a jerk,” Pattie criticized.

            “Mom, really? I haven’t changed. I just grew up. I’m still me, but I’m a more mature me. I’m not a jerk, mom. Trust me,” Justin defended himself.

            “No, honey, tell me. What’s wrong?” Pattie asked with a worried expression. She could see the disappointed and scared look on Justin’s eyes. She knew something had hit Justin hard and made him like this.

            Justin took a deep breath. “I’m not ready to go back to Canada. You know how worried I am, knowing that my best friends might forget me? That’s why I became cold and unresponsive. I’m just preparing for the worst to happen.”

            Pattie hugged Justin and calmed him down. “Justin, honey, that’s not the way to solve that. I’m sure your friends will still remember you. They still love you just like they did years ago. Now, can you please correct yourself and change to the old you?”

            Justin nodded and got out of the hug. He went outside his dressing room to get ready for another session of an interview. It was a bit strange for Justin to change his act. So, he decided to disobey his mom and kept on acting like a jerk, just like what his mom said.

***

            “Every time Justin got asked by the media about his love life, he will always say that he’s already got a special one. Why does this teen-sensation always say that? Stick around to find out!” the host of the entertainment closed the segment before commercial break.

            April, who was watching the show, got a bit upset about that. She got disappointed. Her face turned red and if Justin was there, he would know that in about three minutes, April would blow up.

            The show was back on and April stayed to watch. The host showed a clip of an interview session with Justin.

            “So, Justin, I heard you’re single. Is that true?” asked the interviewer.

            “Yep,” Justin answered shortly, looking uninterested in this particular topic.

            “Oh, so you don’t have anyone special at the time?” the interviewer asked again.

            “I do. But I guess she doesn’t like all the publicity and everything. So, let’s just keep this low and quiet,” Justin drove the topic to another direction.

            April, on the other situation, got upset. She found out that Justin already got a new girl. He probably didn’t need any presence of a best friend anymore. So, April turned off the TV and went upstairs to her room.

            There she was. Looking at the ceiling and feeling disappointed because of her best friend who’s now famous. As time passed, the walls around her heart got thicker and tighter and also stronger. She decided to close her heart because she knew her best friend is going to leave her for someone better. April closed her eyes and tried to burry all of her memory slowly.

Catching Feelings (Part 2)

Meanwhile, Justin and his mom landed on Atlanta an hour ago. His new manager picked them up at the airport and drove straight to their new condo. It was a temporary condo because the manager hadn’t bought any house for them yet. Justin was just going with the flow. He followed every instruction from the manager until he met Usher at the recording studio.

            “Hey, I’m Justin! Nice to meet you!” Justin greeted Usher with a warm smile.

            “Hi, buddy! Let’s go inside and we’ll talk a bit more. It’s pretty cold out here,” Usher brought Justin and his mom into the studio and sat them down. “So, are you gonna sing me a song or what?”

            “Yeah, I’ll sing you a song,” Justin said confidently. He opened his mouth and the heavenly voice came out filling the room with new sensation. Usher’s position went from so laid back to a straight shape and he looked at Justin very intensely as he watched every sound Justin made.

            Justin finished his three minutes of spotlight right when his new manager walked in. He was a bit shocked that Justin had already met Usher. He got nervous and re-introduced Justin to Usher.

            “Scooter, I thought he was one of your nephews,” Usher claimed. “Well, we’d be glad to work with you, Justin. You sounded amazing. I love your growl and the vibration and also your improvisation. You were incredible.”

            Scooter, the manager, smiled at Usher’s feedback. “This kid came from YouTube. I found him there and I flew him all the way from Canada to meet us here in US.”

            “Wow! This kid is gonna be a legend,” Usher whispered to Scooter. He walked away after hugged Justin and his mom.

***

            Weeks had passed. Everything worked out. The only problem was some radio station didn’t allow Justin to play his song because he wasn’t from Disney or Nickelodeon or anything like that. Scooter and the crew hit the hard time.

            Today was Justin’s first break time after weeks of interviewing and performing live here and there. He just spent his time in front of the TV and gradually got bored. His mom had a meeting with Scooter and now he was left alone in his condo.

            Justin wandered around the room and found his Canadian stuff. He looked through it and actually had a bit of joy while enjoying the memory. There was a tiny dark blue colored box that labeled ‘Best friend’. Justin knew right away it was from April. He kind of missed her.

            Slowly, Justin opened the box and found a stack of pictures inside. They were all their photographic memories. There was a picture of April and Justin playing on the swing. Another picture was when April was having a birthday party and Justin messed her face with the birthday cake. The photographs made Justin’s eyes got a bit teary. He missed his best friend. A lot. Not just kind of, but a lot. He hadn’t seen her for months.

            “Hey, honey. What’s wrong?” asked Pattie, Justin’s mom, as she walked in her room.

            Justin looked up and gave her the sad eyes. “I miss her.”

            “Who? April?” Pattie sat down with Justin and took a look at what Justin was holding.

            “I miss them. I miss April, Ryan, Chaz, grandpa, grandma, Dad, and everyone,” Justin cried as he placed his head on Pattie’s shoulder.

            “You’re just homesick, Justin. We’ll see them soon. I promise,” Pattie kissed Justin forehead before helping him tidy things up the way it was before. Justin smiled it away and shook all of his thought off. He then jumped into the bed and forced his mind to fall asleep.

Catching Feelings (Part 1)

             “Hey! That’s my slice of pizza, Justin!” April cried out begging for Justin to return her slice.

            “I haven’t even touched this pizza,” Justin snapped back at April who was now getting annoyed.

            “You already ate half of that and you still want my part?” April asked in a high voice. That kind of voice symbolizes April’s irritated feelings.

            Justin laughed and set up the slice of pizza on a plate. “Here you go, Your Highness.”

            “Thank you,” April sighed in relieve and ate it with peace.

            Justin joined the rest of the group who were watching the horror movie in the living room. Yeah, they were throwing a party to celebrate Justin’s success. Somebody signed him to a record label a couple weeks ago and now Justin decided to have some farewell party.

            The party went on for about two more hours until everybody fell asleep in front of the TV. Justin, who wasn’t feeling sleepy yet, asked April to accompany him to the pool in the back yard.

