Mistakes & Selfishness Behind Happiness
Chapter 9

recounts

I am lazy to learn. My mind is so fucked up again. Learning is also free, most go right out left. No one is fooling around.

I'm just playing with the phone. Exchanging the same message mas Afif, for a moment can forget my sadness. Until I finally fell asleep. With the phone I still have.

Just for a moment, I rest my mind from the tiredness of the problems that befall.

From the room next door I heard something was noisy. Yes, it was the voice of my father and mother, they fought again. And again - again it makes my heart more sliced.

I sat leaning on the bed, as I folded and hugged my knees. I cried, hoping that this pain would be washed away by tears. So as not to feel so torturous.

I woke up in the morning without waking up. I approached the mother who was preparing my breakfast. Mother's swollen eyes adorned her beautiful face. Miris I saw her, but I had to pretend I didn't know, and I performed as usual.

I went to school, and my father went to work. My days just pass by. I often find my mother daydreaming about what to think. Still with his incredible show. In front of me, she smiled with her sweetest smile.

Now you rarely go home, still the same communication mother if I do not know.

At school, I was just acting normal. But it didn't last long. My play is not as perfect as my mother. What I think, often makes me not focus during class hours. I'd rather sit in class alone than hang out in the cafeteria with my best friend. I often don't talk to them anymore. The longer it takes, the more suspicious they become. They realized my change was not what it used to be.

" It doesn't feel like it's going to be a semester exam soon" Okta said.

" Means another holiday dong. Ahhhh pleased her, "sahut Aisyah.

" Heh Markonah!!! the exam is not yet, I am thinking of a vacation. Think about studying first Shah. " Said mbak Yani.

" Do not know the Aisyah, the holiday turn is a lot of spirit. Can't wait to get away from us - do we? " ask Okta.

" I'm bored of school. Cook every day to you guys - you mulu. Wash your eyes once - once. I want to meet ama cogan. Hehehe, " answered Aisha.

I just listened to their chat, but interest joined.

" Yu ? " bak Yani called me. But I didn't hear.

" Gusti Ayu Purnamasari !!" mbak Yani called out to me again with a slightly raised tone.

" Uh!!! yes, there is Princess Yani Wulandari. If you call me slowly dikit napa mbak? " i replied rather surprised.

" Finally, we notice that you are strange like never before" said Okta.

" I think you have the same problem Afif. But I asked Bima, he said you are good - both Afif ," added mbak Yani.

" You also don't focus on learning. Your daily value is down. We are waiting for you to tell stories. But until now, it seems like there is no intention for you to tell a story. Monday morning has started the exam, but you, you don't focus on the lesson. If the gini rich continue, surely your value will plummet. " Said Aisyah.

" we are your friends, give us your problems. He said we're brothers? if you consider us brothers and sisters, then" persuade Okta.

" We are sad, see you are rich gini. " said mbak Yani.

I just lowered my head, I held my tears, so as not to fall in front of them.

Maybe this is when they found out. I couldn't stay long in front of them either. Sooner or later they will know.

" I'm sorry, it's worried you guys. Not that I don't want a story. But I'm ashamed, "

And I told them everything, yes they cried while hugging me.

" Why are you new to the story? why do you have to cover up this kind of problem from us,? " Tanya Mbak Okta's.

" I'm proud of you. Stay strong, be a strong woman. We're always with you. Never cover up any problems again, if you are not able to hold it yourself. " said mbak Yani.

" Our embrace, will be open to you. Our shoulders are ready to be your back. Our ears are ready to hear all your stories. We'll help as much as we can, don't get rich again, okay?" mbak Okta.

" thank you. You guys are there for me. With you listening to my story, hugging me tightly, not leaving me, it has helped me a lot. I need you to share your stories, support me, and remind me. Thanks again. God has been kind to me, given me friends like you. "

I love them so much, having friends as good as them is the most beautiful gift.

The early semester exam I went through was full of struggle. The mind is still a mess, the heart is still hurting, making me not focus on the exam. Though every learning selau in temenin mas Afif by phone. I always ask him if there's anything I don't understand.

It turns out that quarrels and family problems had a big effect on my school grades. Yeah, my school grades dropped. My grades are very bad. I'm not surprised, because I guessed it. A lot of exam questions that I don't understand, maybe because when the subject matter is explained, I don't listen.

I know, maybe he was disappointed, but he still encouraged me, so that my next test score could be corrected. But my father doesn't care at all.

My father rarely came home. To connect life, even the mother works in the next village boutique.

Finally a long holiday arrived. Many go on vacation out of town, some are on vacation to relatives in the Capital City.

I'm just at home. Occasionally meet the same mas Afif in an ordinary place. Today ibuk happens to be a work holiday, and mas Afif same mas Bima want to play at home. I sent a message to Mbak Yani, asking her to come pick them up. Because they don't know my house. So Yani and I decided to pick them up in the next village next door where we used to meet.

" Hey Mas Bima, how are you ?" my greeting.

" Healthy deck, you yourself how are you ?" mas Bima back nanya.

" Eehem, only Bima ni mas called, this is mas Afif loh here, does not look? " Tanya mas Afif with her tone of annoyance.

" When the same mas already every heart of the phone, so no need to be asked again if the Bima mas will be different. We never had a contest."

mbak Yani just smiled, and shook her head looking at us. Mbak Yani immediately approached Bima mas and took him to walk first.

" Daddy?" call me.

" She, (call me again). How the hell was he called?"

" Oh now you see, if your mas is here too?"

" It's so bad" I said.

" That's mas Bima boy loh deck, adek nyapa adek another friendly guy in front of me ?"

I pat my eel, then I pinch Afif's waist.

" Aww, sick dek.Ihh just met already in persecuted."

" Yes Afif is weird. He's a friend of mine, it's not wrong if I fuck. I will be arrogant again. What else is he also deket yani mbak."

" But I'm jealous of the deck, after all he's a guy. I don't like talking to other guys. But what if he likes it like?"

" Oh my God, Ihhhh gemes me, gurgles really. Is that my eyesight or what? she was the same beautiful Yani beautiful beautiful plenary, plump, bohay, white. Where is the time to look at me rich like this?"

" But in my eyes, you're the prettiest deck. Anyway I don't like ya deket - deket same Bima."

Should I be happy or sad? seneng heck in jealously gini, but kok ya do not think - kira. In her eyes, I am as beautiful as anything?

there are you who are handsome mas, I should be worried, surely in school many girls who have a crush on you. If it were me, maybe you're the one who's myopic because you want to be with me.