I'm Beautiful#Part 2
episode 7's

Without answering I just smiled and reprimanded everyone sitting at the dinner table, Just now I was standing in front of the sidewalk waiting for the transport car heading towards the house, my phone rang

"Hello.." I said briefly, I know who's behind the phone,

"Don't come home too late.we'll be out at seven in the night, we made a deal, right?" said Nio

"Dad...we'll see later.., "I replied in a lazy tone, how not? He acted as if we were strangers, then at this moment when there was no one and only a mobile phone satellite, Nio acted as if he was chasing me. Anger encircles my heart.

"I'll keep picking up at seven!" back Nio spoke affirming if He did not like being rejected or even did not like an uncertain answer.

Lazy with argumentation, without answering I immediately turned off my phone unilaterally, "Oh... Lord I need the beach." My own grunts are still waiting for the public transport car that will take me back home.

The public transport car passed by and on, the music thumped strong as if a walking discotheque was preparing to deliver me at the stop, I recalled the memory of the sweetness of my relationship with Mathew, Sister, where Mathew will always be nice in public, he always treats me well, not shy to hold my hand, not ashamed to go where - both are like normal people who are combining love.

What is sweet turns out to be a bland, even bitter, fit there will be no perfect relationship, switching from one to one different man, each also has a different character, the feeling of tightness always hit me, my mind likes to be messed up because of the prejudices and sweet memories and bad memories that have been crossed out in the book sheet of my life, and it wasn't easy for a teenager like myself to handle at the time.

My intention is to lie down at home I cancel, "I miss you Mathew, I took that tear and looked at it carefully "it turns out these eyes can still get wet when I remember you brother.." I softly held back the pain in the chest.

I intercepted one of the cars that was going in the opposite direction to my house, considering that I was saying goodbye to meeting my best friend (which turned out to be just my essay) I didn't care when mom and everyone at the same table looked at me suspiciously, all I want right now is to get away from everyone, without having to be disturbed and distracted by those around me who make me feel like I'm failing to be the human being that lives in this world.

Arriving at the beach that I used to go alone with Mathew, I sat staring at the sea, the sound of waves crashing was clearly like the pounding of life that was being faced, he said, we just have to choose to be a rock that stands firmly does not move even though it feels the pain in the hit every time, he said, or choose to be a money boat sailing on the waves through the storm at certain times, but has a definite purpose to dock, but,

My eyes closed feeling the beach breeze that continues to blow on my face, not stopping - ceasing to make my hair fly erratically direction, I took a deep breath - deep to breathe the smell of the beach that I loved so much, every once in a while I feel the slightest splash of waves landing on my skin, all this feels very stifling,

I thought if I was stubborn and became a Rock, then over time I would be eroded by the waves that continue to hit every time, But if I became a boat that waded and felt on the waves also did not give me the guarantee of getting to the destination safely, it could be a storm hit and make my boat upside down, but .. if you become a boat, you can continue to try to approach the destination with all the challenges that exist, rather than being a rock that does nothing - what and just stay in place?

When I opened my eyes I thought of being a boat with a smile even though my mood was currently in turmoil but I was determined to try to reach my destination, that's the last port where I'm gonna tie my boat and dock...

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"Beautiful!! it's not ready yet" called mama while knocking on the door.., I heard the sound of a motorcycle just parked in front of my house.

"Beautiful still wear clothes ma.." whereas I was ready to wear clothes with litchal, dress up minimalist, with a sling bag encircled on my shoulder, but let me for a moment choose the fall first, first,

"Okay..., Nio just came" said the mother from behind my bedroom door, "drag don't make people wait long, it's not good Beautiful" again Mama reminded me to hurry immediately.

"Dad ma.. mama aja aja yah. "sahutku, without answering anything I heard footsteps away, and the voice of Nio and my mama who greeted each other.

Instead of listening to a love song, I listen to a heartbreak song, what a strange feeling, and starting without love, I realized, a handsome face of someone will not be able to turn someone's heart to love him.

"Beautiful!!, haven't you?" call mama, who is disturbing my heart's gutial,

Without answering I opened my door, too,

"Well Lord, beautiful.your hair is not yet neat, here is the real mama," pulled mama inside and sat me by the bedside and tidied my messy hair.

"Okay... gini new beautiful" said mama. "young there, Nio uda waiting"

We also walked to the living room together - the same, "Hai Indah" greeted Nio, with sparkling eyes - twinkle, a very opposite attitude to his attitude last afternoon on campus, he said,

"Hi." I replied while giving a faint smile,

"Tante, Nio pamit want to take Beautiful out" said Nio,

"Okay. heart - heart well." replied mama, he said,

In our Journey of a thousand languages, there was no conversation at all, until the motorbike was parked right in one of the parks, pitch black, dark, but full of many motorcycles that are also parked there, this is the first time I was invited to date in a dark place and there is no entertainment whatsoever, in addition to the receding beach and the chart view of the fish floating in the middle of the sea.

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