2 Meters per Second
Tandem street

I complained of long breaths while stroking my own chest, trying to calm down and relieve my grogs to him.

“Then. What's your name?”

And now, my heart beat was so unsettled, while waiting for the response from the girl in front of me. He raised his right hand towards me, like a person who would shake hands. I waited a long time, finally he and I got to know each other.

The girl said a word while feeling a little nervous.

“N-my name, Ida Permatasari.”

My heart rate is still not ruffled, I became a little nervous.

“Ohhhh.. Ida, nice name. My name is Aam Pratama.”

With a short pause I introduced my name while stroking the back of my head and smiling sweetly at him. I don't know why I don't want to let go of her arms, because her hands are soft and also a little warm, as if this rain also feels warm.

Ida also smiled sweetly at me, as I imagined and felt, she also seemed to be very happy with this introduction.

And for some reason if she smiled sweetly straight at me, the sweet smile of a girl made my heart suddenly feel warm. Like a heart constantly exposed to the cold rain, it is suddenly washed away by the heat of summer.

I questioned about this incident, and I will continue to remember it, about whether there is anything better than this? I will answer, yes. Why, because I will say thank you to him even if only this small, very happy heart.

Such questions will obviously make you seek and find your true purpose in life.

While sheltering under a tree, I had finished my introduction to Ida, and reminded myself that the school was really about to begin. And at the same time, I looked up at my watch, at seven, right, before the class started at seventy-thirty.

Raising his head and looking up at the sky, now the drizzle of rain was in stark contrast to my mood.

Without waiting, I questioned it while offering Ida an umbrella, as you might think, with my current state still groggy and mixed with a little shame.

“I'll just go home.”

I didn't understand why he wanted to go home.

“Go home? Isn't this still school hours, whereas you still wear the same school clothes as me?”

“No, I want to go home, just. Home!”

With a short pause, he repeated the same word while limp and a little bit of disappointment mixed with sadness from it.

“Ok, okay! Come home with me!”

“Why should I go home with you?”

“Stop, I want to walk with you.”

I decided to drive her home, alone under one umbrella, luck or whatever I was walking with Ida. I also felt a little happy and mixed with shame.

On the way home, Ida and I looked at each other and it was like there was a distance between me and her, a little embarrassed, and my heart was still not normal either.

Should I just drive her home in this state? That's how I thought I was close to him.