Ash White Romance
(Flashback) - A Splash of Love Stories Between Hisham And Lisa 1

"Sorry, Brother, the end of Rianti became curious. Maybe there used to be a little story between Brother and Bang Hisham. You see, it seems like Big Brother really knows his old figure, "Rianti apologizes, because the question makes Lisa so choked.

"It's okay, "lisa's smile.

The question from Rianti made Lisa turn her memory back when she was in first grade High School. When I first met her classmate.

The Flashback

The POV Lisa

That afternoon, after I disbanded school, I did not go home because there was a first meeting for those who want to follow one of the extracurriculars in school. Exactly a week after the student orientation period at his school.

Me and my best friend, Hani, who also chose the same exkul, entered one of the classrooms that had been empty. And choose to sit on the row of bench number three from the front which is indeed empty. I chose to sit on the wall of the classroom.

While chatting with Hani, I suddenly felt like someone was watching me. Whether this is ge er or indeed my instinct is right. I looked at that person. It turned out to be the man sitting at the teacher's desk whom I had not known at all. Looks like he's my upperclassman.

When I caught him, until several times, the man instead of turning away even more and more looked at me and even threw his alluring smile, as if he had known me before. We just met that day. My judgment back then, he physically looked handsome, tall, white. He seemed to have been watching me before without me noticing. I don't know since when.

When my eyes looked at the man, he continued unmoved, so comfortable and intensely looking at me. Even when he introduced himself like the other upperclassmen, his eyes remained on me. He clearly and loudly mentioned his name, Muhammad Hisham. It was as if all in the class were just the two of them. Not caring about the other classmates who had also gathered in that class. Nor did he notice his other friends who also introduced himself one by one.

Being stared at like that certainly makes me uncomfortable, uncomfortable. To wonder, "What's wrong with my face? Something's weird, is it? While his gaze was rich that way, 'my inner self in heart, began to get annoyed.

Those eyes just kept staring at me intensely. Makes me more uncomfortable, even began to tuck into fear of him. Even until the meeting ended his eyes did not escape from me. Huh, if I wasn't afraid of being imprisoned, I'd like to poke a plug on his eyes. Let's stop looking at me like that. I was suddenly sadistic.

Apparently Hani also noticed the behavior of my upperclassman. My nervousness was crumbling with my best friend's words,

"Lisa, it seems like the big sister sitting in front is watching you continue, deh, "reproved Hani while pointing at the man with her chin, I tried to dodge.

"Where?" I pretended not to know. My eyes were pretending to look the other way.

"That, tuh, "hint Hani back by using her chin.

"Ah, not to me, kali. Your feelings alone, "I said, are still evasive.

"Ih, you know, from earlier his eyes were fixed on you. Fancies, times, "guess Hani.

"Ah, I know you," I'm still trying to dodge.

I finally tried to turn the conversation in another direction. And I knew those eyes were still on me. Duh, it feels like to quickly disperse, deh. It's not very comfortable.

Finally, after an hour had passed we were disbanded. I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, feeling detached from the sharp gaze of the eagle. Quickly, I pulled Hani's hand out of the classroom without looking right and left again, directly stepping out the school gate. Then the walk to the angkot base which is about a distance takes ten minutes from the school.

After getting the corresponding transport car heading to my house, I, Hani and some other friends and some upperclassmen who are also my closest friends also took the car. Until one car that was empty was suddenly full of children one school. And how surprised I was, it turned out that the man named Hisham was also one car with me, even sitting right opposite me.

Seeing that, I could only frown. Piqued. Especially with her eyes still staring at me. I don't care about Hani sitting next to me. Maybe he meant to remind me of the existence of that man sitting in front of me. I don't want to look back at him at all. I even showed my dislike by putting on an asem face, and judes. If there's a mirror, it looks like I'm upset.

The contents of the car became boisterous with a joking sound from friends. Including him. While I just keep quiet while pouting. Until there was a friend who threw a funny sentence that mocked the man made me so unable to help laugh. I feel happy because someone is cheating on him.

Seeing me holding back a laugh while closing my mouth, she immediately reprimanded while smiling anyway and pointed at me, "Eh, you laugh too."

Hearing that immediately my smile disappeared, changed with a sharp delicacy from my eyes and put on the look of a judge. But instead of being afraid, he kept smiling. Maybe he thought, my smile is expensive, so no smile. But what makes me not want to smile the culprit is himself. Sucks.

Be along the road that spent forty-five minutes it was a torture for me, until finally he went down first in front of the alley of his house. Then I can breathe freely. Not long after, about fifteen minutes later I went down in front of my alley.

That was the beginning of my meeting with Brother Hisham.

Remembering all that, so be amused yourself. Still imagined how I looked at that time because it was holding back his annoyance and uneasiness. And somehow the story until finally the taste is upset, the dislike turned into the opposite. I don't know when I turned around to look at the man.

I still remember the teasing Hani first every time expressing his frustration, "Lis, don't be too hateful to people, then the opposite new to know the taste, you know. Turn to love."

Spontaneously and confidently, I replied, "No way."

Apparently, it's like a curse to me. Because in reality, slowly but surely the man began to enter my heart unwittingly. There began to be a sense of loss if not to meet him, there was no such gaze and attention. The longing began to creep into my heart. Made him subconsciously look for his figure. Yes, it was that man who first instilled love in my heart.

But unfortunately, until he graduated, we weren't close either. He just looked at me from a distance, and never flinching a bit when I caught him. There was also no explanation or statement of any intention behind his gaze all this time. Does he have the same feelings as me? I don't know. I dare not speculate on my own. Scared, finally disappointed.

Until at some point, I finally felt tired from waiting too long without certainty for two years. After she graduated, I often wished I could see her again. For example, coming to school like my other seniors. Even until I graduated I never saw him come to school even once. No more news. I lost track of him too.

Over time I felt like I was waiting. He decided to give up and no longer wait for her. Forget it, that's what it's supposed to do. That's why, after graduating from High School, I decided to continue studying in another city. Away from my hometown, from my family, and from her. Anyway, I don't want to see any more things that remind me of him. I went with my last cry to a man named Muhammad Hisham.