            “What’s wrong?” April asked concernedly knowing that Justin must had thought about something that bothered his mind.

            “I’m not ready,” Justin gave an answer as he dipped his feet into the pool, landing his butt on the dried edge of the pool.

            “Why? I thought this thing is something you’ve always dreamed of. I mean, you love singing,” April said convincing and at the same time agreeing with Justin’s thought. She didn’t want Justin to leave her alone in this town.

            “I don’t know. Everything seems like it’s going too fast for me, you know. I don’t want to fail in the middle of getting my success,” Justin’s voice got a little softer.

            April smiled and grabbed Justin by his hand. “You know, I’ve always believed in you. You’ve gone through whole lot bigger and harder things. I believe that you can go pass through this and you know, be the best.”

            Justin turned to face April as his face lightened up. “I love you, you know that?”

            “Yeah, I know. There’s nothing else in the world that can replace me as your best friend,” April said wrapping her left hand around Justin’s waist.

            “Nothing,” Justin echoed the word nothing and placed his head upon April’s left shoulder.

            The night went quiet and the water in the pool got steady. Justin and April stayed in the same place while both of their minds flew all around from one place to another. Justin was thinking more about his future ahead and April was hoping that Justin would never forget her.

***

            Justin and his mom flew back to the US and left their family behind in Canada. April was also left there. The rest of Justin’s best buds gathered in union and wished Justin the best. Some of the girls had already cried their eyes out, including April. She was sad that Justin left, but on the other hand she was also thrilled to see a brand new Justin on TV or media.

            The group went back to their houses and tried to calm themselves down. Each prayed for Justin and his mom. April continued her tears inside her room. She opened the scrapbook she made with Justin when they were six. It was filled with pictures and drawings and also abstract designs. Justin was quite an artist at drawing abstract things. He doodled a lot back then.

            As April turned every page of the scrapbook, memories came rushing inside her head. Tears rolled down rapidly on her cheeks and fell on to one picture. The picture was taken on Justin’s 6^th birthday. April gave him a kiss on his left cheek, while Justin was smiling wide. They were always that close up until now.

            April decided to close the scrapbook because she couldn’t bear to lose anymore tears. She placed the scrapbook somewhere under her bed. As she laid herself on the bed, she thought about Justin.

            “I hope you haven’t changed when you get back, Justin,” whispered April before closing her eyes. She forced herself to fall asleep.

Stuck In The Moment (Part 4)

“Quinn,” I replied him and shook his hand.

            “Quinn,” he said my name and suddenly I felt butterflies rushing out and flying inside the pit of my stomach. “Nice to meet you, Quinn.”

            I smiled. “Nice to meet you, Justin.”

            Justin, again, looked straight in my eyes and as if he found my soul, he didn’t bother to look away. The security finally asked me to go. Justin waved his hand and went back to whatever he was doing.

            It was a weird thing. Why did Justin want to know me so bad? I mean, he met few other beliebers who were clearly much better-looking than I am. Well, I still enjoyed the tingling moment when he hugged and shook my hand. It was enchanting.

***

            So, my summer was all about that. Ever since it happened, I kept getting mails from unknown sender. A week ago, I checked my mailbox and found a post-card. ‘Thank you, Quinn’ was written on it and it got signature at the bottom right of the card. The initials were obvious and clear, Justin Bieber.

            “How did he find me?” I asked myself while holding the card in front of my chest.

Stuck In The Moment (Part 3)

***

            The show started. As the previous concerts Justin had done, girls were screaming wild and loud. The whole stadium was filled with screams and chanting. Justin did incredible dances, pulled-off such amazing performances, and he also received lots of thrown stuff on stage.

            Since I was one of the VIP winners, I was told to go a little bit closer to the stage. Mom said it was okay, so I blended in with the crowd. Justin reached his hand out for the crowd. I was right in front of his face. His eyes were looking straight at mine. I touched his hand and secretly promised myself never to watch this hand. Justin held my hand a bit longer. I felt it. I realized that I wasn’t the one who passionately tightened the grip. He felt like he never wanted to let my hand go. I enjoyed the moment and also noticed that other girls were looking at me furiously. Justin finally let go.

            After what just happened, I calmed myself down. Justin took a five minutes break before performing another song. I got back to my seat and found Mom.

            “This is by far the second most crowded and loudest concerts I’ve ever been to,” Mom commented.

            “What was the first?” I asked curiously.

            “Michael’s,” Mom answered calmly as if she didn’t know I was going to freak out.

            “Hold on, you went to MJ’s concert?!” my eyes widened as Mom smiled. “No way! Whoa! Mom, I can’t believe you! Wow! Mom, MJ the King of Pop? You watched him live? No way!”

            “Yes way! This right here is close enough to equalize the success of MJ’s concert,” Mom replied my shocking expression.

            A couple of minutes later, Justin walked out of the backstage. He chatted with the audience. He continued performing and the night went awesome like Justin’s usual concerts.

***

            The meet-n-greet was held the day after the concert. Mom drove me off to the venue. It was not as crowded as the night before. Less people were there. Since the meet-n-greet was only for the VIP’s, less people showed up. There were more photographers and medias than actual beliebers.

            I got in line like the others. The line shortened quite fast. There were two more pairs of beliebers before it was my turn. Then finally, the crew called my name. They led me to the room and Justin’s reaction was a bit strange. It seemed like he already met me.

            “Hey!” Justin greeted me warmly. He hugged me tight and hung on for about five seconds before letting go.

            “Hi!” I hugged him back, enjoying the five-seconds bonus.

            “Have we met before?” he asked with a hopeful eyes.

            “Maybe. I’ve seen you on screen and magazines and everything,” I joked around. He laughed at my stupid joke.

            “Well, I saw this girl last night when I was performing. She looked just like you. I held her hand way longer than I’ve ever held any fans’ hand before,” Justin explained. “I’m sure that girl was you, though.”

            “Really? Well, maybe you misplace me with someone else,” I denied even if I knew for sure he was talking about me.

            “Maybe. Anyway, let’s take a picture,” Justin offered with his stunning smile.

