I'm the Forgotten One
Painting.
“Eh, ntar unboxing gift right? You didn't? I was curious about Dirgo,” said Memey suddenly.
“Sama, I too!”
The two of them talked on the way home, only discussing about Dirgo. The darkening day is also accompanied by the echo of the Maghrib Adhan, indicating that time has gone to night. The street looks beautiful because it is packed with vehicle lights. Until at 16:35 minutes, Mang Judas pressed the remote control of the fence of his employer's house, immediately directing the car towards the garage when it had passed the control fence.
“Aibi, I am coming!” memey's exclamation when he saw Bi Momon welcome their arrival.
“Tau right if Bibi has prepared goat gulai.” Bi Momon laughed happily at Memey's words. Agatha who realized that could only sigh. Bi Momon and Memey are like cats and children when they meet. Very suitable and clop according to Agatha's understanding.
“Sign in and clean yourself first before dinner, Non!” bi Momon's Order. The two girls that Bi Momon ordered to clean themselves agreed and passed upstairs to the room. While watching the backs of the two girls pass away, Bi Momon smiled. With the presence of Memey, hoping to accompany Agatha so as not to be lonely, especially because tonight Mrs Daria did not return home. After all, even going home, only a little hope to be able to spend time with Agatha. At most the reason is tired all day to and fro visit the parlors.
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After dinner, Agatha invited Memey to open the gift as they had discussed on the way home. Each gift from his best friend they open one by one. Gifts from other invited guests, Agatha has instructed Mang Judas that the gifts will be given to the home where her mommy often visit there. Until the gift given by Dirgo, they both looked at each other, guessing the contents behind the package.
“Open it! Curious I.”
“Propay!” Agatha slowly opened Dirgo's gold gift ribbon.
“What is the contents of the card?” ask Memey curiously.
Agatha smiled when she saw the contents of the gift. Then he realized something he thought was something he had seen. Agatha nge-freeze. He remembered where he had seen it.
“Woii!” meey's strangulation resuscitated Agatha from her daydream. Memey was confused because Agatha was daydreaming. “Why suddenly sculpt?” tanyanya.
“Eh how-how?” Agatha awoke from her daydream.
“My card did I ask?”
“Nih! Same watch painting.”
“Lo likes?”
“Yes, I like it!” Agatha smiled blushingly as she placed the gift onto her chest. He showed the gift to Memey after he was satisfied to hug him
“Wahhh. Very cool painting!” Memey. “That's him alone painting or is there a third party?” memey seemed to be thinking of something. And that was also Agatha's question after hearing Memey's remarks.
“Ntoe. I don't know, too,” replied. “I guess, next time I have to chat with Dirgo,” Agatha thought. He harbored little suspicion towards Dirgo because of the painting.
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That afternoon, three months had passed. Agatha, who is officially 18 years old over a few months, plans to invite Dirgo to chat, as she had planned before. Incidentally, this month is the beginning where students of class XII take an even semester, which means that in a few more months they will also hold a graduation exam, which means that they will also hold a graduation exam, who will deliver and determine they graduate from High School. Agatha looked at the luxurious antique wall clock displayed on the wall of the living room, whose clockwork had already shown at four in the afternoon. He had prepared to meet with Dirgo immediately at a cafe with simple clothes, black jeans combined with a cream-colored hoodie. His hair was cepol so that it showed a little neck that smooth level. Not to forget, the birthday gift given by Dirgo he pinned also in his right hand. Painting that became a lot of questions in his mind, he also included in his sling bag.
“Auntie, I say goodbye first, yes.” Agatha said goodbye to Bi Momon when it was time to leave.
“Be careful, Non. Don't come home too late, danger!”
“Siap. Aunty calm down!”
“Non take car or walk?” ask Bi Momon.
“Gak, Bi. I was somersaulting as well!” Bi Momon seemed to pull both corners of his lips because it was indeed an unreasonable question. Since when was the little lady able to walk. The incident when he returned home from school alone had made him exhausted, especially when it was coupled with being scolded by angkot drivers because the money was less.
“So. Non careful driving!”
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Dirgo who was also curious about what he would later discuss with Agatha, seemed to have also fought with an attractive and cool look. Favorite perfume that he used to wear to school, he deliberately sprayed also to some parts of his body point. This time he did not use a car, because he thought it would be fast to the destination if there was a traffic jam on the road. For a moment, he looked back at himself in front of the mirror. He seemed to make a smile considering that he would soon meet Agatha, the person he could say loved in silence.
