(Medicine of Revision)Rosalinda
Visible Exhibitionist

Vhayrearrr!!! My heart seemed to explode, my eyes glaring in surprise. What did I just hear? Is this my hallucination?

I was silent, and the atmosphere became silent for a moment, only the sound of the wind and the roar of my breath, and the laughter of people at other tables.

“You don't have to answer now, I can wait, when you can answer it.” he said again.

Before long, Filya and Revan came to see us. “Where?” asked Revand who had just come to embrace the shoulder of the young man who was in front of me. Filya also sat down beside me.

“No how-how, we have finished eating, and already full, we wait for you.” replied the young man with a face as usual.

Filya looked at me long enough. I'm sure, my face has changed shape than usual, starting from the awkwardness felt, because I was just shot at the love of this young man.

“Come, we're home. I want magrib!" bring Revand. Then we all went home.

Along the way, we were silent without a word. At least when he went to the hospital, he said a word or two. Now, he's silent like a statue, like he's a motorcycle taxi driver.

“What should I do? Do I have to jump off the bike, or do I call my family, or my little friend Boy to pick me up?” I said in my heart.

Azan Magrib was already reverberating, we were still on our way home. “I'm kind of speeding, it's okay, huh? It's magrib." That was the first sound I've heard since I got home from Caffe Ceria.

“Yes, it's okay, brother." I replied.

Then, he drove his bike quickly to my house. “Turns first, yes.” he said, after I got off the bike.

“There are many yes, Kak.” replied me. Then, he replied with a nod and a smile, then took the bike away.

“Huft!!!” I took a long breath. Then get into the house.

The plot! Not yet entered the house, my forehead has been greeted with a sermon by Uncu. “Enter the house read greetings!!” He glared at me, shaking his waist.

“Iya. Assalamu'alaikum.” said to me, while stroking my sore forehead.

“Wa'alaikumsalam. Sana, pray magrib first, continue to njai, do not play mobile phone." said Uncu, directly put his hand into my pants pocket.

“Cu, ticklish!” my screeches.

“This is your Mobile!”

“Create what is Uncu?” my protest won't take. However, forced to take out my Nokia 1100 and give it to Uncu, the chatty Aunt.

Morning time.

My school clothes were done by Uncu. And my mom is preparing breakfast for me.

“Bu, until when was Ros spoiled? Let him have his own breakfast. You are also Sil, Ros is already big, he can wear his own clothes.” My father would protest every morning. Touching Mom and Uncu who pamper me.

“Ros often untidy, Bang. She is a woman, must look feminine and beautiful.” Uncu defended himself, while my mother only smiled a little.

Uncu was now combing my short hair, after tidying up my clothes.

“Ah, you two are. It's hard to tell. If you pamper like that, when can he be independent.” grunt Dad. Then, I went out with a glass of coffee to the terrace.

“Which hijab do you wear today?” Uncu brought 2 white hijabs in front of me.

“Don't know, it's up to Uncu aja.” I replied.

I don't really care. I'm not the kind of woman who wears a hijab. I wear the hijab because of the regulations in West Sumatra, advocating every Negri School wear a hijab. That's all, including my High School.

Uncu pairing my hijab. Tidying it up, giving a pin and a brooch. The point is, I just look in front of the mirror.

“Mother, Uncu..” The voice of a call I am very familiar with. That's the voice of my little friend, Boy.

“Cu, still a long time ago, Boy has come nih.”

“Yes, this is done.”

When finished, I quickly picked up the lunch box that Mom had prepared. Then, meet Boy. The young man always smiled and looked at me for quite a while every morning.

I quickly pulled him out. “Come quickly!!” my spoken.

Boy complied, and as usual, I would ask to stop in the middle of the road, remove the thin lipstick that was smeared by Uncu, and open the hijab brooch patterned with pink flowers.

“Ros.” Call Boy soft. “What?” my answer.

“Actually, you are very beautiful really like that..” said Boy slowly.

“What do you mean, you're mocking me? Huh!!” I hit Boy's head blindly.

“Aduh, ouch, sick Ros. I'm kidding, kidding!! ” screeches Boy dodged my blow that was to his head so many times.

Boy got me back after I removed the makeup and I kept all the accessories that Uncu was wearing in my hijab. Now this hijab is the plain white that I tie to the back.

“What look? Come on quickly, we'll be late.”

“Iya, yes, thugs.” he replied as he screeched. “Perman galuak.” he said slowly while chuckling, but I heard it.

“You're mocking me again Boy!” I jeweled his ears strongly.

Yeah, that's how I've been with him. Almost every time, Boy irritated me, but he was never deterred, I don't know how many times I hit and hit him in a day.

We also continued our journey to school. Shortly, we arrived. As always, learn with the many tasks given by the teacher.

I was really tired of studying, I just wanted to play, gather and joke, like the clock Istrihat and the clock home.

The bell went home and said, Boy is ready to wait for me at the door of the class, because he and I are different classes. “Ros, Come home with me later, tell Boy to come home first.” said Filya whispered to me, after he saw Boy waiting for me outside.

“What does it have to do to get Boy home together? At most you go home later with Revand. So, I went home with Boy, right together!”

“Not so I mean.”

“Then what?” many confused.

“Tuh, look out deh.” said Filya, while pointing out with the look of her eyes, her hands are still busy packing. Packing stationery into a bag.

I look outside.

Duaarrr!!! There was a young man who expressed love yesterday afternoon on my doorstep with Revand.

The deg! The deg! The deg! My heart raced so fiercely, I doubt my heart and my heart now, even my brain, is my organ not working right now? My body feels weird. I think my face is getting hot.

“Yes God, why did the man come here anyway?” I muttered in my heart.

Whispers began to be heard from the corner of the table there, the spies of the women in my class were fixed on the man who told me love yesterday afternoon.

“Ah, Basics!!! That means showing off that look?”

Yeah, I know. That young man is very popular at this school. Which woman doesn't like her good looks. I also admit his good looks.