It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 17: Sweet, Then Tasteless

Flowers did not look sad at all when telling that, only that his face looked annoyed. "That's a gardener's slack, burning garbage doesn't say anything." Further.

"Lo don't work with those lo guys, nga?" I asked a little bit of pity.

"No, they also want to joke, do not really intend to burn my shoes . After all, they've apologized and intend to change my shoes but I don't want to." Flowers look ordinary, as if burning shoes are not a thing to worry about.

"Why?" I'm confused.

"No papa, Riyan, can only if they meet me later even do not mind if they want it continues I really want it ordinary course." Smiling flowers.

"Lo is weird, anyway,... " I was silent staring at the Flower as I walked. " Lo's too good "I continue in my heart.

We're in the school parking lot. After we both put on the helmet and rode the bike, I turned on the Supra X engine owned by Bunga.

"The tight grip! " I commemorate the Flower that hollered behind, then wrapped her arms around my waist .

I and Bunga started going to the music store. At about 3pm, Bunga and I walked down the highway to the music store. The streets this afternoon were quite crowded, the light of twilight hit my face and Flowers. The motorbike we ride is slowly overtaking several other vehicles. We've been friends for a long time, even though we've been clinging and clinging to each other, we both don't seem to be awkward with each other, as if we were brothers and sisters.

If many people think that friendship between girls and boys will certainly cause love between them, then me and Flowers are a real example of the existence of pure friendship between girls and boys. Yes, there are no seeds of love that are ready to grow in each other's hearts and there is no special reason about it, we are both really not in love. Besides, Bunga also has a girlfriend.

"Lo why didn't I? Not afraid of your jealous boyfriend?" While riding a motorcycle, I asked that, probably because I felt a little unwell.

"Yaelah. if he's not probably jealous, relax. He knows you're a little bad-ass!"

"Damn it, I don't bencong woy!" I tried to defend myself.

Flowers laughing in the back. "Joking time no , besides you're geeky so guys, pendiem too. Definitely not my type, where maybe he's jealous of you." Said.

"It's good that way." I said.

After passing a few turns, a music store was seen on the left side of the road, Bunga advised me to reduce the speed of the motor, we pulled over slowly and stopped right in front of the music store.

"This is the flower?" Ask me to take off my helmet.

"Yep. Try this place first, if you don't find the goods, we move to another place." Answer Flowers.

The flower took off the helmet and then gave it to me. He then stepped closer to the door of the music store named "Kol & Music" it, or people used to call it KM music store. After I parked the bike, we both went into the store.

Shortly after opening the door and entering a few steps into the store, we were both greeted with a song from the band Guns N Roses entitled "Sweet Child O Mine" which aired in it.

Rows of Guitars neatly lined up at the end of the room and 3 sets of drums nearby made the eyes of Flowers sparkle when they saw it. "Keren~ " Flower Say, amazed.

After greeting the store owner, we then start exploring the place, looking for acoustic guitar in the meaning of Flowers or just look - see first.

" I hate Rehan. " All of a sudden the Flower said that as it walked beside me.

we step slowly towards a cassette rack, ascertaining whether there are good tapes to buy or not.

I looked at Bunga, I began to think that this was a confiding session that Flowers meant last night.

"Rehan lo's girlfriend?" Ask me, just to make sure

"No, but Rehan's a burly comedian"

"Yes, why do you hate him? "

"Udah almost two weeks more he did not bales at all my WA, just in read aja. Though online, but not in bales. Continues, lately he also often talk, every time I meet at school, just chat for a while keep going. Alesannya is busy with tasks. Worse yet, the last two days I have not seen him at school at all, I chat also not in bales, but online he is... "The flower does not continue the sentence .

"Certainly? What's the matter?" I'm curious.

"The message is just that, so much me. Though his facebook semalem active, I do not call in raised as well."

I scratched my head, wondering.

" Age now, no matter how busy a person, he must have just as much HP. He certainly realized that you called him and with full awareness he chose not to answer the phone. "

"Yes, it is !! "

"Lo don't try it on the people closest to him? The classmate maybe, he's already 3rd grade, who knows really busy really."

For a moment, kayak de ja vu, yes, I think there is a similarity of Olivia and Bunga. Trus, they're together. Ah no, I'm thinking, which is obviously something strange like.

The two arrived at a rack of original music CDs in the right corner of the room and stopped to look around, something interesting to buy.

"Maybe there's no need to go that far time, yan... " The flower stopped talking, her hand palpating the array of tapes on the shelf. " Maybe it's really very busy, we don't know the business of 3rd graders right ?" Further.

"Well .. yes , really. " I feel a little relieved, I feel the concern of Bunga to the attention of his girlfriend is already being reduced.

"But, what if he's the same boss as me, or suddenly met a prettier than me ?" The flower that now looks worried. " Why the hell did he turn gini? In the beginning, I was not like this. " hereinafter.