            The picture was taken and I hugged Justin one last time before leaving. I gave him my scrapbook. I made it a year ago, when it was summer. It was the same old boring summer, so I decided to make a scrapbook all about Justin. Justin looked at my work and thanked me.

            I finally walked away from the room. But a second before I stepped my foot out of the room, Justin called me and walked towards me.

            “I didn’t get your name,” Justin said with his hand ready to shake my mine.

Stuck In The Moment (Part 2)

“Somebody just sent me heaven!” I cried enthusiastically.

            “Wait, they want you to die and go to heaven?” my brother asked stupidly.

            “No, dummy! I just received two ticket’s for Bieber’s concert and one VIP pass for the meet-n-greet,” I explained, at the same time calming myself down.

            My brother rolled his eyes and left. Dad did the same thing after him. Mom, apparently was stuck with my happiness. Mom smiled it away and asked me about the tickets.

            “Well, if you wanna go with me to watch the concert, I’m fine. Well, all of my beliebers friends are with their families. So, if you’d like to go with me, Mom, I’ll let you,” I offered a special spot for Mom. “But you need to prepare your ears for the screaming and everything. I mean, Justin’s so good with girls.”

            Mom gave me the look. “What?”

            “Not that way! Mom! Eww!” I cried from grossness. “He’s good at making his fans scream and enjoy the performance. Okay, now you’re grossing me out with that look, Mom.”

            Mom laughed. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll go with you.”

***

            June 23^rd finally came. It was the day where I could finally see the love of my life for real. Mom drove to the arena where Justin was going to perform. Just like the other beliebers, I walked excitedly to the entrance gate and followed everyone else to the seat. Mom was pretty fast at adapting to the situation.

            “They all are girls,” Mom whispered as we walked to our seats.

            I grinned. “Well, there are also boys. But yeah, all you can see from here is girls and girls and girls.”

            Mom shrugged her shoulder and pretended to enjoy the show.

         The sound-check session begun and half of the arena was almost filled. Girls were screaming when one by one, the band members appeared. They weren’t even Justin. I was with them. I screamed almost all the time. My throat hurt, but I didn’t care.

            Finally, Justin came out with just his shorts. He was topless. If Mom was one of my beliebers friends, we would definitely think about thousands different kinds of images in our heads and laugh our asses off. Justin said hi to all of the people in the arena.

            “I was told to do a topless sound-check,” Justin said, teasing all of us.

            Scream.

            “No. I was just kidding. Scooter and my mom will never ask me to do such things,” Justin said as one of his band members threw a t-shirt towards him. He caught it and put it on.

            Scream.

            “What? You liked the topless better than now?” He teased again with grins all over his face.

            Scream.

            “Anyway, are you ready for some noise?!” Justin yelled out.

            “YES!”

            “Well, we’ll start in about 10 minutes. Now, let’s play Q&A,” Justin told one of his stage crews to give the microphone to whoever wanted to ask something.

            The game went on for about five minutes. Justin said goodbye and went back to his dressing room to get ready. Mom sat down, not interested in any of these. I felt bad for her, actually. She was dragged to see all of this.

            “Mom, are you alright?” I asked, feeling guilty.

            “Yeah. When is it going to start?” Mom threw back a question.

            “Probably, in five more minutes,” I replied clearly.

Stuck In The Moment (Part 1)

            It was summer when everything happened. For me, this thing was totally unexpected. But just like what they say, unexpected things create the best memories. Well, they’re right about that.

            This summer was supposed to be one of my best summers. For the record, I’ve never had a best summer ever since I hit puberty. It all started to turn into boredom. A couple months before summer, Mom had already planned everything. I guess, a meteor hit the Earth’s crust and changed Mom’s plans. She canceled every single plan. Every. Single. Plan. We were planned to spend the summer in grandpa’s cabin in Washington, and now bye-bye to grandpa’s cabin. Another plan was a trip to Nashville and the Coca-Cola museum, and again…bye-bye Nashville and Coca-Cola. Long story short, hello boredom!

            Well, on the bright side I didn’t have to spend any money on anything this summer. But still, it was SUMMER!

          Let’s just skip the bummer parts. So, it had been three days since my boring summer started. As usual, I woke up late. I ran downstairs, had my breakfast, went back up, and fell flat on my bed. Those all are my morning routines for this summer. And then, Mom called me from downstairs and told me to check the mailbox. I groaned but did what I was told.

            I jogged outside, fighting the urge to hide from the bright shining sun. The mailbox was still the same, red and dusty. I opened the lid and grabbed all the mails. To be honest, it was pretty weird for my family to receive such a lot amount of mails at this kind of season. I mean, people barely stayed home and how did they even send the mails? I let that question hang there and walked back to my house.

         “Here are the mails. Anything else?” I offered some help even if I wasn’t in the mood of helping anyone.

            “Thank you, honey,” said Mom with a big smile on her face.

           I decided not to go back to my room. The television was nobody’s control right now, so I turned it on and enjoyed whatever was on. Right after I settled my butt on the couch, Mom called me back to the kitchen where she opened all the mails.

            “What’s wrong?” I asked feeling a bit annoyed.

            “These are yours,” Mom landed me two different kinds of mails. One was wrapped up in glossy wrapping papers and the other one was a box.

            I left the television on and ran upstairs to my room. I had never got any mail before, except from grandpa and grandma. So, these two packages were surprising. I left the glossy present alone and opened the other one.

            This mail was from one of my teachers, Mrs. Marvis. She was my 7^th grade homeroom teacher. So in my school, every summer the former homeroom teacher will always give something to her or his favorite student. Well, I guess this year Mrs. Marvis picked me. I got a notepad and a mug with some homemade decoration all around it. It says ‘You’re The Best!’ I awed the presents.

            Moving on, I got my hands on the glossy package. I was rather nervous than excited to open this one. I mean, the mail got no address, just my name and my address. I slowly opened the package and it said ‘Congratulation!’ My question was…for what?

            Justin Bieber’s face appeared behind the big ‘Congratulation!’ card. I unfold the t-shirt—yes, it was a t-shirt with Bieber’s face on it—and two papery things fell out. I settled the t-shirt on my bed and picked up the fallen things.

