Mission to Save the Heart
PROLOGUES
when someone asks what first love means. Then I will answer proudly that first love is Zeev, chairman of OSIS and my first love since the beginning of the first grade of High School. No matter if he remembers it or not. However, the kaleidoscope when we first meet still rotates clearly in the hippocampus. At that time I was very careless because I forgot to put drinks in the bag that I should have collected on the first day of school orientation.
Undoubtedly, Zeev who endowed such a dense sensitivity beyond anyone, spontaneously gave me a bottle of mineral water for me to gather. He allowed himself to be punished by the sisters who were pretentious. At that time, we did not know each other. However, Zeev's kindness was never indiscriminate so he preferred to sacrifice himself to be scolded and sunburned for the good of others, including me.
Sounds pretty cliche. However, falling in love often comes in the simplest way. I don't think it's an exaggeration to call it a miracle of love. Yes, because love is truly magical with all abilities beyond reason. That was how I looked so I finally decided to become a secret fan of Zeev. And who knows that the souls of my secret fans survive until we both sit on my third-grade ban.
“Kok, berent?” astonished Viona, frowned while looking at me silently sculpting. It seems that Viona is still not tired of hearing my love story that I have repeatedly revealed only to her.
“My return has not been taken!” I cried, thinking back about the ten thousand dollars I forgot to take at the doger iceman who was selling in front of the school gate. The intention is that the money will be used to pay cash this week.
“Why not from earlier?” grunting the horse-bound girl, perhaps infuriated by my carelessness. “My males if you come back to the front. Far!” Viona had already given a rejection even when I had not had time to ask for it.
“Yaudah, you wait here, deh! I'll take my money first!” I reply before finally rushing to the cafeteria, reluctant to leave Viona to class alone.
“Running!” he screeched, giving both my shoes a race as quickly as possible across the hall and out into the courtyard.
Viona is my best friend and the only one I have. It's not that I don't have many friends, because I'm good friends with everyone. It's just that Viona has a slightly more special place than the others. It was the only place where I could pit my luck, both as a teenager with a mediocre allowance, a teenager with a myriad of unlimited tasks, he said, or teenagers with all interests but always find difficulty in achieving goals. In other words, Viona was always ready to be my trash can to throw away all my grievances, including about all my pent-up feelings towards Zeev.
*BRUK*!
There was a sound of a very loud falling object in front of me, almost hitting my head if only this body advanced three more steps. However, actually this is not a good news, considering that at this time I have just witnessed how someone chose to exhale last by freefall from the top of MY DI-HA-DA-PAN building. Things are getting worse because nothing else and no, that person is my first love – Zeev Mahendra. Zeev, who had now stretched stiffly with a fresh red liquid that kept flowing from his head.
*zeev*!
There's nothing I can do but hang out and land in the same courtyard as Zeev. I could only droop weakly when I saw Zeev who brought my smile down for good. The pain that comes at once directly attacks the cavities of the soul and body, making me fixated and defeated so badly that no sound can come out of the intricacies of the vocal cords.
*Why do you have to go the cruelest way, Zeev*?