"Love is like sugar cane ... " I said.

"Cute, discarded? Sweetness at the beginning? " Treaty of Flowers that understand my meaning.

I did not answer the words of Bunga and recited the topic "Directly start guitar aja yuk, hunt afternoon."

The two now walked towards the corner of the room where the guitars were neatly arranged. All kinds of guitars are there. Flowers looked at the guitars in awe, occasionally touching them. I think he wants to buy, but he doesn't have enough money to do that.

After all, the narrow room can not accommodate dozens of guitars in the store, Olivia sempet story to me about it.

"Where? Do you want to find one? " Task me.

"No, no, I still want to see." Flowers answered while looking at the black guitar.

I and Bunga walked around looking at the guitar. Although the view of Bunga always leads to the guitars lined up neatly on their right, but I understand his mind is ngawang everywhere. Almost every few steps, Flowers always say "That's good. " When touching the guitar he meant.

"What was that ex-lo who moved, yan? Never been in class at all?" Flowers suddenly asked me like that.

This slacker is shady, by the way like he doesn't know Olivia.

"Why did you arrive - did it come ? I almost never contacted him again. The last communication with him about two months ago, it was just through Facebook." Answer me.

How yes, so in the past, my relationship and olivia are good - fine, there was never a meeting during the relationship. We also have a lot in common, especially in terms of favorite places, we are just as fond of the lake. I and Olivia used to visit the lake at dusk.

In my eyes, Olivia is a good girl. Olivia supports my desire to be a writer, she often I mintain please to give comments and judgments on my work and she always read my work with pleasure, he said, without any element of coercion. You could say we used to be a compatible couple.

Unfortunately, our relationship has to end. Nadia had to move out of town because there was a problem in her family so the circumstances demanded so . There was a debate between them.

in the music store, I told Bunga certa about my relationship and Olivia until finally I and Oliva agreed to move on with each other so that there was nothing burdensome. Damn, I can't move on until now.

"Definitely heartbroken you feel really sick, ,yan?" Ask Flowers.

I said, "Yes, good. " I then put one of his palms on the left chest. "Maybe there's still a scar. " I continue to talk.

"Lebay lo hehe..." Flowers said while pushing my shoulders slowly.

About 20 minutes inside the store, Bunga finally found what he was looking for. The choice falls on a white Yamaha acoustic guitar priced at Rp.600,000.00. He then took the guitar to the payment station. Interest effort saved pocket money for almost 3 months finally not in vain, he managed to get what he wanted.

The shop owner gave a guitar bag to Bunga. After putting his guitar in the bag and about to leave the store, the shopkeeper suddenly said, "Not the same sound system?"

"Oh, I don't, I already have it at home" replied Flowers politely. " How about trying the guitar first?" The shop seller offered.

"So I've tried to pick a little bit - a little bit of mas, sound good, according to what I'm looking for." Answer the Flowers again.

"I mean, try the sound system. He can play guitar, right?"

I smiled and went into the chat, "Well, he's really good at guitar mas, any song can." I'm proud of the flowers

"Man." Say me, kidding. The shopkeeper smiled at me and the flowers.

"If you want to test sound, you don't want to mbak." Again the store owner offers, maybe he hopes Flowers will at once buy a sound system after trying it. Flowers looked around, the atmosphere of the music store was quite crowded, most of the visitors were teenagers, some were also in high school uniform like him and me. Perhaps among the visitors there is one school with us.

A few seconds looking around, Bunga then looked firmly at the store owner, then said, "No, thank you. " Then rushing out of the store while carrying the guitar he bought, I followed behind him.

Out of the store, Bunga sighed in relief, he was happy to be able to buy the guitar he wanted, while I smiled while looking at Bunga, I also felt the happiness.

Looking towards the watch, Bunga said. "Still at this hour, how about relaxing?"

"Where?" I'm confused.

"No idea, buy ice cream first time?" Flowers are confused.

I nodded in agreement.

We then walk on the sidewalk on the edge of a busy highway, leaving a motorbike of flowers parked in front of a KM music store while hoping to find an ice cream seller nearby.

"Lo why didn't you try the guitar? Usually you will be excited if offered to play guitar in public so, you like to perform." I said as I walked beside the Flower.

"Gue again not the mood to say anything today, just fit in the music room I just diem aja. " The flower subdues the view while saying that.

"Think Rehan huh? "

"yeah ... " Bunga still seems to think of his girlfriend who is starting to change, his heart filled with worry. "Why the hell did he change? Why is that so easy?"

"Lo from earlier had said that, your anxiety about Rehan is not necessarily really happening, carried casually." Long ago I felt a little upset because Bunga always complained about the same thing.

"Rehan is my first girlfriend, yan, and this is also the first time he's lost kayak gini, during a new courtship this time he has no news like this, how not to worry try?"

I was silent, not knowing what else to say.

