Call Me Isha
3. Love is Disappointed

I sobbed in one of the toilet cubicles while looking at the notebook Orlin had read earlier, I did like Arga, who would not like a perfect figure like him, not fooled me.

I was just like any other woman who dreamed of a handsome prince who could protect, but I was also still self-conscious.

A little remembering, I harbored a sense that Arga did not know when the exact time, maybe when I was a child or in middle school.

The reason I dropped my heart was because the Arga I used to know was a charismatic exemplary student figure but, that was before. Time where I don't know how rotten the real Arga is, the Bully King.

The stupidest thing I did was to willingly hurt Arga just made the man laugh.

Regarding the letter, I wrote the first time I found out that Arga and I were in a class and that was also the first time I bully Arga. Of course I am very happy, the body that I used to only be able to look at long distances can now face each other.

After I was satisfied I came out of the toilet room, walked up to the mirror while watching my reflection.

I'm laughing a little. "Right they say, I don't deserve to love Arga or anyone else. My own looks are like this."

"Hair that is always braided in two like a Kindergarten child, not to mention the square glasses that frame the eyes and teeth are not neat" I continued.

School is not as crowded as a few hours ago, almost all students have come home from studying but there are still some who live.

"Wait on! Where are you going?!" prevent Orlin from approaching me walking in the Corridor.

"Pu-home!" balakku.

"Now!" Orlin handed her bag to me.

"W-what?" I started to look into her eyes in fear.

"Ck! Basic bego! Bring Cupu! Bring it!" snarled Orlin like a big madam.

"Ta-but ak-aku--" my elak was instantly trimmed before it was fully depleted.

"Have spoken so long! Just bring it! It's mine too!" Acel handed her bag and Anoora to me just like Orlin.

"And don't forget! You have to be extra careful with the car! Don't get scuffed! Bokap lo salary a year so you might be able to make compensation," Hina Anoora.

"Lo take our bags to the parking lot!" orlin then walked first with his two best friends, forgetting I was tailing with three bags hanging on the shoulders.

"That's "that's Arga, who's next to him?" my mind asked curiously when it got parked.

A few meters from the spot, the figure of Arga with a girl was seen, Arga with a smile opened the car door to let the woman at the side enter.

"Lo see the girl just now with Arga?" Acel asked me to speak as his eyes watched Arga's car. "He's Yollan, the eleven-child MIPA one," obviously if Acel makes my heart shrink.

"Acelin Amanda Roselani sneaks in! Why also recognize Yollan same Cupu!" orlin said behind us holding the car door.

Acel loaded his body towards Orlin. "Let's Cupu hot!" Then, then glanced at me. "Once upon a time self-conscious."

"Goupe! Are you satisfied to see my sister with her boyfriend?" asked Orlin who made my consciousness return and then looked at her. "Here you!"

"Lah's dumb!" Orlin came up to me and pulled the three backpacks in hand. "

"Orlin come! He said it was too late to even talk to the future sister-in-law!" teasing Acel from the car.

"Lo dog!" reply Orlin then he got into his car and drove it at high speed.

     This afternoon, I visited the bakery that my father had built to provide for him, as it was now Sunday night I intended to help him.

"Sore Pa!" greet yourself to Papa who looks like he is arranging bread.

"A late afternoon, have you come home?"

"Yes Pa," my reply was taken by him.

The tring!

The sound of bells driven by glass doors is a sign of customer arrival.

"Ordinary han!" Message from someone I know very well.

"Isha, get me some bread that Nesya's aunt has ordered!!" papa's Word.

"Yes Pa!" my reply.

After putting in the ordered bread, I approached Aunt Nesya who was sitting waiting.

"Tan this is the bread!"

"Love," replied Aunt Nesya, a client and friend during Mama Papa's school.

"Want tea or coffee Tan?" haggard me as usual because I am quite familiar with him.

"Tea just."

"It's Tan! "I put the teacup and some biscuits on the table that Aunt Nesya was on.

"Thank you, oh yes. Aunt bring this for you I hope you like it!" Aunt Nesya thrust a box at me.

"Thank you Tan,"

"Well, I have a show!" said someone right behind me.

"Well you, Mama just want to drink her tea," refused Aunt Nesya."You were invited to want to, even choose in the car now especially?"

"I was waiting for you!" ask the guy to give a reason.

I was just silently staring between the conversation between the child and the mother, reluctant to interfere.

"Sorry Isha, Auntie can be long, Arga bawel. Engage in the intention of inter-Mamah shopping ya gini!" satirical Aunt Nesya made me smile kindly to respond.

"Ouh yes! one more thing, Isha received a cell phone from Auntie."

"Duh Tan, this is not necessary," I refused when I found out the contents of the package.

"Eh, what's wrong. Let you also help in learning, you also often come home late, so just in case."

Wanting to reject the unpleasant taste, I was forced to nod steadily while publishing a smile.

"Favor Aunt."

"Come on Ga!" take Aunt Nesya to Arga who had been whining earlier to ask to go home.

"Yes, Mama first!" his reply.

Arga who was originally behind his back was now standing in front of me while looking at me contemptuously.

Arga whispered a few words in front of the earlobe. "Don't you ever use my mom to meet your needs! I know my mom's good, but what about you?" Pause for a few seconds while keeping your distance. "Gue's not so good."

"I'm poor, I'm Cupu, but I still have my pride, and I've never taken advantage of anyone, let alone Aunt Nesya whom I've considered my own mother!"

I want to say the sentence above, but the success produced by myself is not enough until I am more silent.

Purbalingga 10 january 2020.