Paper Plane For Kyeri
Prologues

Introduce my name Nadta Garwita Langsih, I want to tell my stories when I was with him. With her? Wh who? He's the one I call Kyeri.

I will tell my story from the beginning of meeting him until we ... Ah I don't want to continue.

Right now I'm sitting in the old tree house that my father built when I was a kid. While staring at the nastabala filled with moonlight and stars.

It's been, it's been, it's been enough. I'll tell you the story now...

...~▪︎~...

March 2007

I was on the porch with my dad, we were justifying the wooden sofa that came out of the upholstery. My mother was cooking lunch for the three of us.

"Nat, please get me a hammer in that brown box!"

"Okay my father is ready," I replied excitedly.

Kreeks...

I opened the box but, there are many different forms of hammers. I decided to ask him again, "What kind of man is this?"

"The yellow one is black" replied the father from the outside.

"Oh this one," I muttered as I took the hammer.

I brought the hammer to Dad immediately. We both confirmed this sofa for almost 2 hours more.

Huh... (my father wiped the sweat that flowed on his forehead, as well as with me).

"Is it done, huh?" my mother approached us both.

"Yes dong bu, thanks to the help of our tiny and strong Nata this is all in order," said the father as he ruffled my hair.

I can only smile sweetly and Mom also smiles when she sees me grinning my teeth.

"Yuk clean up first, we eat together. I'm done cooking, so we're eating now."

"Yes mother," I cried with excitement.

Even in the afternoon, I was cleaning my room because I had not had time to clean it. Although not too messy but I have to clean the mattress.

Bruum...

The sound of a car suddenly passed in front of our house, and stopped next to my house. I peeked out from behind the window and observed who had just come.

'So you moved?' my question is in my heart.

Not long after that one family got off the black jeep. One adult woman, one toddler girl, one adult man and one little boy are the same age as me.

"Oh new guy," I muttered then tidied the room back up.

As I was leaving the room, my father and mother were preparing something to welcome the new neighbor. Because in my village there is a tradition if there are residents who have just moved.

Whatisit? tradition such as giving food or parcels to interweave silahturahmi between neighbors.

My parents forced me to go there a little, but I did not want to and still my parents forced me.

"Dear baby come with father and mother go to the house next door to give a visitation," invited mother.

"No, I don't want you."

"Look baby, this is the new neighbor next door to our house again," asked the father.

"No dad, mom. I don't want to come, I want to go play to the fairground."

"But Nata.." I haven't had time to finish the conversation, I went running to the field near my house.

A pair of eyes noticed me and he began to follow me. Without worry I went straight up to this tree house, even though I was tall I was not afraid at all.

I sat on my back and looked at the beautiful view of the village where I lived.

Dersik agin was so cold, sweeping the strands of hair on my shoulder. While being engrossed in enjoying the scenery, the sound of screaming from under this tree house was heard.

"HAY! LONER WOMAN," cried the boy under this tree house.

I don't care and I pretend I don't know. Not long after, the boy climbed up and sat right next to me.

"Hay, what's your name? I'm Matteo Kyeri Bram," said the boy.

But I again ignored him, I even prefer to look straight at the view of the village that is so cool in the eyes.

"Hay! you are mute, right? I called you, but you just kept quiet!" ledek the boy.

"Where am I mute! I'm just upset you went up to this tree house of mine without my permission" I explained.

"Huh.so you're angry yeah, I'm sorry if I went up here without your permission."

"So what's your name?" ask the boy again.

"I am Nadta Garwita Langsih," I replied in a nonchalant manner.

"Your name is good, but it's even better my name is hehehe."

"Oh you, go if you just bother me!"

"No, I won't bother you. I was following you here, because I knew we lived next door so I followed you." explains Kyeri.

"Why are you following me?" I just got annoyed.

"Let's go, maybe I want us to be friends."

"No, I don't want to," I firmly refused.

"But I want to, so we'll be good friends today and so on."

Even though I refused, Kyeri still insisted on being my friend, so inevitably Kyeri and I were good friends at that time.

The next day, the,

I'm going to school with my mom and dad, because today is my first day in Elementary School (SD). Riding a black astrea motorbike, my parents and I left early in the morning for school.

In the street I sing while putting my hands here and there. My mom and dad sang together.

Arriving at school, I saw Kyeri in the hallway of the teacher room with her family. I didn't care about it and I went straight into my class.

"Dear words, do you want to be with me or not?" ask the Mother.

"No ma'am, I dare to be here alone, no. Here are many friends and there is also a beautiful teacher," my speech was reassuring.

"Well then I'll take you home and then I'll go to work, you don't cry" said the father.

I just nodded my head while smiling sweetly. I sat on the front bench near the right window.

Although I was still sitting alone but I was very confident, a radiant face was very visible on my face.

Just now I took out a book wrapped in a teddy tedy, a familiar voice greeted me.

"Well this is Nadta mah, pah."

'Huh.must be Kyeri deh who called me, ' I murmured in my heart.

"Well, do you know him?" asked the middle-aged woman who was so beautiful beside him.

"Yes Mah, this is Nadta my friend. His house is also next to ours" Kyeri explained.

I just smiled sweetly and then took Kyeri's parents' hands to shake hands, "wah it turns out you are really beautiful, yes" said Mamah Kyeri poking at my cheeks so thick (chuby ).

"The seat next to you is empty or not?" ask papah Kyeri.

"Snack, I don't have a friend sitting here yet."

"Thank God, Matteo can sit here" asked the mother Kyeri.

"Well, I can" I said, even if I had to.

Next, Kyeri and I always sat together. We were finally able to be good friends too.

Seriate....

..."The most comfortable place is where you feel safe and the atmosphere is very peaceful."...

...-ant...