"It feels like breaking up, how the hell?" Flowers arrive - suddenly ask like that.

We're in front of an ice cream cart on the side of the road. Flowers order strawberry flavors, while I choose chocolate flavors. After getting each ice cream, we then sit on a long bench near it. Looking at the people passing by the highway, we enjoy each other's ice cream while continuing the chatter.

"It feels like breaking up?" I thought for a moment and then continued. "It's not very good, as if half of my life was in Rampa . Whatever I do, if it is related to him, I must be upset. For example, when I heard the song Peterpan whose title is 'Say With Beautiful' I became too fond of the song because it represents my perception, it makes my heart heavy, even though it is just a song. If I go to the lake with friends, I want him because we are dating very often to that place. The world I see is different, things I used to do with him or something he liked would be a bad thing when I did and went through without him beside me. I think I lost that oxygen."

Bunga only fell silent to hear my explanation about his life after a heartbreak. "Maybe in the future I should get used to it all." Flower Words.

"Emang you want to killusin Rehan just for saying biweekly?" I'm confused.

"Yes, I'm just worried that suddenly he's the one who sent me." The flower scoops the ice cream a few times and puts it in the mouth.

I just fell silent on hearing that, then scooped up the ice cream myself.

Soon a voice of someone calling flowers

"Flower!"

I know that voice. The flowers quickly moved towards the sound. We both look at Rehan walking across the street in front of us. He was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and a typical young man's shoes that looked expensive. Flowers stand, he looks bright. "Rehan, how are you here?" Rehan who approached Bunga without saying anything immediately stroked - elus the head of his girlfriend, Bunga looks embarrassed .

"I just sped your nyariin in the music room but instead did not exist, said the children who were still there you went to KM, yaudah I came here deh. What to KM?"

"Here.I bought a new guitar." Bunga said while showing the new guitar he was carrying on his back to Rehan.

Rehan looked towards I who had been horrified by their chatter.

"Hey."

"Yes, bro." Answer me, familiar.

I and Rehan salaman. "Sorry yes, you're so bothered nemenin flower gini." Rehan continued

"Look, it's normal."

Rehan looked at the Flower deeply, then said, "I want to say something to you." Hearing that, Bunga's originally smiling happy face slowly changed expression into a moody one, he might feel his worry about Rehan ending their relationship seemed like it would really happen.

I who was still sitting on the long bench while eating ice cream felt clumsy to be between Bunga and Rehan who was currently talking serious things.

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard from you for a few days..." Rehan had not yet finished his call, Flowers cut.

"Nearly two weeks more!! If you break up, just don't talk, I'm ready." Flowers look upset.

"Yes, sorry. You must be sprained, I don't want to kill you..." Rehan was silent for a moment before continuing. "I was busy preparing for the national science competition, so I had to study seriously so that my group could win. During the preparation of the race, I have to reduce playing HP or play with you and focus on learning. If you lose the race, it will not be good with Bu Dian as a group guide." Rehan explained the reason why he was avoiding Flowers, it turned out that he was busy preparing for the race.

Looks like Rehan's one of the smartest students in school. I nodded at Rehan's explanation which sounded reasonable to me.

"Really right?" Flowers seem uncertain.

"Really." Rehan issued a national science contest participant's sign bearing his name from his jeans pocket.

"Trus, when are we maen-maen again?"

"Next week it's all over, so doain can win." Rehan smiled, Flowers also smiled. I whistled, mocking them both.

"Apaan sih lo, whistle lo kayak rat kelindes tire track. " Bunga said after hearing my whistle.

Flowers clasped Rehan's hands, they looked friendly now, as if all the complaints Flowers had made against Rehan he poured into I had just disappeared.

I looked at it all with an awkward feeling. Confused what to respond in what way. It's obvious that I shouldn't be between two lovebirds making out.

The day was getting late, the vehicles passing on the highway near there looked increasingly crowded, a sign the workers were time to go home. The air around the originally warm one slowly became cold.

Flowers say goodbye to me." Thanks for today, I went home with Rehan aja, yan, ntar anterin his bike to my house."

I'm smiling

"Together."

Flowers gave me a cup of ice cream that he had held in his left hand.

Then Flowers and Rehan join hands, then move away from me .

In that place now I stand holding two cups of ice cream that began to melt, one belongs to the Flower that has been given to him, the other is his own.

Before the Flower completely moved away from sight, I called out. "Flower!"

"What?" Flowers said after stopping and looking.

"Gue can enter what we did today into my writing? " Task me.

"Lo still trying to write that?"

"Yes, that's my dream. So writer."

"By, write it down. Good one, it says!" Bunga then continued walking while holding his girlfriend.

"OK on."

I walked to the place where the motorbike belonged to the erparkir flower. The sun began to slowly fall. The twilight light slowly turned dark.

I try to enjoy the ice cream that has melted while walking. The ice cream began to taste bland, but at the beginning it was very sweet.