Crush On You's
Boy and Mika's Relationship

Friendship can have a big influence on attitudes and thoughts. They often meet, discuss or talk to each other. Better understand the way of life, the way of thoughts and feelings naturally. Unknowingly it fosters its own excitement. Small habits when together like a slow but sure shot of spirit.

I even felt close friends with the girl. Not talking too often, only at certain times. Remembering my mountain. So there was very little time to be with him. Seeing it every day is enough to give me peace and happiness.

When I dive into her trivial and boring world, she welcomes with all her heart. But when I tried to dive deeper, he quickly dodged. Benign - docile pigeon, maybe the expression was appropriate for him. He wants me to try hard.

She didn't know that I'd been watching her behind the laptop. I don't know what he read, it seems interesting. Every now and then a smile comes. Ah, just getting more tempting. Immediately I closed the square screen then stood up and walked towards him.

Before getting close to his desk. Both my legs stopped.

The man came patting the girl on the shoulder. Then take her away.

These two eyes were still watching them from afar. Bening shook his head and smiled at the man. For a moment I had to take a deep breath. Seeing it with someone else. Really, I really don't know anything about him. Who is that guy? What is their relationship?

“Now, you see for yourself! He is not as innocent as you think,” said Bu Laras.

I just glanced at him for a while then left him in the cafeteria. The woman always interfered. Commenting arbitrarily. And trying to control me to bend my knees in front of him. “Basic teaser,” I whispered in heart.

***

Amir asked me to accompany him to see the process of making short films on the beach. Assignments for fifth semester students. At three o'clock in the afternoon, we arrived at the place.

A large stretch of white sand. The rock with its big waves. The air is cold and clean. This beach is known by the name of the beach “Papuma.” From the city of Jember taken more than an hour, is in the district of Wuluhan.

There were about twenty students listening to the instructions of Amir. He seems to enjoy his work. I didn't pay much attention, I looked around. The blue of the sea water, the sound of the waves, the wind and the birds decorate the afternoon. Take a walk not far from them, holding up a jacket. I stand under a coconut tree. The sea water has started to tide some fishermen walking with catch fish.

Someone patted my shoulder. “What is it like to make a drama or short film on the beach?”

“I don't know,” I answered briefly and turned my head.

The man chuckles. His hands are busy on binoculars. “I guess Mister is looking for inspiration.”

I'm shaking. Suddenly felt shivering and restless. Hearing a familiar sound coming from behind makes the heart beat fast.

The deg! Bening is here.

He asked Iskan, the man next to me.

“Reacted here,” sapanya friendly. “Have a good spot?”

“Spot? I was still looking around. I think there is a morning class, there,” replied Iskan directing his binoculars to the crowd. “You take pictures around here, all waiting for Ratna. She's coming soon.”

The girl glanced at me, then looked down. And busy with the camera in hand.

“Come with me, looks like there's a good spot.”

Bening nodded and walked next to me. Not talking only occasionally glancing. His bangs were a little messy in the wind. He deliberately let it go, because the camera is more interesting for him at the moment. His hands pointed the camera and photographed some small shells on the sand, sea water, trees, children playing kites and of course fishermen who were passing by.

After walking far enough. I sat on a big rock. The sound of the waves getting louder. The sunlight is orange and the air is getting colder. After some pictures have been taken. I told him to sit next to me.

“Hai .…”I flicked my hand in front of his face. “You daydreaming?”

“No,” answered looking down nervously.

I raised his chin slowly. Then look at him closely. Our eyes meet. “No need to fear, this is not on campus.”

“Yes, I'm so scared. Fear of this feeling if it does not go along with reality, where you are always around me. The shadow will be something and ..”

“I never joke to be around you,” I said slowly.

Now I've got his fingers. So cold and wet. The tang was small so my hands easily grabbed him. There was no rejection at all. I blurted once again. And looked at him his eyes deeper.

“Please Mister, let go of my hand,” he said slowly.

“How deep do you feel about me?”

Face pale. But his eyes were bright and shady. His lips moved slowly. But no words came out. Both of his cheeks were red.

“Jawab Ning!” I'm getting my grip on.  

“Very deep.”

I feel something. This body feels light and warm. A soft voice came out from his lips. It felt like I wanted to hold her tight and bring her home. I'll take care of this treasure, I really don't want to let go.

“And what do I mean, to you?”

