Call Me Isha
45. Dreams that Incarnate into Illusions

after making small talk for quite a while, Arga put himself in front of the piano and pressed the key according to the song we will perform.

It's time we talked to each other.

About the tormenting feeling.

About the passionate longing, about the unharmed love.

I took a breath, slowly ascending to the stage following Arga with the song I performed.

We have been silent for too long. Drowning in restlessness, which does not subside.

Fulfill, fulfill,

Our night dreams.

Standing right beside Arga while looking down, where everyone seemed to be dissolved in the song.

Duhai.

Dear release.

Our eyes intertwined, as if permeating the lyrics we brought.

Your feelings,

Miss you, all your love.

Arga stood up and approached me with a smile, making everyone, especially the women, scream.

And now it's just you and me, a moment in eternity.

Arga clasped this hand, making the women again scream hysterically, seemed to not accept and then our hands swayed slowly according to the rhythm, enjoying the music played by Kak Rafif and his friends.

"This song I present to the person whose hand I now hold," Arga said as he stared at the two beads. "The person who always makes this heart feel like dancing, who makes my world turn upside down for it."

"For you!"

I took off Arga's hand and moved away from him, ignoring the heartbeat I couldn't control right now.

if we can stop it.

Arga came back closer to me and then turned this body back to his gaze, causing a commotion down there to occur again.

And all the dreams come true.

I dared to look at him.

Fusing all the lines between you and me, we

Duhai my love my dear let go.

Your feelings, your misses, your sincere love.

And now there is only you and me in eternity.

Arga took out a bouquet of flowers that had been prepared beforehand and handed it to himself, making the others scream in disappointment.

"At the turn of the year, will you, Aisha be mine?"

"Eh, this is just acting? Please say it's just acting, I swear I won't take it!"

"Bab!"

"Basic Cinderella last night!"

"Cupu really long time ago!"

"It's so exciting to be a girl!"

The shout was quite disturbing to the ears but I ignored for the smooth performance that has been arranged in such a way.

"Yes, I'am will" I said.

"Say! Don't think of shame, you don't think of their answers, but imagine if you could unite with the person you want changed this year."

"Imagine all the dreams that you dream come true,"

"At this last second, run to your partner or bully you and say 'I love you',"

Arga sentences make everyone huddle and appear in pairs.

"Three!"

"Two!"

Say someone, count down the turn of the new year just counting the seconds.

"One!"

Click!

As soon as the lights went out and the whole room was dark, I could guess if they were expressing a sense of being harbored or loving for the dating.

I flinched when this wrist was grabbed by someone but, regained my composure from guessing if it was my lover.

I can feel the breath that hits my face, can the brain imagine if we were very close.

"I love you" we cried at the same time but at that moment I fell silent to feel something else, making me freeze instantly.

My smile faded instantly as this hearing caught the voice of others.

"Where's Arga? And who's the guy in front of me?" batin says.

This head feels dizzy and the whole body feels helpless.

"Sorry," said the man then immediately took off his hand and left leaving me still shaken.

Click!

The lights were back on, my vision was as if combing all over the place without exception, but I could find no sign of anyone around, making a confused head.

Assuming the illusion does not seem to apply because, the touch was still imprinted.

"Isha! Do something there! Downhill!" kak Rafif's code made me wake up from the daydream and immediately get off the stage.

"Good performance! I don't think it will be sweet gini" said Rafif.

"Yes, Big Brother's acting is good, and look at them so sticky." Rara glanced at the person who was still struggling spoiled with their respective partners. How romantic.

"Where is Arga?" sis Rafif asked, making me turn to him and raise my shoulders signifying ignorance.

"Yolan's nyamperin! He makes the baper, he's also the baper." Kak Rafif's sentence makes the heart slightly melt.

"Isha!" call Brother Raefal closer to me. "Well we go home, you get scolded by Bokap, later,"

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           I typed something in the social media search field to get something that had been bothering me since last night.

"Can!" I muttered when I found social media the person I was looking for.

I smiled wryly when I saw the photo that was plastered in front of my eyes.

"So what am I?" tanyaku.

Posted, Yollan is hugging someone who only looks back but, I can conclude if it's Arga, because I still clearly remember the clothes he wore that night not to mention with the attached caption that made these tears just fade.

I dropped my body on the bed and hugged the pillow there, hiding my sobs.

Loving Arga is a simple thing, loved Arga is a dream that incarnates as an illusion then, reality is like a slap.

"Cinderella last night," I muttered.