To The Man Who Broke My Heart
13. The Beginning of See Harris

Once, a long time ago, Harris asked me why I was with him.

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“Kay, why do you love me?”

I still remember. At that time Harris and I were enjoying the afternoon breeze on the beach, after I accompanied him to fix the bike in a subscription workshop. Harris is a motorcycle enthusiast because he used to be one of the road race drivers that counts in his city. Unfortunately, while preparing for the national championship, he had an accident that almost claimed his life. His right ankle was broken which also left some ligaments around the trauma area damaged, his head torn, other injuries everywhere. It took Harris a year and a half to recover his physical condition. However, the dream he had was small to become one of the extinct professional racers. At that time he said that he had lost his spirit.

I looked at my man with an astonished look. This time he asked something like that. We have been together for almost a year. In addition, it has never been thought by me why, in the end, fate allowed us to be together as we are today. “Why are you so, anyway? If you love the same person there must be a reason, yes?”

Harris chuckles. The dimple he only had on the left cheek also appeared. I had my hair ruffled at the top of my head. “You if asked never immediately give an answer, yes. Alwaysuu use the nanya back event first.” The guy in Kalakian sipped orange ice located on the table. “There's nothing, honey, I just want to know. Come to think of it, maybe I'm not your dream guy. Yeah, right?” He teased me by mixing the wobble of eyebrows and the big smile of— which is again present and I have never been able to deny the charm.

In retrospect, that's exactly what Harris thought. The world we both could be said to be almost entirely different, not intersecting. I was an ordinary college student who happened to like organizing, not getting along too much. Typical closed. This is evident by the number of friends I have. Other than the people who knew me through the organization, I only had five close friends during college. That was also initially because we were one class, which continued to be a boarding friend.

While Harris, after completing her treatment and therapy, began trying to build another dream to decorate her life again. This time he decided to become an accountant. He therefore majored in Accounting at the Faculty of Economics at the same university as me. With handsome stature—he height of one hundred and eighty centimeters, clean and neat white skin, motorized hobbies that he had, as well as his flexibility in making friends, and his, a girl like me would probably be at the end of the queue to get the heart of a young man like her. That's also if I want to bother waiting in line, yes.

On second thought I don't think I'm going to follow that line willingly.

One day, while our class was having an event, one of my friends, Mina, hitched a ride in my car to return to campus. He told her that her cousin's brother would pick her up there and drive her back to the boarding house. Although it has been forced and convinced that taking him directly to the boarding house was not a troublesome thing, but Mina still refused. Yeah, thats. So I waited with Mina until her intended cousin brother came to pick her up.

After almost forty minutes, there Harris was with all his glory. City car painted in monochrome black, the phone covers next to the ear. After seeing us—or Mina, he put the phone in his pocket and walked over. Mina then introduced us. Since then, Mina has been playing with the five of us and always came home picked up by Harris.

At first there was really nothing between me and Harris until Mina said that Harris wanted to see me. I did not heed his words by shaking my hands while muttering indistinctly. I really don't remember what I said to her at the time. What I remember is what I felt at that time. There aren't. I don't feel any special feelings at all.

Some time later we were attending a faculty event. I as the class leader inevitably act as a volunteer to fulfill the basketball team members of our department. I am not an athletic person, the form of sport I do is just walk to and fro. However, since the team members are less than one person, be me a basketball athlete for today.

Sweat came out from the team, but it paid off because we made it to the final. Although still a first-rate student, we managed to beat the defending champion of the Faculty for three periods. It means we beat the end-level team members. Waw!

“Aduh, Class Chair, a great basketball player," said Wide with a spring. My other best friend also started fighting over congratulations.

I just put my shoulders down. In my heart I felt great pleasure. Really I still did not expect that I would play quite well earlier, considering I had never participated in any sports match before.

"His spirit must immediately fit know again seen, yes?”

Mina's words and laughter caught my attention. Concerned? "meaning?" I asked after I finished chugging the mineral water in my hand.

“Noh.” Mina's lips were deliberately turned to a point in the audience not far from us. I immediately looked in the same direction. And .. there he is. Harris was sitting conspicuously in the middle of the girls and guys who were frenzied because of the match.

My eyes were glued for a moment, the eye spot met with Harris's gaze. He then smiled while waving once.

And. I'm. Pun. Baffled. “Kok Harris can be here, anyway, Na?” I returned my focus to Mina. Little girl—and it's not about age, it's looking at me with a look made innocent.

I know she is anything but in this case.

“Then you said Harris could come here to see you. Now he says he wants to send you home from match.”

Engg, say what? “When did I say that to you?” I asked half a whisper.

Whether intentionally or not, he did not answer my question and instead smiled behind my back. Sensing a slightly unfamiliar air, I immediately turned around and almost fell down in shock. Harris was already there. Since when? Did he hear what I said just now?

To be continued ....