To The Man Who Broke My Heart
14. Pink Eyed Silver Ring

“OK if that's it. You two go on, yeah. I went home with Anggi, because Bang Harris now also studied here we rarely go together. Bye, bye, lovebirds! See you when I see you.” Mina stepped lightly towards her boyfriend whom I saw already waiting at the exit.

While me? I could only smile stiffly as I turned to face Harris who was still smiling knots. Oho! Oho! Dangerous! His smile began to poison my head.

With the corner of my eyes, I could see the questioning gazes of Mimi, Anggre, Wide, and Lulu. Ow hell! What am I supposed to say? I just didn't know something like this would happen.

"Yes, already. Then we pull it out, too, yeah, Kay. I want another class." Mimi says.

I quietly exhaled, relieved that they, represented by Mimi, were willing to let go of this matter for now. Maybe because they can also see my ignorance of what happened. I turned towards and stopped the movement of Mimi who wanted to hug me. "Eits, I'm a warning again. The hugging was postponed first, okay?" gurauku.

Wide rolled his eyeballs and raised a palm for me to pat. "Whateverb. We don't want to sweat it too, Kay."

"Damn." Be us then high-five ria.

"Okay. Let's go first. Bye, Kay. Excuse me, Bang Harris."

The greeting from Lulu made me realize that Harris was still there. And I'm being too "wet" by sweat. Oh, no. No, no, no, no!

However, dang it. There's nothing I can do about sweat and body odor right now. I really prayed to God that my smell would not be as bad as I imagined. Please, God, please. I don't want to pray badly to You, let alone pray for ugliness for othersI can't possibly ask Harris to lose his kissing function, right?. If I may ask, please remove my body odor. Or just get me out of here now.

But I have to face reality first. Reality in the form of a handsome man who is full who now stands in front. “Hai.” I greeted Harris stiffly. Why did he choose to meet with me now, anyway? I'm in the worst condition a woman can experience; sweating, disheveled hair, red face, and I'm sure I don't.

But, wait, wait, wait. Since when do I care how I look in front of Harris, or another guy for that matter?

“Hai." He said hello. "You were playing so good. I didn't know you were good at basketball.” Harris smiled back at me.

Ah that smile again. I'm really in danger. “Ih, where is. I am used to it. The good Poppy, he's a provincial basketball athlete.” I answered at will. “Eh, wait, yes. I'm cleaning up first. Let's get out of here as soon as we can."

....

However, when we think about it more deeply, something must have happened for a reason. The reason that Harris finally decided to meet me. The reason that eventually led us to exchange mobile numbers. The reason that in the end makes us often exchange news and establish more intense communication. The reason that then made Harris decide to express his feelings for me. Reasons that make me accept his feelings.

Small reasons may be very cliche at the beginning, but over time it starts to turn into something bigger, stronger, and more complex.

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In his book, Ibn Hazm El Andalusy also shares opinions about loyalty and betrayal. He said, people who love tend to be more loyal, while loved ones who do more betrayal. Indeed, when a loved one does not love the one who loves him at the same time, often a betrayal occurs and is inevitable.

Maybe that's the answer; Harris and I don't need each other anymore. Because indeed, then I found out, that Harris was starting to need another person in his life. I just wasn't enough. Harris doesn't just need me anymore.

Or, maybe, I blame Harris too much when I'm actually wrong. My fault was expecting it too much, putting a hwrap on a human child. My fault loved her so unanimously that Harris clasped most of my soul. My fault for believing too much that eyes will be returned, full attention for Harris will be reciprocated attention also from Harris who will not turn away from me.

Uh. Maybe it's true, it's all my fault.

Harris, I'm sorry.

....

“What are you doing again?”

The sound surprised me. Harris just got back from the toilet. We were at a convenience store enjoying dinner. College always drains energy and mind. “No. Again dumbfounded," I replied origin with a smile and returned his gaze.

“Do not often bengong by yourself, ah. You are considered still single again when people are concerned.” Harris chuckled and began to sip his remaining cold squeezed orange.

“Ha-ha-ha. It's funny this father,” taunted me, returning his joke by pretending to be unenthusiastic.

Harris took a tissue and cleaned his hand. He then grabbed the bag lying on the table beside him. “Happy one year, yes, dear. Thank you, yes, you have been sincerely with me for the past year. I must be really hard, right?” He moved a small box towards me.

Oh, my dear life. I who just put the last piece of chicken burger into my mouth started choking. I quickly grabbed a glass containing diet coke to help the piece of food slide smoothly in the esophagus. “A-ap-what is this, Ris?” I looked at him with wide-open eyes.

My man returned with his intoxicating smile. “Gift for you as a sign of expressing my gratitude for your existence. I just want you to know what you mean to me. Open aja.”

I looked at Harris right in the eye. I was looking for something there, I didn't know what it was like, but all I found was earnestness. Seeing the confidence that was there, I soared, like a bubble. Light-weight. Floating into the air.

I felt my body begin to tremble, but it was definitely not an unpleasant vibration. On the contrary, what I find really pleasing e. Time and time again my gaze shifted from Harris and the box. What am I supposed to do? This is not the first time Harris has given me a gift, he is a man who likes to give things as a sign of his love, but somehow he always managed to make me like a child who was excited half-dead had been bought a lollipop by anyone.

Looking at me, Harris again smiled as he grabbed the box.

Ah, that smile.

Ah, that box.

"I helped open it, yeah."

Not to mention that I had a chance to nod, the small box closed now gaping. There was a small silver-shaped pink-eye circular object. I keep flinching.

Oh, my goodness.

To be continued ....