On Monday, between the students who was standing in Monday ceremony, I wished no one knew that quietly I looked for him, even I didn’t knew his name, and also I didn’t have any business with him. I just wondering, no other reason.
But until the ceremony finished, I couldn’t find him, The Fortune Teller. Where was he? Did he not attend the school? I didn’t know. And why were I think about him? He was nothing.
….
A teacher, suddenly talked over a microphone and asked all students to stay at the field even when
ceremony was over. I stared the front, wondering what was happened and there, I saw him.
The Fortune Teller was there, standing at the front, faced us the rest of the students, with his two
friends. Standing there after had founded by a teacher, they had been hiding, so that they didn’t have to attend the ceremony.
….
There, where he was standing, I was sure, he knew that someone was staring him, that was me. But for sure, the rest of the students and I was staring at him with a feeling that I didn’t understand.
“He again!” Revi whispered, more like to herself.
Revi is my classmate, she was standing beside me.
“Who is he?” I asked her.
“Dilan.”
“Oh.” That was the day, that I knew his name.
Rani said, in the class, after ceremony, that Dilan was from Physics class. He was a member of a famous motor gang in Bandung. His position is The Commander of Combat.
Oh, ya, ya. I often found his name written on the wall. That one was him! I just scared. I thought that Dilan was really bad. But I was sure that he wasn’t as bad as I thought.
And if he was just as bad as I thought, I didn’t have to be afraid, whoever he was, my father was a
troops, and he was ready to shoot him if he had to.
….
And if he wanted to be my boyfriend, if that happened, I was sure he would lost confidence after knew Beni. He had to take a step away or he would be disappointed to have unrequited love.
….
After school, the sky was cloudy, I went home with my friends. Dilan came to me with his
motorcycle. I was sure that he would ask me to come home with him, and his motorcycle.
….
“Are you going to go home by public transportation?” he asked.
I just nodded sharply. He must had known that I didn’t want to be interrupted.
“I’m coming with you.” He said on his motorcycle.
“Coming what?”
“Public transportation.”
“You don’t have to…”
“Public transport is for everyone.”
“But you are with your motorcycle.”
“My friend will take it.”
“Eh?” Then he left. And came back running to me.
I didn’t know where he left his motorcycle. That wasn’t my business.
….
In the car (public transportation), he sat beside me and I really didn’t know what to do.
“This is my first time sitting beside you,” he whispered.
I didn’t give any response because that wasn’t necessary. I opened my book and read it. I wished it made me forget about him. I wished he understand not to disturb someone who was reading.
But he whispered, his voice was so slow calling my name:
“Milea.”
I was silent, didn’t answered him.
“You are pretty,” he said, with low voice and wasn’t looking at me.
Heh? I was surprised. Really, I didn’t believe that he was gonna say that.
I was confused and wished that the rest of people in the car didn’t hear that. I felt like blushing.
“Thanks,” at least saying something to him and still reading the book, didn’t look at him.
“But I don’t love you yet,” he said. “I don’t know maybe in the afternoon.”
His voice was so low but felt like thunder to me. I just remained silent and didn’t want to give any
response to him.
“Just wait for it,” he said.
I really wanted to yell at his ear:
“What the hell are you saying!?”
But I didn’t do that. I chose to remain silent, I didn’t want to be close with him. But he spoke again:
“I’m predicting that you will know my name after this.”
Gosh! I really want to yell at him: “I already knew! You don’t have to predict me anymore! I already
knew!”
But he just suddenly said, out of blue: “Yes.”
I had arrived. I got off the car and he did. I really worried and didn’t want him to come to my house.
Unfortunately, he just stopped another car and going back to school.
….
After he was gone, I felt guilty. I was so rude at him. He might have been sad that time.
….
The next was Tuesday, I got a letter from Dilan. I didn’t know how, he made Rani gave it to me. The letter was short:
Notification: Since yesterday, in the afternoon, I have loved you – Dilan!
I really surprised and instantly closed the letter. I was embarrassed, I hoped Rani didn’t read it. I was worried that people might know this.
Him, for me, he had to take a responsibility, he made me couldn’t concentrate at school, that day.
Part 4
Miss. Eem Canteeen
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