            “OH MY GOD! MOM!” I screamed my lungs out and yelled for Mom to come and calm me down.

            The two things that fell down a couple of seconds ago were two concert tickets with gold ribbon holding them together and one VIP pass for the meet-n-greet session. Right after I ran out of breath from screaming so loud, not just Mom, Dad and my older brother popped outside my room.

            “What happened?!” asked all three of them with horror covering their looks.

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UNFORGETTABLE MOMENT 2.0

So, some weeks ago, I had a breakfasting with my 8th grade friends. Here we are doing some poses ;)
The boys were busy with fireworks and stuff. They had their own fun.

Ini kita (minus gue, karena lagi fotoin) sambil megang kembang api. Parah bangeeeeet... Gue nggak kebagian sama sekali-_- Ada yang maruk ngambil banyak, berkali-kali.
Keren ya fotonya? ;) *lirik fotografer*

Before eating the main dish...
Yep, muka-muka orang laper beda tipis sama orang galau. #nyesssss

Ketum (@HHanidipta) baru dateng nih.___. Katanya dia sms-sms, tapi dibalesnya lama. Kasiaaaaaaaannnnnn :P

On my balcony. Sok banget cool-__- And there I am, smiling like an idiot.
Bisa tolong liat yang komuk siapa aja, ya... ;)

Lagi kece nih @Adamsyamzak dan @NaufalBR. Nopalnya nggak terlalu melaknat dan adamnya juga nggak komuk. Fotografernya jago *betulin kerah baju*

@Haditask being cute and silly at the same time. Dia lagi berusaha nelen pudding dan nggak tau inisiatif siapa, ada yang yang moto. Bagus-bagus. Tetep ganteng kok, di :3

@serenars and @shabillaf on my bike. Madesu abis-_-
Itu mukanya udah kecapekan, tapi maksain buat difoto u,u #temengue

@Loliquors and @AlmaliaA. Dan ada @IrsanJobert yang lagi superkomuk. Itu ekspresinya loli..................kok kayak ngeri gitu ngeliat makhluk yang di sebelahnya ya? :O

 With ex-kalas81. Ava gue nggak bisa keganti mungkin gara-gara foto sama dia kali ya u,u
*Abis liburan, gue dimutilasi adam kayaknya*

 Nah, ini ada @ramizzu, adek gue, dan gue sendiri. Banyak yang bilang ini keluarga bahagia. Padahal, the truth is.... Rama adalah abang tiri, gue kakak kandung, dan adek gue ya adeknya. Kalian salah pengertian.

Cowok-cowok kece ex-81. Aslinya itu hadi sama adam ada di belakangnya. Tapi mereka pecicilan sih, jadi kameranya udah memfoto, mereka baru gaya.___. Liat muka komuknya @BayuOBT 

Rama, Hadi, Billa. Yang pake baju putih mah cantik, nggak melas. Liat yang dua lagi.................... Itu yang gue hadapi selama 2 tahun ya, readers. u,u *free pukpuk buat gue sendiri*

THANKS RINGTONE <3

Love you so so so sooooooooooo much

Galau-nite

Heyya, readers gue yang setia banget ngestalkin blog gue yang udah beribu tahun nggak keurus.____.

Gue................................................GALAU. Kayaknya elo-elo nggak kaget ya, kalo gue ngomong kayak gini????? Kayaknya gue udah biasa banget gitu ngomong ginian. -_- Nggak tau! Gue nih ya, selama bulan puasa, JARANG galau, mas-mbak. Gue lebih mentingin Tuhan daripada dia. Meskipun terkadang suka kepikiran, tapi nggak segitu seringnya. oke-_-

Oh iya, gue mau curhat...

Masa, kurang dari 10 bulan, gue akan pisah sama dia. Pisah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PISAH! Pisah, woyyyyy!!!! Nih, gini nih yang bikin nyesek. Gue bahkan belum sempet jujur, udah harus pisah aja. Gue hanya berharap; he gets everything he ever wanted in life, he ends up with the right girl. :'' *nangis di pojokan*

Sekarang, gue mau fokus belajar dulu. Biar jadi orang sukses. Siapa tau, 10-15 tahun ke depan, gue sama dia bisa reuni dan finally have the chance to be each other's *berharap* Oke sumpah ini gue jadi ngawur.

Suatu saat, lo-lo pada yang KEPO banget sama gue dan penasaran sebenernya gue naksir sama siapa, elo bakal tau sendiri. Karena *if I ever have the guts to say it* gue akan memfrontalkan nama dia di blog ini. Mungkin saat gue dan dia berjarak antar-benua atau JAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH banget (yang punya kemungkinan besar untuk nggak ketemuan) gue akan memfrontalkan namanya. Serius deh. Makanya, untuk beberapa tahun ke depan, sering-sering aja elo ngestalk blog gue. Wkwkwkwkwkwkwwkwkwkwkwkwkwkwkwkwkwkwkwkwkwkwwwkwkwkwkwk


Nah, gue mau curhat apa lagi ya????????
Oh iya....

Adil gak sih, kalo elo suka sama seseorang udah lama, terus ada orang lain yang suka sama orang yang sama kayak yang lo suka dan dengan cepatnya ORANG YANG ELO TAKSIR itu suka sama dia? Padahal, yang udah lama nunggu elo. Adil gak?

Menurut gue, gak adil. Meskipun Allah punya rencana sendiri buat bikin suatu keadilan, tapi gue terkadang masih ngerasa gimanaaaaa gitu. Ya, tapi gue percaya sama Allah. Kalo Allah bilang 'iya, dia punya kamu' berarti orang itu bakal jadi milik gue. Kalo Allah bilang 'tunggu sebentar lagi aja, Aku masih punya yang lebih baik buat kamu. Sabar' berarti Allah bakal ngasih gue obat yang bisa nutup luka gue. Allah tau yang terbaik buat gue.

