It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 43: First Meeting (Part 3)

Moreover, I just skipped from school, like I will not have hope for a bright future.

Ask the question, "Why did you graduate?" Make me realize, life must have a purpose.

"Although you already have a goal and know how to realize it, it's not enough, liv. I'm not sure I can be a writer." I said.

"As long as you have a strong determination, no matter how hard the wall you have to pass, you can definitely ancurin really." Olivia smiled sweetly.

"The determination that keeps us moving forward. Even in the midst of difficulties, sadness and distress, as long as you still have the determination to achieve what you want, you can definitely." Further

On the way, I couldn't stop looking at Olivia. Like an angel slowly descending from the sky, I was amazed.

In my eyes, he seemed to have a beautiful pair of wings, descending slowly from the sky with a bias of white light shining accompanied by the singing of the series opening film Mr. Beans.

I watch the watch, the time is 14:30, half three in the afternoon.

We have muttered everywhere nyariin Sofi and have not produced results. Starting from nyari in the field, the playground, to Sofi's school, to one of Sofi's house but did not find a bright spot.

Olivia also asked me to eat meatballs on the side of the road. I am tired, even though the plan abis from the bookstore was going to go straight home and mager-mageran at home.

Because of helping Olivia, I had a long day.

Because it had been a long time ago but there was no result, Olivia also decided to call the house.

After calling, Olivia said. "Yan, it turns out that Sofi was already home." He was flirting towards me. "If only I had followed your advice and called the house earlier, maybe we do not need to go out until late afternoon. Bego' I'm a hell of a lot." Said.

"WHAT!?" I'm shocked. "Lo crazy huh?" I don't believe it a bit.

"My house is not too far from the bookstore, maybe Sofi went home alone. Sorry yes, ngerepotin. I don't know, yan." Olivia masang face melas.

"Jude, I'm home, so tired." Without further ado, I immediately said, leaving Olivia that way.

I honestly felt a little emotional. How not to sprain, my golden time to lazing ria kebuang free it. He thought walking the muters half the city was not tired of anything.

Once the angkot stops, I go straight up, not caring too much about Olivia. All the way home, the feeling of sprain was still in my heart.

Malem the day, about eleven, in the room calm, I daydream while staring at the ceiling of the room that looks worn. Understandably, from my small until adolescence, my grandmother's house is rarely renovated.

That night, I can not sleep, every time trying to sleep so that tomorrow is not late skipping school, I feel restless. Olivia's sweet smile suddenly popped into my head every time I closed my eyes. Bizarrely.

On the mattress I can not calm down, sometimes I sleep tilted ngadep to the left, tilted ngadep to the right, rolling like a big Alaskan worm. Sometimes kayang and candle attitude.

My mind is restless thinking Olivia, but I don't know why it feels so good every time I smile at her. I really do feel weird.

Rise from sleep, I sit leaning against the same wall bed. Then turn on the classic music from HP, the title, the song Air Supply. Because the song is soft and melodious, my brain so relaxed so triggered to create an imagination that looks quite real, like an illusion in the Naruto comics.

The delusion that pops into my brain is entirely about Olivia.

I was imagining being a superhero who had to fight desperately in order to save Olivia from an evil monster.

Sometimes I also imagined being a popular basketball player in school and managed to attract the attention of girls, especially Olivia. I also imagined as if I could be the same Olivia in the future.

The more malem, the more restless I become. I don't know why I suddenly think about the moments I spent with Olivia.

His bright chatter, laughing together while drinking iced oranges, walking under shady trees, chatting about the future, everything is so fun to remember.

Yes, although I ended up a little disappointed because of his stupidity, but I began to be able to put that aside. I couldn't stop thinking about Olivia, hoping to see her that night for a second.

I miss him.

Suddenly the HP shook, making the strains of his song stop for a few seconds. I was swept away thinking that Olivia was dragged into the real world again. When I looked, it turned out that it was an SMS from an unknown number, just a number, there was no name.

Fill in the message "Heh?" doangs. Then I bales the message with "?" aja. I don't like people I don't know, so I don't want to know more about unknown users.

Not long after, he called. I wait patiently until the ringtone on my HP stops, really do not want to lift because I do not know who he is.

After HP stopped ringing, a few moments later he sent WA again, the contents "HIFT'!!" and he called again. With one breath I picked up the phone.

"Hello... Who yeah?" I asked someone on the phone.

He returned with a high voice.  "I'm Olivia, yan!!" The answer.

Olivia's? As my heart beat faster than usual, my lips immediately smiled. My heart felt comfortable, not agitated.

"Emang since when do we enter the number anyway?" I'm a little confused.

As much as I did when we were together, we never had a phone number at all.

"Yes my. Isn't it fitting senior MOS event tell us to nyimpen the number of each member huh?" Olivia across from there sighed. "You didn't save my number, did you?"

"No." I answered briefly.

"It's cold to be a person." He's a little cranky.

I used to rarely reply to each other via WA like other teenagers. The ales are simple, because I don't have a lot of friends. In HP there are only about 7 friend numbers that I have specified. I used to feel really bad about other people, I just feel comfortable with the old friends.

If no longer say anything, I used to listen to music more often while reading a novel or writing a diary rather than playing HP.

"Yan, I'm sorry about this afternoon. You're not angry, are you?" Olivia.

"Not angry. No need to apologize, you do not know if adek lo was already at home. Just relax." Reply me.

"Can I be honest, Yan?"

"What about?" I swallowed spit.

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