Anesta And Mahesa
Mahesas

I love you without knowing how, or when, or where.

I love you straightforwardly, without much matter or pride.

- Pablo Neruda

My name is Mahesa, a student at a private university. I'm just a normal kid. My father was just a regular employee at an individual-owned company. My mother is a housewife. There is nothing special in my family. Everything is ordinary.

I happen to be friends with Dion, the rich kid, my friend since Elementary School. Not to mention our not-too-distant home made our relationship feel close.

Our friendship is like the friendship of men in general. Temen skipped school, temen confided. But I rarely confided in Dion. I'm a closed person. I often keep my own problems. Often if the story to a male friend does not even get a solution, let alone get a solution, listening is good. Sometimes they laugh, they laugh at us. Not a good path. I never had a girl friend close to me. I mean purely friendly with girlfriends, often my closeness is always misinterpreted.

With my handsome face many women like. I don't mean for GR because I consider myself handsome. A lot of people say that, not one or two people who say about my good looks. I'm just giving you an idea of me here, so you can get to know me. The women would often greet Dion or my other friends. Sometimes they leave me letters or sweet things. I really feel wrong. If they give it directly I usually refuse subtly by pretending to switch the conversation or pretending not to see. Actually uncomfortable given objects like that as well as letters full of sweet words.

But there were also some letters that I kept, not because I liked the author but because the content of the letter was different. There is a rhyme written to complete the contents of the letter.

If the letter or things were sent through my friend, I usually do not respond. They'll give it to me while laughing, "Don't take all the stock of the pretty girls in school, we're divided by one." They're slutty. I just keep quiet and laugh sometimes. I don't know! it is not easy to give hope to these women. I am not easy to flirt, seduce or indulge in sweet words.

So sometimes I feel surprised by my friends who can easily change girlfriends. "Are they not tired?"

From yesterday Dion had told me about Dea, a girl friend he knew when KKN. The woman who made him fall in love again for the umpteenth time. The two eventually decided to go out. When Dion told me about it frankly I was surprised because Dion already had a boyfriend and as I remember yesterday when Dion was going to KKN, I was surprised, one of the most busy creatures who helped prepare Dion's needs besides his mother was his girlfriend. Dion who told me all that Maya bought him a book so that Dion would not get tired of buying him some t-shirts. I don't think about Dion's behavior.

"Crazy huh, how's your girlfriend?Have you been dating Maya for a long time?" I asked with a face that I didn't like. Not that I wanted to interfere in Dion's affairs, but since he told me about this, I felt the need to ask and give my opinion.

"It's about Sa's heart, it can't be lied to." Dion answered with a face that looked unhappy.

"Why didn't you break up with Maya?"

"It's hard, I don't dare to talk."Dion threw away his gaze, he avoided eye contact with me. He knows I don't agree with his ways.

"Ah, you coward Yon!That's not how you cheat here!" I keep sticking with my opinion.

"Udah, don't be so smart. I would choose one, but not now. Time is not right Sa." His tone is a little high. I saw Dion sighing, lowering his emotions that had peaked.

"Sa, I'm going to take you to Dea on Sunday night tomorrow. Can ya?" Dion looked clumsy and I was surprised by his invitation. Just be right! Why should I meet this girl?

"Why not go alone, like mosquito repellent dong nemenin you are dating." I protested, objecting to his idea.

"If it's up to Dea's boarding, you take my bike away. I'm afraid there's Maya who saw my bike parked at Dea's boarding house. You know that Maya has a lot of spies. I'm worried that Maya's reckless and bothering Dea. So, you'll be going with Dea?" the door again. Hearing Dion's request, I could only scratch my head without itching, as I was confused by his idea. So beyond expectations!

"Otherwise this is Yon?You guys set this up?Dea already knows you have a boyfriend?" I really don't think about the way Dion was dating. What a pleasure it would be to date with such fear.

"Yes, Dea has a boyfriend. He is still in touch with his girlfriend, not yet cut off. He said wait for the right time." Dion looked at me. I could only return his gaze without knowing what to say other than to swear in my heart.

"Crazy, you two!Trus if Dea's friend does not want to go the same way with me how?" I finally got my anger out too. I think they are both equally crazy. Me and his friend Dea who knew nothing were forced to get involved by the two of them.

"So calm down, Dea will say. That's his best friend he said."Dion patted me on the shoulder as if to signal "no need to bother thinking about this and that's the photo you're taking part in". Cuneiform!

I still don't think about the two of them. I think they're both strange couples, maybe because I'm not a typical guy who cheats easily, let alone cheat to start a relationship I have to think long. To accept a woman into my life many things are my consideration.

"Can't it be ,Sa?"urged Dion, I know he was anxiously waiting for my answer. There's a pity tucked in my heart if I have to break his efforts. I finally nodded too. I can only hope that all of their plans both go smoothly.

"Thank you,Sa. Yes, I left first, I'm going to pick up my mom at her friend's house. See you tomorrow!" Once again Dion patted my shoulder, this time there was a smile on his face. Doesn't look as cloudy as before. I could only shake my head while looking at his disappearance.

***

I've been home since late afternoon, waiting for Dion to pick me up. This is not my habit.