“Mister is a stubborn English teacher. And also very smart. Sometimes they are rude to the weak and very good to those who are diligent, even though they are unattractive and clever. I am happy to see you speaking, teaching and listening to your voice. Mister, I'm relieved to be able to say this all directly.”

Slowly I let go of my grip. Then I put my arm around his shoulder.

“You are great student and you will be a splendid teacher.”

We walked along the beach hand in hand. Now he smiled more often and glanced silently. Tell each other about their backgrounds. The clear is now open. Our trip was far enough away from the crowd. The sun was almost drowned too.

For a while the formality between us faded a little. But still within general limits. Not too close and not too far away. I feel peaceful when I'm around him. But wait! In this case, a hasty attitude seems to lead to boredom. So I chose to enjoy it.

He asked permission to walk first. When we got close to the crowd. Slowly I let go of her hand. Truly, it felt like this moment wanted to go home and enjoy something that had just happened. The crowd couldn't make me better.

Ratna smiled glanced at me and Bening. The girl's gaze was a little suspicious. While Bening and Iskan exchanged cameras then a little discussion about some photos that they managed to get.

I left them and walked towards Amir who was busy with a laptop.

Some tents are already. The other students are making a bonfire. While the girls prepare mats for the seating area. The wind is getting cold. The sun is completely drowned. So did the sound of the waves, echoing loudly.

“Looks like we should stay overnight. Because there are still some unfinished,” said Amir. “Again, this area is prone to begal at night.”

“What around here is there cottage, inn or homestay?” my many. “We can rest there.”

“Hosting? Of course there is. No, it's not interesting. They have prepared a special tent for men and women.”

Rest with them? Just be right. Inside the stuffy tent. And tonight it's been really cold, the jacket I'm wearing can't help it completely.

As soon as the fire started slowly. Wood burned and occasionally embers gushed upwards. The surroundings became warm. I sat on a mat not far from the fire. From my place many students whisper to each other. I don't know what they discussed. I feel like I'm being observed. Their cry was fleeting, one of them smiling flirtatiously. Both of my eyes were reluctant to move on the girl who was busy photographing and chatting with her friends.

“What do you think of the girl standing near the yellow tent?”

“Obviously, he's got a camera. His face is not so attractive. If the girl who wears a pink hat next to her, then beautiful,” replied Amir.

“The one wearing the pink hat was Ratna, his cousin Laras.”

I chuckle.

As usual, Amir will not waste time getting acquainted or opening talks with a beautiful girl. A bit of a relief, he did not glance towards Bening. That means my girl is safe.

The fire began to decrease. I'll get the remaining wood. Nobody cares, that's how young people are. Busy having fun, there is busy editing videos, playing guitar, running around, taking pictures and standing facing the beach. For a moment I was stunned. There was a girl standing alone. Who's the girl? His hair was long straight. His clothes are long white. Clenched hands.  His skin is white and pale. Without wearing footwear. He stood for quite a while, while the wind grew stronger.

I stepped up to approach him. Suddenly both feet were heavy. My breathing panted after walking several meters away from the crowd. A few more steps until.

The girl turned around but her face was still covered in a few strands of hair on the face. The road was slow but there were no footprints on the wet sand.

I keep following him. Walk far enough and leave the beach. Enter a dark land and full of coconut trees. Only the cold wind could I feel.

“Wait!” my yelling.

He's hiding behind a big coconut tree.

The sound of coconut leaves moving. Makes me flinch upwards. There's nothing above, just bright moonlight. I gathered my strength and tried to get closer to the big tree.

“Come out!”

My hand tried to touch the girl's shoulder. My whole body is shaking amazingly. The srek! The coconut leaves are moving again. I looked up again. There's nothing. I looked straight behind the big tree. There's nothing. The girl in white clothes was also absent. My eyes are looking around. Like someone pulled my body. Now I was where the girl was hiding. There's no one. So quiet. My knees were weak until I sat down. Both my eyes are hot and painful in the heart. The shadow of loss, sorrow and suffering that seeps in my mind and overwhelms my soul. Tight and difficult to move. Both my hands were pale and stiff as if tied. As much as possible I tried to scream but could not. I bite my own lips until they bleed. I slowly closed these two eyes and chanted a thread of prayer. Even though my voice was barely heard. After a few minutes this strange pressure was reduced. The vegetables sounded a voice. “I will always count on you.”