Oke-oke. Ini jadi dalem begini ngomongnya... Santai, masbroh

Yasudahlah, cukup sekian galaunya malam ini. Gue udah nggak tau lagi mau nulis apaan. Hehe... Selamat menikmat libur lebaran yawwwww!!! Yang mudik, jangan lupa oleh-olehnya :D

Requestan Siapa Aja Yang Belum Gue Selesaiin Naskahnya. Wkwkwk

Deyna, 15 tahun, murid baru, inceran cowok kelas 11 bernama Haykal. Rumornya, Haykal dan Deyna pernah satu sekolah sebelum SMA. Bagi Deyna, Haykal cuma seorang kakak kelas yang sekaligus menjabat sebagai sahabat dekat dan tetangganya. Tidak lebih. Haykal sendiri awalnya merasakan hal yang sama, namun seiring beranjak dewasa, Haykal paham bahwa apa yang dirasakannya pada Deyna itu lebih dari sekedar sahabat, tetangga, atau kakak kelas.

Haykal cukup beruntung bisa menembus organisasi sekolah, OSIS, dan membimbing Deyna selama masa ospek atau MOS. Teman satu csan Haykal mengenal betul bahwa sohibnya itu berusaha mendapatkan Deyna. Jadi, selama MOS, bukannya Deyna yang dijahili, justru Haykal yang kena getahnya.

"Kal, gak inget sahabat masa kecil?" goda Erik, teman satu kelas Haykal.

"Apaan sih lo, Rik! Bacot!" balas Haykal. "Gue cari angin dulu, ya! Rik, tanggung jawab nih kelas!"

Erik mendengus. "Sialan lo, Kal! Gak usah salting gitu, dong!"

"J*ng!" sumpah Haykal kesal. Erik membuntuti sumpah serapah itu dengan tawanya.

"Di sini yang namanya Deyna mana?" tanya Rifky, yang tiba-tiba masuk kelas. Tampaknya ia sudah berpapasan dengan Haykal.

Deyna mengangkat tangannya. "Saya, kak."

Rifky menggerakkan jemarinya menyuruh Deyna berjalan ke arahnya. Deyna berdiri dan melangkah ke arah Rifky. Rifky menarik Deyna keluar kelas. Bertepatan dengan itu, seluruh peserta MOS diperintah untuk keluar membentuk beberapa barisan.

"Haykal mana Haykal?!" teriak Rifky heboh.

"Disana, Rif," jawab Dinda cenge-ngesan, mengerti bahwa junior yang dibawa Rifky adalah Deyna, gebetan Haykal.

Haykal tampak di ujung pandangan Rifky. Ia sedang tertawa-tawa dengan beberapa OSIS cowok lainnya. Seiring dengan itu, keadaan di lapangan sudah menghadap depan semua. Rifky mengajak Deyna menuju ke tengah lapangan. Haykal yang tahu bahwa dirinya sebentar lagi akan ikut dalam hal memalukan ini hanya bisa menyumpahi Rifky dalam hatinya.

"Hey, kalian semua! Dengerin ya, Haykal bakal nembak dia, nih," beber Rifky. Di ujung lapangan, Haykal sudah memberikan Rifky salam jari tengah. "Pakai mik. Jadi, bakal jelas dan kalian harus dengerin sejelas-jelasnya. Sebagai peresmian, kalian ntar saya tanya 'sah' apa nggak."

HAYKAL! HAYKAL! HAYKAL! Sorak sorai anak-anak OSIS sudah membahana di lapangan sekolah. Peserta MOS ikutan menyoraki Haykal dan Deyna. Deyna sendiri merasa ilfeel dengan kejadian tersebut. Tapi, dia tidak bisa protes.

Rifky memberikan mik kepada Haykal. Haykal menoyor kepalanya. Rifky dan seluruh peserta MOS tertawa.

"Nama kamu siapa?" tanya Haykal pada Deyna basa-basi, kaku.

"Halah! Udah tau juga, sok banget jaim lo!" ledek Bella dari kanan lapangan.

"Deyna, Kak," jawab Deyna lebih kaku dan kesal.

"Oh. Di sini mau ngapain?" tanya Haykal tidak menghiraukan ocehan Bella tadi.

Deyna cuma bisa diam.

"Ya sudah, kamu boleh duduk," ucap Haykal.

"Heh, nggak-nggak! Lo harus nembak, Kal," ucap Rifky tanpa pengeras suara. "Setuju?"

SETUJUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! Jawab peserta MOS. Deyna kembali berdiri atas perintah Rifky.

"Yang romantis ya!" Annisa mengompori. Haykal sudah seribu kali mengutuk teman-teman OSIS-nya.

Haykal akhirnya berdehem. Jujur, ia cukup senang bisa menyatakan perasaannya, meskipun ini dianggap bercanda oleh kebanyakan orang. Tapi, kalau Deyna menerimanya, berarti bukannya mereka resmi pacaran?

"Dey, kita dulu kan, sahabatan, tetanggaan, satu sekolahan... Awalnya aku nggak ngerasa kayak gini, tapi sekarang aku tau kayaknya aku naksir sama kamu," Haykal memulai. "Deyna, mau nggak kamu jadi pacarku? Bukan sahabat lagi?"

TERIMA! TERIMA! TERIMA!

Wajah Deyna memerah. Seharusnya, Deyna cukup bangga ditembak oleh salah satu dari 10 orang terkece se-SMA ini. Tapi, Deyna merasa geli dan kesal dengan perlakuan mereka.

"KALO DIEM ARTINYA DITERIMA!" ucap Rifky membuat suatu perjanjian tidak resmi.

