When the Heart Speaks
chapter 5 misses...

Waking up in the middle of the night is something I really don't like. It makes it hard for me to continue sleeping again.

Tonight, I woke up wanting to pee.

I got up and headed to the bathroom. After the urination ritual was over, I went back to bed, and sure enough, my eyes were very fresh, there was no sleepiness at all.

The clock hanging, still at 02.30 wib.

"Hemmm..what can I do at this hour?"

my thinking.

I got up and sat down on the pillow I was stacking.

For a long time I was silent, I looked for my hair tie and rolled my hair up, then got out of bed, I walked slowly and then pulled the chair back, and sat down with the hand I put on the study table.

My eyes began to adventure trying to figure out what I could do.

I opened the lower closet, where I kept things that I thought were full of memories.

Slightly bowing to look at her, feeling somewhat troubled, I ended up crouching on the floor.

Start removing one by one items that look messy intend to arrange it.

Something slid from the inside and fell right in front of me crouching down.

My hand picked it up.

A small box of old timepieces, which I coated with light green gift paper.

I opened the lid, and smilingly looked at her, a love letter..😍😍🤭

I opened the fold that was almost torn.

It's written..

*D*dina*ear*...

*A**I know you only through their stories*..

*La**lu this heart would love to know you*..

*Da**n now, having known you.. I'm not stopping thinking about you*..

*Sa**mpai I finally realized.that I've fallen in love*..

*Ar**i*,

Still smiling I remember that day.

**2 year ago

When there are exercises with the pascibra from my school with other schools, which are routinely held 2 times a week.

From the exercise, I got to know new friends.

Among them, I was very close to 3 people from that school, they were Bambang, Vishnu and Linda. They were very kind, even though they were in 3rd grade, I was in 1st grade.

Without I know, they turned out to often take me into their daily stories with friends one of them is Ari, who happened to live in the same area, their house was close.

This is where Ari and I happened.

Ari often heard my name mentioned by them.

With curiosity Ari expressed her desire to know me.

From that introduction, we became close, until one day, the letter Ari gave to me through Linda.

There was a heart that trembled the first time it received the letter and read it.

However, I did not necessarily accept his love, because of the rules made by papa, that I could only date when I was 16 years old and above, while at that time I was only 15 years old.

I'm delivering it all to Linda.

and Ari was willing to wait.

The following year, we decided to date on my birthday.

At that time Ari gave me a bracelet with my initials and his name was engraved there**

I folded the letter back, then saw what else was in the little box. With a receipt for the purchase of a book that has not been seen again writing, the receipt I kept because it was the first time I went with Ari to buy a book, then a piece of greeting card, and then a letter of greeting card, yes this card was given when it was my birthday, when I took the card, something dropped, I lowered my head to look for what had just fallen.

"Wristbands..."

Say slowly.

I looked at the bracelet that had been severed on the hook.

"Ah... Remembering all those sweet memories is truly a wonderful thing"

I gathered all the memories and put them back in the little box.

I stood up and put it on the table.

There was a longing creeping slowly in my heart.

I don't know.there's never been a taste like this before.

But today, it all just flows.

"Whouuhhhh...."

I let out a breath.

I stepped into the mirror and looked at my own reflection.

I'm too young for this too heavy a taste.

I close my face to the mirror, then rub it with both palms of my hand, still long this journey.

I try to motivate myself.

Without notice, the day before morning, look at the clock, which shows at 05:30. There is still time for dawn prayers, rush me to the bathroom, ablution, and pay 2 rakaat.

"Din, is the exam over? this is Papa's phone back.."

While proffering a mobile phone model is not updated🤭🤭

It's really just a phone call and a short message.

Even so, I am still grateful to be able to connect with people when we need to.

My eyes sparkled at that thing, it felt like I hadn't seen each other for a long time.

I'll be struck as fast as lightning.

By not forgetting to thank Papa.

After breakfast, I open my phone, check incoming messages and calls.

"No messages came in"

My speech.

Then I started typing messages on Ari.

*S**Morning congratulations.. My ari..

inter-schooler*******gak******?

Too stiff, yes, that's how I am, it can never be sweet to send a message.

I think the name is a short message, yes it must be short, if you want to stay long, yes.

realistic enough my opinion??

🤭🤭

It didn't take long to wait for a reply.

Drrrrrttt.

Morning Dinaku..

ready, I'm launching.

15 Minutes of waiting..

Tinn.tinn..

I was half-running, approaching Mama in the kitchen,,"

Dina's leaving, Ma.." My speech

mama who was washing dishes, just turned her head and nodded.

I ran ahead.

Gubraa!!

I hit Papa who was walking to the back.."

Dinaa !!!"

Papa exclaimed looking so shocked, while I cant help but unite the two palms of apology, still putting on a whiny look.

Papa shook his head.

"Dina pamit Pa"

I said while scratching the head that is actually not itchy.

When I got to the door, I stopped my run. Trying to be more calm.

Keep the prestige in front of Ari, yes that's how it is.

I walked slowly towards him, looking at him with a smile.

Ari lifted the helmet glass she was wearing, then returned my smile.

Ari thrust a helmet, then looked at me again, this time the gaze was deeper and stored many meanings that I could not all understand.

I was really clumsy to accept that gaze a few times I tried to throw my gaze away, before finally giving up and looking down embarrassed.

"Cieee.merona.."

Ari's thump just blew off the romantic impression this morning.

I closed my face.

"Flame sich..Ri.."

Gertutuku. I got on the bike pretending to be annoyed.

"Wkwkkwk"

Ari chuckles then the motor drives.

When I got to school, I didn't find Fitri.

"Where is he??"

Thought.

Long enough I waited for him in front of the classroom door, when I was about to turn around, I undo my intentions, I found Fitri walking quickly into the school fence.

I wave...

Fitri sped up his pace every once in a while I saw him running.

I don't know, lately I want to spend a lot of time with Fitri. In about 1 month graduation will arrive, that means my time with Fitri is just a little more.

If later he has been active in college, maybe we will very rarely meet..

maybe only a few times a year..

I'm definitely gonna miss him..

so did He.

connect**