THE SOUND OF LOVE
Let's Start the Story

...In Life I only know Two things; Survive or Fight...

...Both are at risk...

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Small lights hanging in the ceiling, make the impression of warm this place. Plus the musical accompaniment, which is performed by people, bands or volunteers to show the ability of one of their hobbies, makes its own euphoria for the visitors.

"So what do you want to say? Stumped again with your boyfriend?" I asked while poking the fries in the sauce.

Aldira pursed his lips and leaned towards me "Lo is really a S A H A B A T yes" he said. I just laughed at him too.

Puehva ..

A cold object made of metal just touched my forehead "S A K I T !!" I said as I glared at him with the movement of one hand rubbing my forehead. Aldira was satisfied.

"My mom is very sick, huh?" I don't know when his face changed.

I also showed my smile "Gue is fine Medusa. Fortunately, my head was steel" Aldira could not help but laugh again. I also just showed my flat expression.

Seeing my expression Aldira stopped her laughter "Fine i'm seriously now" I just nodded my head.

"Gue deliberately left campus just make a list so Abdi Negara, but its over ! I failed the test" he said, sobbing.

I deftly thrust a box of tissue on the table at him. I also feel his sadness.

"Gue also came out of the old campus of Dir and this happens to be the same for us. The difference is the reason I came out, one of which is my Dad is sick Dir and I also have no passion anymore there" Aldira also began to calm down and then looked at me.

"I'm sorry Lis. It turns out that I'm not here who has a problem" Aldira again sobbed but not as hard as a few minutes ago.

I also patted his shoulder "Its ok Dir. Sometimes some things you can't control. You just need to let go and let the universe work. Trust me, everything's gonna be okay"

Then the chat continued. At times Aldira wiped away his dried-up tears.

"Gue wants to go to college again but different majors are the same as before. I really want to take physiotherapy. How is Lis?"

I stirred up my drink, made a little vortex inside

"Gue too. I want to take BK or Psychologist, I'm sure why the test time, I don't take the first choice" my lips pursed regretting my decision some time ago.

"Where if we go to college together, we look for a college that has a major in Physiotherapy as well as Psychologist Lis" my eyes blinked too quickly as Aldira said.

Yeah, I have to admit that besides being beautiful and a little sane, she also has an amazing idea. A little exaggerated maybe I described it. But its Her.

"Okay, may be your idea. Yaudah yuk yuk yuk yuk nulis, doain ya one day my book is in the bookstore" I said as I glanced at the watch on my wrist and sip my drink until the last drop.

Aldira revealed that her smile almost touched her lower eye line

"Cieeilaaaah I have a temen a 'Writer' I must doain lo Dir let me always buy a free book lo" see ! Beautiful, clever but a little less sane.

I ignored him and walked towards the door. Damn, my jacket got stuck in a nail on the table. Upset that it was hard to remove, I decided to pull it.

Sreeq .. Bruukks

"Fuck table ! My nutmeg. I'm sick" someone held my shoulder with his big, strong hand don't forget his protruding muscles.

"Aren't you papa?" tanyanya while helping me stand up. I had not yet noticed his face and answered him Aldira ran a little towards me.

"That's my quality" I also turned the eyeball up.

Deheman somebody broke Aldira's babble. I also looked back to face the man

"Sorry, uh, say-"

"I was young and when did I marry your aunt?" I gulped nervously as a result of his intimidating voice.

Still not daring to look at him "Eh yes m-mas sorryin me for not being careful" giggling Aldira makes the atmosphere around become Akward.

I hurried to the exit as well. Caring for the devil with that om-om, Aldira really sucks.

*****

After Dira came from my house I returned to my routine, which is to spend time in the room. I lay down on my queen size bed. Tired, that's how I feel.

For a moment I was closed and then stripped the corners of my minimalist and simple room with a blend of pastel colors. Giving the impression of simple but elegant, signifying that the owner is like that, simple but elegant.

Photos hanging beautifully, on a cable rope from small lights, like a firefly on a wall with pastel cream, also decorate this room. My gaze stopped on a frame that displayed our photo during school.

We used to be ten. Me, Aldira and the other eight girls, we were very familiar and close. We spend a lot of time together, so our compotes are often viewed negatively by our teachers.

They often accuse us of making 'Geng' because our members are arguably ideal enough to form a girl group or even an idol group. See ! They only saw what they heard, from rumors of obscure news.