Kata-katanya diikuti oleh 'CIE'-an seluruh peserta MOS dan OSIS. Berarti, Haykal-Deyna sudah resmi pacaran. Masalah perasaan urusan nanti. Yang penting ada dua makhluk yang bisa diledek-ledekin untuk beberapa waktu ke depan.

~~~

"Gak ngajak pulang bareng, Kal?" tanya Erik.

Haykal diam sebentar. "Gue...bingung, Rik. Gue beneran pacaran apa nggak sama Deyna."

"Beneranlah. Udah diresmiin sama OSIS dan junior-junior kita. Masa masih lo bilang boong?!" tanya Erik balik. "Otak lo diupdate dong, Woy!" Erik menoyor kepala Haykal.

"Sialan lo!" umpat Haykal. "Ya udah, gue pulang bareng Deyna."

Mendengar itu, Erik tersenyum. "Cie daaaaah" Haykal meninju lengan sohibnya itu.

Karena kelas Deyna berada di lantai dua, Haykal balik lagi ke atas menjemput 'pacar'-nya itu. Deyna juga dari tadi nggak habis-habisnya diledekin teman-teman barunya. Dia makin tambah cemberut.

Melihat kedatangan Haykal, teman-teman Deyna pamit lebih dulu. Deyna makin bete melihat sosok Haykal.

"Na, pulang naik apa?" tanya Haykal.

"Angkot," jawab Deyna jutek.

"Sama gue aja. Naik motor," tawar Haykal.

"Nggak usah," tolak Deyna.

"Beneran?" Haykal bertanya lagi, agak sedikit berharap Deyna mau.

"Iya," jawab Deyna lebih tegas. Haykal merasakan desir kecewa.

"Ya udah, deh. Lain kali, lo mau kan?" tanya Haykal. Deyna diam. "Eh, gue balik deh. Gue ganggu lo, kan?"

Haykal berjalan balik dengan sangat kecewa. Deyna yang merasa tidak enak, memanggil Haykal lagi.

"Aku ikut kakak, deh," ucap Deyna, terpaksa. Haykal tersenyum puas.

~~~

Selama perjalanan pulang, Haykal dan Deyna sama-sama membisu. Haykal cuma berusaha menikmati waktunya dengan Deyna, sementara Deyna sendiri berdo'a agar lalu lintas lancar supaya dia cepat pulang.

Sampai di rumah, Haykal mengantarkan Deyna lebih dulu. Padahal, rumah Haykal berhadapan dengan Deyna. Orangtua mereka cukup dekat.

"Na..." panggil Haykal.

"Ya?" jawab Deyna.

"Kamu nggak marah kan?"

"Nggak, kok."

"Makasih ya."

"Buat apa?"

"Udah nerima gue."

Deyna cuma mengangguk kaku. Berharap tadi dia tidak diam dan berkata 'Maaf, Kak. Saya lebih milih kita sahabatan.' Tapi, semua itu sudah terlambat. Deyna sendiri memasrahkan perasaannya pada apa yang akan terjadi. Hati Deyna bukan untuk Haykal, tapi untuk orang lain.

~~~

Tak terasa sudah dua bulan Deyna-Haykal berpacaran. Haykal begitu baiknya dan sabarnya menghadapi sikap Deyna yang biasa-biasa aja, dan lebih sering jutek. Teman-teman Deyna menganggap Deyna keterlaluan. Sebagian teman satu angkatan Haykal menganggap Deyna belagu. Sementara senior-senior mereka, tidak berkomentar. Haykal sendiri tidak masalah dengan sikap Deyna. Selama mereka masih berpacaran, Haykal mempunyai semua kesempatan untuk membuat Deyna membalas perasaannya.

"Na, kok lo gitu sih sama kak Haykal?" tanya Riri, teman sebangku Deyna saat mereka sedang duduk-duduk di kantin.

"Kok gitu sih gimana?" tanya Deyna balik diikuti satu suapan nasi goreng.

Riri menarik nafas dan menghembuskannya. "Kak Haykal udah usaha banget buat perhatian sama lo, tapi elo justru sok jaim pura-pura gak tau kalo dia itu pacar lo."

Deyna menelan nasi goreng tadi. "Gue gak pernah bilang 'iya' pas dia nembak, gue juga nggak bilang 'nggak'. Bagi gue, gue gak 'gimana-gimana' sama sikap dia. Kalo dia bersikap kayak gitu, gue hargain, kok. Gue nggak sebejat itu, Ri."

"Tapi, sadar gak sih, elo dianggap sombong sama kakak kelas kita?" tanya Dini sekarang yang juga sedang menemani Deyna dan Riri di kantin.

"Sadar, kok," jawab Deyna santai. "Tapi itu problem mereka. Gue...nggak urusan."

Entah dari mana, Eka mendengus kesal. "Dey, menurut gue lo belagu, sombong! Kak Haykal bukan cowok 'biasa' di sekolah ini. Dia pinter, baik, ramah, banyak yang naksir. Harusnya lo bersyukur dong, digebet sama cowok kayak dia."

Deyna panas. "Tapi, hati gue nggak merasa digebet!" Bentak Deyna. Saat itu juga, Haykal sedang berdiri hendak menghampiri Deyna. Mendengar kata-kata 'pacar'-nya itu, Haykal hanya menatap Deyna dan pergi. Deyna membalas tatapan Haykal dari ujung kantin, merasa bersalah.

~~~

Sejak kejadian tadi, Haykal tidak bisa berkonsentrasi pada pelajaran. Ia meminta izin pada guru untuk beristirahat di UKS. Setelah diberikan izin, Haykal tidak benar-benar ke UKS. Ia pergi ke perpustakaan dan merenung disana.

'Hati gue nggak merasa digebet' kalimat itu terngiang di benak Haykal terus-menerus. Jadi, selama dua bulan ini, Deyna tidak pernah menganggap hubungan mereka ada? Cuma sebatas perjanjian sebelah pihak, dimana pihak tersebut dibodohi? Segitu parahnya kah Deyna berfikir? Haykal, sebagai cowok jantan, hanya bisa bangkit lagi dengan cara menutup diri dan bersikap dingin pada Deyna.

~~~

Selama kerenggangan hubungan Deyna-Haykal terjadi, Deyna menyempatkan diri untuk bermodus dengan Erik. Deyna sebenarnya menyimpan perasaan ke Erik, sahabat baik Haykal. Rasanya sangat salah menaksir sahabat pacar sendiri. Tapi, bagi Deyna, Haykal tetap bukan siapa-siapa dia.

"Eh, Deyna. Kok gak sama Haykal?" tanya Erik berusaha ramah dan menjaga diri.

Deyna terkekeh. "Lagi... Lagi istirahat, Kak."

Erik langsung mengerti maksud Deyna. Akhir-akhir ini, Erik memerhatikan sohibnya itu tidak fokus dan sering murung sendiri. Haykal juga akhir-akhir ini banyak diam.

"Cepet baikan, ya," ucap Erik.

"Kak, aku kan lagi istirahat sama Kak Haykal, terus aku jadi nggak ada temen pulang. Kakak mau nemenin aku pulang nggak?" tanya Deyna langsung.

"Boleh aja sih. Tapi, Haykal nggak marah emang?" tanya Erik hati-hati.

"Kalopun dia marah, kenapa?" tanya Deyna terdengar sedikit tersinggung.

Erik menarik nafas. "Dek, gue gak mau Haykal marah sama gue. Apalagi elo. Dia udah lama berusaha dapetin elo dan gue gak mau usahanya sia-sia."

Deyna agak kesal. "Haykal gak bakal marah. Dia bakal ngerti. Bukannya dengan ini dia bakal bisa ngerti kalo aku perlu diperhatiin lagi?"

Erik menangkap poin bagus dari ucapan Deyna. Akhirnya ia sepakat akan pulang bersama Deyna. Deyna seneng banget bisa pulang bareng Erik.

