To The Man Who Broke My Heart
15. Former Simple Actions That Brought Catastrophe

Now it's Harris' turn to look awkward. “Yang, I'm not wrong, right? I want you not to feel burdened by this gift of mine. It's not an engagement ring, I don't want your fiance yet. Uh, I mean, engg ... doesn't mean I'm not serious about you and don't want our relationship to be more serious in the future, yes. But, last week fitting my class there is an observation activity to Agam, you remember I never said goodbye at that time, I saw this ring in one of the craftsmen. It's beautiful, and it makes me remember you. That's why I bought. That's why I'm giving it to you now. The moment is very fitting also the same date of our anniversary.”

My, oh, my. Fly me to the moon, Harris. Not only because he gave me a beautiful ring, but also because he remembered our date. Cannot be anymore perfect than this, right?

I raised my left hand and pointed it at Harris. Instantly the nervousness he felt disappeared from his face and voice. At Kalakian he put that pretty ring on my ring finger. I stared at the thing that was now wrapped around my finger. I fell in love once again with the man sitting across the table. “Ris, this is indeed not an engagement ring. Don’t worry, I have not thought that far either. I don't mean to be serious about you either, as long as you know I've never felt this serious about anyone, but what we’re doing is enough for me. I am there for you and you are there for me. We are what we are, without pressure, no demands are too excessive. Harris, this is perfect. You're perfect. Thank you for this year, yes, it means so much to me. I love you.”

I know I'm not someone who is good at expressing feelings directly. I am not someone who adores words. What's the point of that sentence without any real action, right? More often there are eye gazes, mere attention, small touches even just a sincere smile that comes from within the soul more I like and I consider as a representation of the feeling of love. As people often say; what comes from the heart gets to the heart. What my heart feels, I hope Harris's heart feels it too.

“I love you too, Darling.”

A year has made us better understand each other's language.

....

Geko means a lot to me. His memories filled almost every void of my mind. Even until now, after seven months eighteen days had passed. And I’m still counting, his memories is still haunting me. I’m still into him.

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I love simple little things, but can carve a deep mark in memory. The laughter we shared when we were forced to take shelter in a closed shop because suddenly there was heavy rain. A chocolate bar Harris used to put in his bag and then he would pretend to ask me for help to get something in there. I smiled, and she smiled too. Or, as simple as lunch delivered when I was too busy to eat when taking care of the needs of organizational activities.

Although all that is a small concern, but .. just look at the scars. Even after he dumped me seven months and eighteen days ago, none of those memories were eroded by time.

It's been seven months and eighteen days. However, I didn't get anywhere. I walked in place, not a step away from where Harris was standing before he ran away. Leaving me who was still grasping her memories mercilessly. Leaving me with shadows that will always appear with dawn like dew.

Beeps. The sound of cell phones again and again saved me who was almost drowning in turmoil. Again.

Kak Raya: where are you?

Kak Raya: we met in an ordinary place

Grandpa : now!

Seriousness gushed in the air. It's too early to hang out at the coffee shop. Or respond to Kak Raya's endless shopping appetite. What was? What the hell's been going on? There was no other way to find the answer to my question than to fulfill his call.

Me : Ok. Give me 15.

Me: Tell me if you need to get to first

****

Mimi and I do share a place to live. The house belongs to a neighboring complex with Mama and Papa. There are three rooms; one for me, one for Mimi, and one for the owner's son. Today happened to be Mimi was returning home because there was a family event.

Actually I can also go home, but I choose to stay here only. You guys ask why? Because ... I don't know. My script business is also a little more. A few revisions and one more lecturer guidance, I think I'll finish it all. However, if I go home, I can't hide anything from Papa, Mama and even the brothers. I'm just not ready to explain what I'm really going through to them.

Kak Raya was already sitting at one of the tables for four people. On the table in front of him were two cups of drinks that I could guess. Frappuccino for him and another kind of frappe for me. Among the high glasses there are several pieces of donuts with various toppings. Again and again we chose this donut stand as a place to meet. Seeing what was already on the table, my stomach started to react. I remember skipping breakfast to get here sooner. However, suddenly the roar of my appetite blurred when I saw the unhappy strokes on Kak Raya's face. What have I done wrong again this time?

Kak Raya let me sit down and sip the iced hazelnut frappe on the table. His eyes watched my movements carefully. After a few sips, I finally felt bad. In Kalakian I looked up and challenged his eyes. “What's up, anyway, Brother?”

Kak Raya did not respond.

I raise my shoulder indifferently. All right, if that's what he wants. My stomach is too hungry. So I decided to wait by not wasting what was ahead. I felt his eyes keep watching me who started moving to pick up the fork and started cutting doughnuts with a bean chocolate topping. I put the piece in my mouth.

Hm. What they sell here is delicious.

“You can still eat when everyone on campus is talking to you?” Kak Raya finally, finally, opened her voice.

I just shrugged my shoulders back. Why are they talking about me again? Not enough to satiate the story spread by Bang Che before this? Don't they talk about me everyday?

“Same story I what really happened between the two of you.”

Ah, true. This matter concerns with Bang Che again as it turns out. I really don't think it out. Why does the material maslaah with the guy like never ending?

After the doughnut ran out, I took a deep breath and put down the fork. All right, just face this. After all, life is about the problem itself, isn't it? “OK. I'll tell you a story, but you have to tell me first what the people out there are saying. Then I’ll have my turn.” Prepare, watch out, dor!

To be continued ....