Holding the tree, I managed to get up. And despite that pressure. This incident is like a curse that I have often experienced since Devi died. I put my hands on her chest, and offered a special prayer for her. The cold wind swept over my face slowly and I finally managed to get out of the dark land and back to the beach.

The crowd became quiet. Only a few people are still awake. The bonfire's still burning. It means there is activity. I quickened my pace and tried to forget about the incident.

Amir raced with various questions since then. He must be worried because I left without telling anyone. The noise made my head dizzy. Scroll the clock on the wrist, twelve o'clock.

Ratna, Iskan and Bening looked at me suspiciously. I don't like their look.

“So I just took a short walk.”

“Ya, already. Men's tent is over there,” said Amir flat.

I nodded then washed my face and both hands with sea water. Browbeat. When I got back to the campfire, Amir was gone. Only three of my students were awake.

“Is Mister okay?” ask Iskan.

“Never better.”

I took a long breath. And sit on a mat facing the campfire. There must be some questions on their minds. All three are not strangers, it is only natural to have a sense of curiosity more. Ask for an explanation, for example. No, I won't tell anyone about this. As usual, I'll swallow it in silence.

“Please, get me a glass of water.”

Ratna nodded and walked up to get some bottled water. Then he put it in front of me. The pink hat girl grabbed the mat and sat not far from me. Iskan and Bening followed him. No one's talking. Just a questionable look.

I stood up and left them. If I told them, they would think I was lying, strange and unclear. Because the incident I experienced was beyond logic. The one who is dead must be in his own nature. But Devi, can still visit me freely. Trying to get to me in his own way. Horrifically.

This tent is quite large. But it's still stuffy. You guys, can imagine sleeping together like this. Some were delirious, lying and curling in the cold. I tried to close my eyes, even though I was awake. Until the sound of the waves I can still hear clearly. Including the noise next to me.

“Iskan? Is it True Singer Singles?”

“Mbuh Mar, jangkien dewe. I sleep with ojo pacapa.”

“Kapanane, Bening muleh with me. A arep pedekate karo Bening. Piye?

“Iyo ta? Uh temen a, wes sure tenan?”

“A hundred percent sure,” The answer is for sure. “Been like watches, flowers, dolls or chocolates. Quickly tell me?”

“He doesn't like all that. Beautiful bag, high heels shoes and accessories she also does not like.”

“Keep him like, what?”

“She loves music, stories “historic romance” and kids.”

“Ke what else?”

“Not need to try hard to approach it. Enough to make him comfortable. It definitely works.”

“During this time, have you never thought of approaching him?”

“Damar, Bening and I are best friends. Never happened something.”

“Why?”

“Because he's not my type,” he replied casually. “Although we often discuss, but Bening is not a fun person to be invited to shop, watch movies or go on a walk without a purpose. Coincidentally, he wants to be invited to the beach because there is a task from SME photography.”

“So what are the advantages?”

“Patience and good listener.”

I immediately closed my mouth with both hands. In order not to laugh. So, the man who pulled Bening's hand a while ago, was named Damar. Their conversation was ridiculous. Young people, all they think about are trivial things. May I be one of the lucky ones to witness their stories.

***

The sun has not risen perfectly. The wind is still cold. He was forced to wake up because of the noise outside. I rubbed my eyes and corrected the glasses. Only a few people woke up, they burned corn on the rest of the campfire.

After the public bath. I'll grab the bag and check the phone for a second. There is no network at all. Amir called for a photo together before going home. With my back against the beach, my body shivered like last night. This situation cannot be allowed, I have to get out of the pressure that comes.

“By, I borrowed the camera?”

“Sure,” Reply Clear. He gave the camera then took a quick glance.

Remembering last night's events could be devastating this morning. Hopefully with this the thoughts and feelings of the rest of the night, can disappear. After seeing some pictures of the girl's shots. Nice, very clear and neat.

“Are you going to print everything?”

“No, only a few are required. It still has to be chosen again.”

“I like this one, it's just the color is too bright.”

“Can be set the contrast,” says Bening shows some buttons that are on the camera. “Try pressing this.”

Honestly, I always watch it. In a calm, quiet and quiet state. At his side I found peace and in his eyes I saw unparalleled sincerity. It is time for this togetherness to end. In order not to cause cheap gossip.