It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 60: Meeting old friends

Sometimes in class I can't take the same lessons. As Broccoli High School's birthday draws near, I think about what extracurricular groups should write to sell at the event. Besides that, until now we have not received a sales booth ration.

He said, Nat and Evi have tried to take it to the OSIS section related to that. Oh, yes, Evi was already 12th grade, and he was also busy with UN training how many weeks ago, pantes all this time Jodi same Nat call him brother, brother, it was class 12.

This semester is arguably the most prestigious time for me, there are even moments where my beliefs falter and intend to stop pursuing dreams with Adit to become a comic, for fear of disturbing school. Lessons are also getting harder, especially English and Math. In addition to not understanding the material, the lecturer nyampein nyampein material using English makes me feel like there are in other countries.

Malem afternoon can not sleep because thinking of the material that does not go into the brain, I am confused, especially maple writing and vocabularyy. Mapel writing his teacher is very relaxed, but firm in judgment, very perfectionist, even I give a nickname to him Mr. Perfect guy's. Very attention to the same point, comma, space and form of writing. My value can not be good because my writing is like a proclamation text. 

  As for the vocabulary the teacher spoke using a fairly medok british accent, difficult to talk. Every vocabulary material I feel is at Hogwarts, the British accent Harry Potter. 

                I so often skipped school lately, Adit was also surprised, it's not because I was lazy or the same teacher's sprain, Adit also, but there are other things that make me skip and happen most often on Tuesday, where the English writing maple schedule takes place.

                From the era of Junior High I have also often truant anyway, whether that era is still in the city of Tomatoes or pas has moved, I am often truant. (But yes not very bad) and the habit of truancy was laughing until college. The material does not understand at all, plus I often truant, at that time I was thinking that I would not pass the makulnya Mr. Perfect guy's. 

                My excitement peaked after the Middle Semester Exam (UTS) ended, I never want to open my student account, afraid, afraid, especially in the WA group of classes again the rame-rames talk about the values they have. Makul writing mostly on the value of A, I am not sure will get a similar value and it turns out, I dapet 60. 

                At that time I was still actively writing on Watpad and again active. Because of my poor grades, every time I become a male write in the watpad, I only spend time sleeping, sleeping like a cat is waiting for death. 

                Every time there's a reason, I just answer with a heavy breath, if that's not it's just a buzz, anyway, exactly a fever cat who was left his affair fit again unfortunately. Nulis no lust, comic script installment I repeated from the beginning, my heart is weak.

Diundung poolu, I decided to go home to Tomato City, the intention is the same meeting***, yes, because at that time he also had a college holiday anyway and ngajak meet that, yes, so I just go home, who knows the turmoil after him. (It usually is)

So until in Tomato City I just go to a flexible (Sort of mall that) want to dance comics or novels, muasin hobby.

The shadow of my bad value is always dear in the head as I walk down the mall. I went straight to the book sale. The people I saw there were slowmotion, they were slow moving, as if describing my life spirit that was starting to decline.

Busy looking at books, suddenly a girl called me. “Riyan yes?!” While clapping his shoulders. Because it feels foreign to her face, or maybe my memory starts to blur, I just diem. 

                “Kok cuek?” He's clapping his shoulders again. 

                “Who is it?” I'm confused. 

                “Ayu (Pseudonym) temen SMP lo” She tries to convince with a smile. 

                I invited him to salaman, he greeted me kindly.

“Sorry, I amnesia” My word, kidding. But strangely, he took it seriously. 

                “Haaa??!! Seriously? Since when?” Ayu shock's. 

                “Iya, it's been a long time, so bad I often go wrong in the bathroom, kirain guys, uh fitting I open the dalemnya girls all.” 

                “ITU IS NOT AMNESIA SIH YAN, BUT LO EMANG MESUM” he has started to understand that I was just kidding. 

                We chat with a rather slow volume of sound, because at that time the place of sale of books was quite rame. We talk to recover memories of the past. At that moment, time seemed to rotate in the opposite direction. We also ask for WA numbers, because he's the same girlfriend again and again in a hurry. 

                Malemnya, we chat in WA. 

                   I'm : Good. 

                   Ayu : How many children do you have? 

                   His face is not yet clear. Not old enough.

                   Ayu : Oh yes, you have broken up with Olivia. 

                Conversations lead to a deal somewhere. I want it anyway ngajak other friends, but because of the era of Junior High School in Tomato City I almost do not have tea, so yes no one I have, so yes no one, I didn't know many students in class at the time, very sad. Finally he who ngajak other temen, he said he was willing. 

                The next day before hanging out with Ayu, I met *** he wore a simple black suit, just like the first time we met. Pee Wee Gaskins wrote On a Day Just Like This. Keliatan gracefully just squirming him at that time.

“I feel as long as you are there, you smile more often and look cheerful. Not kayak first.” Si**** said that. 

                “It's not even good huh? Maybe because from the beginning I had the intention to change.” I answered. 

                “Iya anyway.” She smiles. “But I feel like I lost you. I feel like you're turning into someone else. I prefer the old you, more dark and pendiem. Because yes... I know you are that.” Further. 

                After the meeting with **** was over, I went straight to the place where Ayu and I had agreed, at a coffee shop. Arriving there, Ayu waved cheerfully. At first I was a little confused who it was, I was forgetful. For a while I forgot the guy I just met, it was weird, but I was like that. Walking with doubtful footsteps, I approached and sat down next to Ayu.

Instantly, a shadow of my ugly writing value flashed across my head. I'm afraid that I will be paliing bego’ between two classes A and B. Feel aja if the next class is on the master of English and in my class is also very good except me. 

                “Heh kok bengong, yan?” Ayu nepok my shoulder. 

                I was swept away in a daydream dragged back to the real world. “Sorry.” 

                “Thinking former lo ya?” Ayu nyoba becada's. 

                I was just grimace. 

                “Eh, lo lecture where yan?” He switched the conversation. 

                “In SMA Broccoli kind of Private School gou.” I answered. 

                “Wah.. lo so later college dong, because not SMK, good deh if you choose a path that is real.” 

                I'm confused. Then he continued “Gue also feels you are now more open, chatan same lo so much fun, not kayak first, very passive.” 

                “So according to you I'm better like gini?”  I'm nanya. 

                He's nodding. “I think that's it yan, more cool. It is better to be yourself, but everyone has the right to change. As long as it's good, why not?” Ayu carved out the sweetest smile and I began to think about many things, which I could not call one by one. 

                If you continue to be a cool and more open person, I am not worried about losing money anyway yan.” Ayu.