Heartbreakers
01. Angrier
My name is Kheira Ilona Daniswara. People used to call me Khei, Ra, or Kheira. I think I'm an ordinary girl who has too ordinary a life. So usually until I can guess what will happen in my life exactly. Even when I like someone.
This story started when I joined the same student organization as him accidentally. I mean “by accident” is really without any intention of me, absolutely pure without knowing he also signed up. In fact, I think he signed up for the number one organization on campus like BEM or something.
Instead, the organization I was following at the time was a charitable organization that I thought was only followed by ordinary people like me who wanted activities outside of the regular classroom. This organization is called SLSY, short for Save Life Save Yours, which I think is a little overkill. Like its type and name, the SLSY organization engages in the social field of society to help the difficulties of others' lives. By helping others, we hope God will help us in our own lives.
First meeting SLSY introduced us—all new members and oldas—with a familiar atmosphere. There were about 16 people in total, with 5 new members, like me and him. Which unfortunately—or even lucky—one of us five should not have changed his mind and choose another organization. This prohibition is based on the number of charities that will be carried out by the organization so that it requires us to give up most of our time, energy and thoughts for this organization only.
Unlike other organizations, SLSY does not hold certain kinds of ospek or regulations that restrict new members. Everyone has the same degree to aspire or do anything in the secretariat that measures 10x12 meters.
That's vivid. It's a charitable organization. All we need is teamwork and sincerity. If we are not comfortable with the SLSY atmosphere, then where might we be able to sincerely share the good with others. That's what Brother David always said as the chairman of SLSY.
It was that joy that made us blend in quickly with everyone. Within a week, I was able to open up to 15 other people. Being able to laugh casually with someone other than my best friend is already my greatest achievement. Even in this sphere I have a place that I can consider a second home.
“What do you want to drink, Ra? There is juice, tea and plain water here,” bargain Keenan who just came and brought seplastik bottled drinks to be loaded into the refrigerator secretariat.
“Jus can deh.”
A second after my reply, he nodded. Put a box of mango juice on my desk and then come back to fill up the almost empty fridge.
“For nulis, yes?” the question is light, “stories about me no?”
My lips curled, smiling. My hand picked up the mango juice and stuck a straw, starting to sip it a mouthful. “Thank you,” I said while pointing at mango juice.
“Feelings from the past don't finish. I was curious, you know?” comments again.
When he was done with the fridge, he went to my desk. Sitting opposite me while looking at the graffiti I made on the paper. Then he was upset because my graffiti was never too good for him to read clearly.
“Others on where?” ask again when I gave up reading my graffiti. Switching and looking for new topics is indeed his expertise. His hand scratched the nape—sign confused—lalu opened his mineral water bottle.
“Tadi Arif said he wanted to survey places that would be donated. I did not come because this afternoon there is still class,” obviously I complete.
I've already memorized he'll ask what's next. So I answered him before he actually asked. I have memorized it, after this he will definitely nod his head and drink three sips of mineral water.
Justright. For a second he nodded in satisfaction—understand my complete explanation—lantas sipped water from his bottle.
One. Two. Three.
Just like that. His hand had closed the bottle back swiftly.
After this, the choice is twofold: take a nap at the secretariat or follow the others to the survey site. And what I expected the most was the first choice. Because that way, I can linger to see it near me.
Ah, moron. What the hell am I thinking?
Keenan asked again, which unfortunately I can only answer with a twitch of the shoulder: not knowing. Maybe this is not the time I was expecting. I gave up first anyway, so I won't try to hold it back. “You followed?” ask me out too, “I asked Arif first.”
For a moment, his head shook. “Not try. I'm really males again. It's hot outside. I want to sleep here. Mumpung deserted so the fan felt, hehe.”
Again, he took a sip of his mineral water. Then comforted himself by shifting to the right, giving me more room, and resting his head on the table.
After sure the position is good, he yawned and ordered, “If you already want to go, please wake me up, yes. Afraid bablas kayak yesterday, hehe.”
My head nodded. I was lucky to be able to repeat the memories of two years ago with him. Memories that—in the last year SMA-ku—ingin I buried deep.
Keenan Vishnu Yogatama. He's the guy. The most effective person during High School. I knew him in the eleventh grade, when I was separated from Jessie and Keana. He is cheerful, smiling, has a taste of spare humor, what it is and is very good. His friendly nature gives a sense of comfort to anyone who knows him. Ah, and don't forget the good looks: the dimples on the right cheek make her face even more palatable to look at, second to none.
I should probably thank Keenan. If not for it, how could I feel that his name fell in love in High School. Although my love story doesn't end beautifully like most novels and comics, I'm quite happy.
From realizing that feeling until now, my brain was still sane enough to understand that the invisible distance between us was so great. The popular Keenan couldn't have glanced at me who, if present, was invisible. Compared to Jessie and Keana, I'm nothing. Besides, long before knowing me, Keenan was already close to another girl. Everyone, including me and Keenan, knows that.
Even to this day, I still don't believe I can be one environment with him. To the extent that I could have believed that someone said Keenan was just a formality with me.
Even so, I still like it. I admit I'm a fool.
“If you keep looking at me like that, how can I sleep?” keenan said suddenly. Her closed eyes opened for a moment to make sure I was really looking at her. My head automatically lowered in shame. My cheeks are definitely red because it suddenly feels hot.
“Sorry. I was not intentionally. Emm, just looking for inspiration,” I sputtered back.
His head nodded slowly then cleared his throat without changing the position of his head. His face was facing me with both arms. It reminds me of what happened two years ago.
Two years ago, Keenan also fell asleep in front of me. At that time, after finishing Biology class, our class was supposed to move. The entire class was already in a hurry to get out chasing the next class. It left me relaxed and a male student still asleep.
Because of pity, I approached his chair in the back corner of the class: intending to wake him up. That was the first time I looked at her face. I keep close in my memory how the chisel is perfect. At that time, we were just two strangers. So, I woke him up after regaining consciousness. Also, I immediately left him after waking up and understood what he had to do.
I am clearly different now. As soon as I was sure he was really sleeping—ini was marked by a regular roar of breath—soon I updated my memory of the curves of his face. Comparing just in case something changed during these two years.
I laughed, my mind was always ridiculous. Two years is not a long time. Apparently, it won't undergo much change. Just look at her red lips that are in sleep still seem to smile. Also the line on his cheek that imprints due to smiling and laughing too often. Has not changed at all since the old days.
The fun of remembering Keenan and the past makes me unconscious when the day goes on in the afternoon. Surprised me because suddenly the clock shows at 14:55 WIB. Remaining fifteen minutes until Bu Amel—dosen Introduction to Accounting scheduled afternoon classes—entry. My hands quickly tidied things haphazardly. I forgot to wake Keenan up with a great shock on his shoulder, as if there were a fire and other calamities. Then hurriedly out chasing the finished time said, “Wake up, Nan! I'm late for class!” loudly.
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