~~~

Bel pulang sekolah sudah berbunyi. Haykal hendak meluruskan hubungannya dengan Deyna. Namun, dilihatnya Deyna sedang berjalan mengekori Erik. Haykal berusaha berfikir jernih. Erik nggak ada andil disini. Ini cuma taktik Deyna supaya Haykal balik sama dia. Dan sejauh ini, asumsi itu berhasil.

"Rik!" panggil Haykal.

Yang dipanggil menoleh dan menyapa balik. Deyna cuma bisa melongos dan mengutuk Haykal.

"Deyna pulang bareng gue aja. Kita udah baikan, kok," ucap Haykal sambil memberikan satu kode pada Erik bahwa ia hanya ingin bicara dengan Deyna sebentar. Erik mengangguk dan berjalan meninggalkan kedua anak itu.

Deyna melipat tangannya di depan dada. "Apa-apaan sih, Kak?! Aku mau pulang sama Kak Erik  gak boleh!"

"Jelas gak bolehlah. Kamu itu pacar gue atau pacarnya Erik?" tanya Haykal ikut kesal dengan sikap Deyna.

Deyna diam, menarik nafas. "Saya bukan siapa-siapa kakak. Saya nggak pernah bilang 'iya' pas kakak nembak saya. Niat saya waktu itu nolak kakak, kalo boleh jujur. Saya nggak ada perasaan apa-apa buat kakak. Sebatas sahabat dan tetangga. Nggak lebih. Dan perasaan saya yang asli itu nggak pernah tertuju buat kakak."

Haykal berusaha menahan emosinya. "Kenapa kamu gak bilang?! Jadi selama dua bulan ini, kamu cuma kasih gue harapan palsu aja? Hebat ya! Buat seorang cewek, terutama baru umur 15 tahun, bisa nginjek-nginjek harga diri cowok 16 tahun yang udah bertahun-tahun nyoba buat deketin dia?! Kalo boleh jujur, lebih baik gue pacaran sama cewek-cewek yang dari sananya udah naksir sama gue, daripada harus diPHPin sama cewek kayak lo! Dan lo tau, nggak cuma hubungan kita yang rusak, kata 'sahabat' kayaknya juga udah ilang dari kamus gue, Dey. Makasih."

Deyna terdiam.

"Bagus! Hebat, Dey," puji Haykal sinis. "Gue harap elo nggak nyakitin Erik, Dey. Dia udah punya pacar lagian. Jangan cuma bisa jadi perusak aja."

Haykal berjalan menuju gerbang sekolah dan mengambil motornya. Semua nggak akan mudah mulai dari hari ini. Haykal berniat menjauhi bahkan menghapus Deyna dari pikirannya dan mungkin hatinya juga.

~~~

Sudah hampir satu semester Haykal berhasil melupakan Deyna. Deyna sendiri makin kelihatan terpuruk. Kabar putus Haykal-Deyna menyebar dua minggu setelah kejadian dulu. Jujur, Deyna merasa ada sesuatu yang hilang. Tidak ada lagi perhatian, telepon, sms, atau ajakan. Nggak ada lagi sapaan, status, atau apapun yang beberapa bulan lalu pernah ia dapatkan dari Haykal. Deyna bukan hanya kehilangan Haykal sebagai 'pacar', tapi juga sebagai 'sahabat'.

"Ri, menurut lo, gue sejelek itu ya?" tanya Deyna sambil menatap kosong ke depan.

"Maksud lo?" tanya Riri loading lambat.

"Gue...cuma bisa jadi perusak aja?" tanya Deyna lagi.

Riri sekarang menatap sahabatnya. "Kata siapa?"

"Haykal," jawab Deyna sedikit merasa sesak. Menyebut namanya saja sudah terdengar menyakitkan.

"Jujur nih, Dey?" tanya Riri.

"Iya."

"Menurut gue, Kak Haykal bener."

"Kok?"

"Janji, lo bakal dengerin gue sepenuhnya, ya?" pinta Riri. Deyna mengangguk. "Dey, lo ngerasa kehilangan kan? Ngerasa ada sesuatu yang nggak biasa? Mungkin baru sekarang hal itu bener-bener kerasa, tapi gue yakin, lo ngerasa itu semua pas Haykal mutusin elo. Secara nggak langsung Dey, lo ngerusak tiga hal."

"Iya? Apa aja?" tanya Deyna tidak mengerti.

"Lo ngerusak hubungan lo yang harusnya masih berjalan lancar, lo ngerusak persahabatan lo yang udah lama lo jalanin sama Haykal, dan yang terparah... lo ngerusak perasaan Haykal," ucap Riri. "Cewek emang susah buat move on, Ri. Tapi, saat cowok ada di posisi kayak gitu, mereka bakal lebih kelihatan menderita. Kakak gue contohnya, dia down banget saat tahu ceweknya nggak bakal hidup lama. Dan buat mulai suka sama yang baru itu butuh waktu."

Deyna merasa tersayat dengan kata-kata Riri. "Segitu parahkah gue?"

"Well, menurut gue iya," ucap Riri jujur. "Gue saranin, elo minta maaf ke dia. Mungkin nggak bakal langsung dimaafin sama dia, tapi setidaknya elo udah nunjukin bahwa lo menyesal. Lo mau persahabatan lo balik. Setidaknya itu."

"Ri, makasih ya, sarannya," ucap Deyna. "Nanti, pulang sekolah gue mau ke rumah Haykal. Ngomong berdua aja."