We don't recruit or declare anything when we're seen together. We are also not like they are talking about, the negative side of the 'gang' that is famous for being Barbarian, likes to bully and get on the black list of schools. And sorry it wasn't us.

Not only women even we were very familiar with the male friends in our class. No matter how quiet our class, when we were together, the tense and quiet atmosphere in the classroom would be broken by our behavior. There is a ridiculousness that we do.

For us, this High School period will not be repeated, so as much as possible we create unforgettable memories.

In fact, even our teachers at one school are very familiar with us. Our ridiculous and always able behaviour melts the atmosphere, erasing the distance between us and Them, our teacher. That's where fate brought me and Agas together.

Speaking of Agas I haven't been preaching all day. Then I took the initiative to send a message to someone across the street.

Sent to Agas ♡

From Calista: Where are you?

Before long my phone rang, indicating a message coming in.

Sent to Calista 😘

From Agas: I'm still in the camp, which I will tell you about. Love you 😘

I refuse to pay it back again. Quite understand, maybe he was busy and I knew enough not to force him to return my message.

I walked over to the wooden box at the corner of my study table, then went back to my bed and put the wooden box on the bed. Dusty, one word to describe it, because it was so long ago. The wooden box is nothing but a silent witness to the story about me and Agas.

I started to open this wooden box and instantly the memories of us began to greet us. Old things and a letter with a red angry bird in it. Being intrigued by the letter that had faded in color and shabby became the thing I wanted to read.

Yes, the Love letter from Agas that instantly made my cheeks blushed by the words that were stuck there. One by one my memories with Agas appear uninvited, drawing me to the past, where our story begins. Like a movie that plays without my permission.

At that time we were not aware that we were one group during the student orientation period. After the orientation period is over, about three days tomorrow is the announcement of class division.

I walked towards the crowd of students who were officially wearing white-gray uniforms, looking at my roster and class. When I looked at the class list, I did not realize that Agas was standing next to me, I was researching my name from above along with Agas who was now moving to my background due to the insistence of other students.

My fingers and fingers stopped at the same time, with Agas' index finger positioned above my index finger. A second later our fingers froze and suddenly the atmosphere around us was silent.

I who at that time did not know, that it was Agas, only a thousand languages. Then I went on looking for my name and guess what ? We're classmates. Great!!!. That's where our story begins.

Initially ordinary, long we were used to each other's presence. Every day we get more familiar, making a sense of comfort that out of nowhere teases. I felt millions of butterflies flying in my stomach and my heartbeat didn't catch on either, making me restless.

I don't know what and how, it is true that the friendship between men and women will not last long because one of them will give up, then eventually fall in love. And maybe that happened to me.

Agas often poured out his mood and the problem is that my heart beats can not be silent and I like it. Even though he still had someone else back then.

I like his smile, his thick and neat eyebrows, his pointed nose and his full lips. I can go crazy if I get close to him, imagining the impossibilities that occur.

Agas is not the perfect guy with high body, field and white skin as told by any novels or dramas. He is not tall, glasses and his skin is brown, one word for him. Sweet.

Unconsciously my cheeks blushed back imagining her figure. Until one day I had to strengthen my heart to accept the fact that Agas harbored more feelings for my own best friend. Aldira Respati's. I still keep our chat from the beginning we are familiar until now and still neatly stored in my phone inbox.

Cocokrodinoto Gnats: PING!!!

Calista Journalist: Why Gas?

Chat from you alone is enough to make my heart marathon gas continues to explode like pop corn.

Agas Cokrodinoto: Actually I like the same temen lo ta, but I think he is difficult to get

Calista Reporter: Who is Gas? Since when? I know the guy?

Cocokrodinoto Gage : Aldira Respati.

Even lo ga realized Gas that all this time there was a girl who every decket same lo his heart beat not because, just the same lo Gas.

I, who had felt millions of butterflies flying in my stomach, was now pierced by thousands of knives in my heart. Be ill. Indeed there is pain that can not be explained maybe like that it feels.

Do I have to go first let you realize? Do I have to disappear first to be sensitive?

God, I felt like I was crushed instantly like a dandelion and fell to the bottom of the earth. It hurts to be exposed to reality. Agas' insensitivity made me realize that we are only friends.

Well, sometimes the universe likes to play around but you could say that time has passed. Now Agas and I are entering our 6 year relationship and I think we are mature enough for something like that. Remembering the past

Seriate..