It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 11: The Curhatan of the Former

"So gini, a couple of days.Nearly a week I felt something strange about my boyfriend." Olivia opened the story. We're still walking down the highway when the night begins to cool. The atmosphere around was quieter than a few minutes ago.

"How weird?" I'm curious.

"Yes, it's different from before" Olivia sighed before continuing, "it was right at the beginning of our courtship, she was so romantic, we were friendly. No matter how busy he is, it must be ngabarin. Similarly, on the contrary, I also always plunge myself to ngabarin in between busyness."

"Oh, that's it. keep lo.." Not yet as I continued to say, Olivia cut my unfinished talk.

"So, yes, in school we have also started to talk a lot lately." Olivia finally stopped.

"Why?"

He shook his head, a sign that he did not know about it. Then, say, "I'm worried that he's starting to get the same.me, yan." Olivia was worried, looking straight ahead. As if trying to shake that thought.

Like, he loves his girlfriend to the point of being so anxious just because he rarely met each other at school. Once when we were still dating, he was also like this if we did not meet after school. I can feel the same anxiety, so I can conclude that Olivia likes her boyfriend now, just as much as I love her then, or even more love her current boyfriend. Hm…

Why do I even want to ya nemenin him way, but I could have just nolak and nganterin him back to the house of Flowers. Although it seems evil, but it's the right choice. Somehow so there's a little regret ngajak girlfriend street people.

I try to smile when my heart is a little jealous. "Lo's too worried, liv."

Olivia squirms towards me.

I went on to say, "Maybe he's busy with his own business at school." I thought for a moment before finally continuing, "There are excul activities for example, or if your boyfriend is in 3rd grade, he can be busy latian UN or tutoring here and there."

We kept quiet until a few steps ahead. I think he doubted that just because he wanted UN, his girlfriend could not take the time. I know, there must be something else from her boyfriend that makes it rarely there is time.

"Yes, you really, my girlfriend is in 3rd grade, and she's no longer preoccupied with the care of the UN." He bit his lower lip. "But, he was busy as busy as the UN must also not make him not bales WA from me at all times, lah.  I felt like he was getting away from me, or yes, his love was falling off. But I hope it's not that."

Olivia looked down, looking moody, as if more upset than me who was dizzy thinking about the purpose of life earlier. I don't know why I feel sad to see him so moody. And I never thought, I knew the feeling of sprain, too. The reason why I was sprained was, I thought that the more upset Olivia was with her boyfriend, the more obvious she was, the more she felt for her boyfriend, as if Olivia was afraid of losing.

It makes me upset too, heavy taste in the chest, like there is a small iron that hangs in the recesses of the heart.

"If at school you rarely meet for a long time, understand that he is busy latian UN is the right alesan. But if you rarely bales WA anyway there may be other things that make him not bales WA lo." I concluded.

No matter how far we go, we arrive at a crossroad, near where there is a bus stop. Geez, subconsciously we're almost at school. Olivia then took us to sit at the bus stop. We sit next to each other on a long bench of a blue stop made of iron. We sit in front, looking at passing vehicles.

"Hemm..., what is it?" I hold my chin. I felt a bit sad with my previous talk. I want to answer 'the others' with 'other girls' but the effect I'm suuzon and evil. Yes, although I wish it was so but I shouldn't have answered that. I don't know why I always feel better than his girlfriend who is now when it's not necessarily so, wonder the same yourself.

"So she could work side jobs, some 3rd graders usually do, right?" I answered that whole thing.

"It could be.." Olivia looked at me while tilting her head, "But she never said anything about it." Said.

I scratched my head, "Yes, not everything has to be told to lo kali, liv." I smiled then continued, "Sometimes, men have their own world that they don't want to know their partner."

"Yes, the hell, can I just fit WA not in bales every mall, he's busy with his business that maybe I don't need to know." Olivia smiled.

"Yes, positive thinking." I also smile.

There is one more thing that confuses me. I'm sure, Olivia is still the person she used to be, not venting to just anyone, even she more often harbored her own mass. Maybe he hasn't hurt this problem to Bunga, or maybe to Adit. He's the one who's looking for the most comfortable person he thinks he's upsetting, and that's me.

You could say, I'm quite happy he still chose me as his confidant because that way, at least I'm still held by his heart. If it is so, it could be yes, I reverse when dapet the right momentum. Moreover, he was again wary of his girlfriend.

"But, yes, yan.." He's talking again.

"What?"

"Even if you tell me to think well, the feeling of anxiety is still there. I was afraid of her.." Olivia paused for a moment, continuing, "I'm worried, there's nothing I'm not the only one for her."

Damn, why did he think that, and why did I smile when he said that. Honestly, I feel bad for my girlfriend Olivia. Actually, I have no intention to make their relationship more in an unclear direction. Not that I support their relationship and give up on my ex. More precisely, I do not want to be accused of being a third person, I gamau get any problems, I want to live a relaxed life.

For a long time, the air around feels colder I even want to drink anget, wedang ronde or ginger drinks delicious times, yes. Around here is also a place where there are many people selling. Should I take Olivia to a place to eat, huh?

"Riyan, my stomach is lacer, let's find a place to eat yuk!" Said suddenly.

Coincidentally, does he seem to be reading my mind? So think, is it okay that our hearts are still connected? I became GR.

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