“Meet with special people, style should also be special!” Dirgo looked at himself who was inside the mirror reflection. He wore a black shirt slightly pressed on his body so that the muscles that are on him appear to give off shape. Do not forget to also be combined with a little gray pencil pants and white sneakers that make the appearance more cool and fresh.
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Agatha who had arrived at a cafe, rushed to find Dirgo's whereabouts according to the contents of the WhatsApp message sent to her. From afar, Agatha could see that there was someone who was also searching for her whereabouts. Agatha paused her steps briefly while making sure the person was Dirgo. Agatha was again amazed. A smile was again on her beautiful face. Agatha grew impatient, then immediately headed for the seat where Dirgo was waiting. Dirgo waved his hand, making Agatha misbehave.
“Haii. Have you been waiting a long time?” agatha asked Dirgo when she was where Dirgo was sitting.
“Haii. Just about two minutes ago, not long.”
Agatha immediately landed her butt on the chair, facing Dirgo. The two look at each other. The atmosphere looks awkward indeed, especially Dirgo. When else try to have time alone with Agatha, she thought in her heart.
“More beautiful!” two words escaped from Dirgo's mouth, leaving Agatha a little flabbergasted. The atmosphere returned clumsy, gradually Agatha's face blushed red. Agatha kept her head down staring at the table.
“Tha, are you pa-pa?” dirgo asked, noticing Agatha who looked blushed and blushed.
“Ii-iya.” Nothing has been made blushing by Dirgo. The perfume bushes began to re-pierce Agatha's sense of smell.
“What message do you want?” Dirgo looked at Agatha who was still glued to the table.
“Gue ngikut lo aja, deh,” replied Agatha whose eyes are still staring at the table. Agatha did not dare to look at Dirgo because her face still felt blushing.
“Whatever asked you is under the table until you don't want to look at me?” seduced Dirgo because Agatha was still focused with her gaze on the table.
“Oh, yes. Sorry, yes.”
“Casual! Oh yeah, what do you want to talk about?” Dirgo looked back at Agatha, trying to break the awkwardness so that Agatha could freely chat with her.
The order that Dirgo had ordered, had already filled their desk. There are two vanilla-latte cups and two croissant containers. Both enjoyed the order while talking.
“Gue can it?” Agatha started the conversation.
“Free! What do you want?” for a moment Dirgo thought about what Agatha would ask. She became a little nervous, who knows Agatha asked about herself all this time.
“Once again, thank you, yes,”
“Create?” ask Dirgo curious.
“This!” Agatha directed her right hand which was wearing a watch, a gift from Dirgo.
“You like?” Dirgo smile.
“Iya, really like! Thanks, yes,”
“Thank God you like.” Dirgo looked at Agatha with a smile, his hand without a cue holding Agatha's hand. Agatha quickly pulled her hand.
“Hehe. No need to hold hands also dong,” Agatha back blushing.
“Sorry, reflexes,” Dirgo immediately pulled his hand hearing Agatha's remark. Then he slowly sipped the vanilla-latte in front of him to reduce nervousness.
“This is your painting that makes?” agatha asked by showing the painting she had taken out of her bag.
Dugo!! Serr!! The question that he did not want to think about on purpose even came out of Agatha's lips, making her blood flow becomes unfavourable. Dirgo looked confused. Thinking about how he explained it to Agatha who was asking. He did not want what he had been doing to be known now by Agatha. He thought, still wanting to pay attention to Agatha from afar and in silence first until it was time to tell the truth.
“Kok dumbly?” Agatha resuscitated Dirgo who looked confused. “Why? Something wrong with my question?”
Dirgo shook his head to convince Agatha that he was doing well. “Oh yes, the painting I sent a message that made,” said Dirgo lying.
“Wah, expert ya temen lo!”
“Where? Nice, right?”
“Iya, good. Can you take me sometime,”
“Tow to where?” Dirgo narrowed his eyes.
“Meeting you who painted, lah. Can ya?”
“Mmm, can be anyway,” replied Dirgo with doubt.
“Yaudah, ntar news me, yes. Actually, I was once met painting similar to this as well, had squirm the person directly anyway, but not clear because far away. That's temen lo maybe,”
“Hehe, maybe.” Dirgo grew older with several narrations of Agatha, as if he felt interrogated. But he tried his best to cover it up so that Agatha would no longer be suspicious of him.
To be continued…