~~~

Rencana Deyna hampir berhasil. Ketika melihat Haykal mengeluarkan motor dari garasinya, bersama seorang cewek yang dikenali Deyna, Eka. Haykal dan Eka tampak seperti mereka akan keluar bersama. Dada Deyna terasa sesak melihat peristiwa itu.

"Riri salah. Cowok itu lebih gampang ngelupain," jawab Deyna. "Selalu kayak gitu."

Haykal bisa melihat sosok Deyna melangkah lesu ke dalam rumahnya. Luka yang masih basah di hatinya kembali berdenyut sakit. Namun, Eka sudah disini. Mencoba untuk mengganti posisi Deyna. Tapi, nggak bakal semudah itu.

~~~

Sabtu pagi, Deyna berusaha menarik pertahian Haykal dengan menghabiskan paginya di teras depan. Haykal sedang mencuci motornya. Deyna membawa kameranya dan mulai memotret suasana pagi dari terasnya. Sebentar-sebentar, kamera ia arahkan kepada sosok Haykal. Baru kali ini, Deyna sadar bahwa Haykal masih jauh lebih baik daripada Erik. Tapi, semua ini sudah telat. Haykal sudah dalam proses menutup hatinya buat Deyna.

Haykal menyadari Deyna yang sedang memotretnya.

"Jangan jadi pengecut!" sindir Haykal lantang. Deyna yang merasa melihat Haykal, langsung tidak lewat kamera.

Deyna menghampiri Haykal. Hati-hati dan penuh harap.

"Hai," sapa Deyna sehati-hati mungkin.

"Ada perlu?" tanya Haykal dingin.

"Aku...aku mau bicara," jawab Deyna.

"Bicara aja. Mumpung gue masih mau denger," ucap Haykal.

Deyna menarik nafas. "Kal, gue minta maaf."

"Buat apa?" tanya Haykal.

"Buat beberapa bulan yang lalu," ucap Deyna.

"Baru sadar sekarang?"

Deyna hanya bisa diam.

"Slow. Gue udah maafin," jawab Haykal dingin. "Eh, Eka!"

Deyna membalikkan badan dan mendapati Eka ada di hadapannya. Mereka hanya bisa berbagi pandangan tidak percaya antara satu sama lain.

"Lo ngapain disini?" tanya Eka ketus.

"Gue baru mau balik, kok," jawab Deyna. "Congrats ya, kalian. Long last."

Butuh satu pengorbanan buat mengucapkan kata-kata itu. Deyna buru-buru memasuki rumahnya, karena kalau tidak airmatanya akan mengalir membasahi pipinya. Haykal, menyadari bahwa Deyna sedang menahan tangis. Membuat seseorang yang berharga menangis itu salah satu hal yang paling menyakitkan.

~~~

Deyna menyediakan karton hitam. Semua potret berisi Haykal sudah ia cetak. Ia merencanakan sesuatu agar Haykal mau benar-benar memaafkan dia dan mengulang semuanya dari awal.

Semua foto ditempel di atas karton hitam itu dan di sudut kanan karton ditempeli dengan selembar surat.

"Untuk Haykal,

Gue tau gue udah pernah minta maaf. Tapi, gue gak mau kalo elo memaafkan gue karena terpaksa.

Lima tahun ya, Kal? Lo nunggu gue, tapi gue dengan cueknya cuma nganggep elo sahabat. Tetangga. Kakak kelas. Maaf, Kal. But, love is a fight. Dan akhirnya, perasaan lo terbalas. Gue akhirnya suka sama lo, Kal.

Gue nyesel kenapa gue nggak ngerasa kayak gini dari awal. Tapi, love needs time juga. Dan thanks for fighting, holding on. Gue berharap elo masih nyimpen perasaan buat gue. Gue mau kita ngulang semuanya dari awal.

Deyna"

~~~

Mading ramai dengan desas-desus tidak jelas. Semua memerhatikan karton hitam dengan foto-foto Haykal di atasnya. Tiba-tiba, Haykal datang ikut dalam kerumunan anak-anak tersebut. Haykal melepas suratnya, lalu membacanya. Semua mata memerhatikannya.

Selesai membaca Haykal berlari menuju kelas Deyna.

"Dey, gue mau ngomong," panggil Haykal. Deyna tersenyum, berharap semua akan berubah menjadi baik.

Haykal menarik Deyna ke ujung teras lantai dua. Agak jauh dari pintu kelas Deyna.

"Ngapain tempel di mading?" tanya Haykal, berpura-pura tidak suka. Padahal, luka di hatinya sudah membaik. Melihat perjuangan dan usaha Deyna.

"Lo... Gue, gue pengen lo bener-bener maafin gue, Kak," jawab Deyna. "Kalo lo nggak maafin gue juga gak apa-apa. Gue tau, gue emang perusak segalanya."

Haykal tersenyum. "Love is a fight and love needs time. Dan finally, I got my girl."

Deyna mengangkat kepalanya yang tadi sempat tertunduk. "Jadi, elo beneran mau start dari awal?" Haykal cukup mengangguk. "Kali ini, I'll never let you go."

"Ternyata, butuh perjuangan banget ya, buat bener-bener bikin elo ngebales perasaan gue, Dey?" goda Haykal.

"Kan, love is a fight," jawab Deyna ngocol. Haykal mengacak-acak rambut Deyna. "Ih, genit!"

"Cuma sama lo," jawab Haykal.

"Terus Eka?"

"Cuma buat taktik aja. Supaya lo jeles."

"Sial! Tau gitu, gue nggak bakal capek-capek beli karton, jadi paparazi!" Deyna ngambek.

"Kalo nggak gitu, sampe lebaran monyet juga elo nggak bakal sadar sama perasaan lo sendiri," ujar Haykal. "Semua ada hikmahnya. Buktinya, elo sekarang balikan lagi kan, sama satu dari 10 orang kece di sekolah ini."

Deyna hanya terkekeh. "Ya, deh, Haykal."