Usually, if on Sunday night I have gone with my friends, just hanging out playing guitar or playing a play station at a friend's house.

"Tumben Le, still at home?Usually go to your friend's house." Mom walked up to me sitting on the porch waiting for Dion. Mom looks neat and fragrant, maybe mom will go with her friends.

My mother used to call me "tole" which means boy. In the Javanese tribe such calls are very common, let alone I am the smallest child in my family. They happily put up a beloved nickname for me. Sometimes I feel like I never grow up when they call with a favorite call.

"Against Dion, Bu. To be invited to his friend's house."

"Oh yeah, I live first. I want to besuk Bu Retno. Now again hospitalized." Mother walked away, meeting some of her friends who were waiting in the field where they met before finally leaving together to the hospital by renting a public transport car.

I waited for about thirty minutes, Dion finally came as well. He didn't get off the bike just gestured at me saying, "Turn on, 'Sa!" I walked up to him and sat in a piggy bank. A thousand questions filled my brain. I'm also worried that Dea's friend won't go with me.

***

Up there, Dea was waiting for us, sitting sweetly on the boarding terrace. He welcomed us with a friendly greeting. I saw his smile as he glanced towards Dion. Hm...

"Eh, this is my friend Mahesa. That I told you about." Dion introduced me to Dea. I began to judge Dea, she was a friendly and confident woman. I wonder a woman as beautiful as Dea would have a boyfriend like Dion.

Hearing the words of Dion who said that he had told about me to Dea, I became somewhat suspicious, lest Dion a story of sorts be given seasoning flavoring so that the story more steady.

The boy had a slightly leaking mouth. Sometimes the story is unbelievable.

We once skipped school with some friends when we were second grade High School. We were bored because we were bored with school. That day we truant, riding a motor convoy out of town. Just hanging out in the park, not something that really matters, but at that time it felt really good. Going out of school is like driving adrenaline challenging courage and strategies so as not to be caught by the school. Stupidhead! the name truant crowded like that must be prone to be caught by the school.

Sure enough, finally the matter of skipping together with this until also the headmaster's ears. We were outraged and had to receive a suspended sentence for three days not going to school.

You lazy kid, we'd be happy to be suspended. There is no need to get up early and study at school. Even if we were given punishment, we were told to make the essay work better. We will definitely be forced to skip school. Who can squeeze the brain to write a piece of writing?

After now I only realized that how not to educate the punishment of suspension or physical punishment given by the school. Often does not cause a deterrent effect. The proof is that many children repeat the same mischief.

Oh yes, before we were suspended, our parents first had to come to school and receive a notification about this suspension.

Dion was terrified, because his father was so fierce. Begin Dion to make a drama, his hands are wrapped with gauze and given red medicine, so that his father becomes pityed and does not scold him.

We were just laughing when we saw Dion with his play.

"No one will believe Yon!"

"It's important to work first" he said confidently.

Sure enough, no one believes his cheap drama.

After Dion got angry with his father, so the pingitan child at home for three days. I think I'll marry tomorrow.

***

Actually, I am a good student at school, always ranked in the top three. I was also not too much of a whim, quiet and somewhat introverted. That's why many teachers don't believe that I'm one of the truant kids. Including my parents.

Luckily my father and mother were not angry, they were both very patient parents. They're just advising, there's no point in skipping that.

***

Back to our Sunday night story.

I was also curious about the friend Dea I would invite out later. It's like a blind date.

Wish she was a fun girl to talk to and not shy.

"I'll call Nesta soon, I'll be ready." Dea walked to the back of the house.

I heard Dea calling out in a loud voice, probably about 4 octaves. Pretty deafening.

I saw him, Anesta, yes the girl. White dress with blue jeans. Complete with a small bag placed on the shoulder, his curly hair was pigtailed. He looks ordinary, nothing special.

But I'm sure she's a fun girl. From the way to say hello that is not shy, his hands are steady, and the funniest is the powder that is not flat.

I almost laughed when I saw his face, but I felt so sorry that I laughed in front of Dion and Dea. Not yet.

I know that while sitting on the bike, he was not calm. Scroll at a glance how strongly he holds on to the motorcycle seat, afraid of sagging.

I can only smile at his behavior.

While on the road, he was actively talking to me. From his questions about Dion and Dea, and his questions about me.

I don't like women who ask too many questions. I think it's a bit chatty. Maybe it's because I'm a closed person, so don't really like it when people are trying to know about me.

With Anesta different, I was quite comfortable with her disappointment. Very comfortable to answer all questions. Like the...

"Well, can you play guitar?" or

"Do you like watching football?, what is your favorite team?"

***

Arriving at the restaurant, we ordered the same menu. Fried rice with omelet.

He said he was hungry. Evidently once the fried rice comes directly eaten quickly and spent mercilessly.

I like the style that is not shy including those who can not eat with calm. He is what he is.

And she includes smart women who are spoken to anything can connect. Including talking about my bad humor.

I like to look into her eyes, not her eyelashes or her eye makeup or her eyeballs. I like his eyes to be honest and intelligent.

But I dare not say that I like him. Just interested.

I am not easy to fall in love.