PERIPLES
10. Red Bando Girl

I've been walking for six months without him. Nothing has changed. I am still like this. Yes, there is a difference between then and now. If I used to cry every night because I thought about it, or because I waited for a message from him, now I no longer waste my tears.

I was busy with school activities. Tasks, scouts, futsal, and more. I'm completely out of contact with Mahen, Ica, and whoever it is that's in contact with right now. Our squad time; I, Rena, David, Fitri, Rey, Luke, and Syifa (But now rarely come along), Mahen never wanted to get together if there was me. Not a problem for me.

There will soon be a women's futsal competition in my city. I entered the school futsal core team that will be the representative of the event.

It turned out that the new girls' team was first formed at this school. Years before, there was only a men's team. Many who follow the futsal excul, only for the core team is still selected by Kak Harris, as the captain of general futsal, as well as the selection of the first women futsal captain.

Don't think I'm the chosen one. Because who deserves to occupy that position is the Idea of the tenth class IPA 2. And the core team is Me, Cita, Niken, Caca, and Wenda. I'm the anchor, the defense and the attack, the position of the keeper forward. Wenda as keeper. Niken and Caca become flanks; Niken is left, and Caca is right. While our captain Cita, to be pivot is the front attacker.

"Who's back with the deck?"

I looked over, and there was Brother Harris standing behind the school gate where I was waiting for an invitation.

"Wait for papa sis."

"Still long?" Ask with a step closer to me.

I nodded, "Still like it. Harris hasn't come home yet?"

"This. I'm going to photocopy the terms of futsal registration tomorrow."

"I've been eating, haven't I?"

The man lifted a pile of paper that was not as thick as a history book and squinted, "If the futsal requirement had been. But there seems to be less."

My eyes are round, "Seriously? It looks like it's complete, brother."

Brother Harris laughed, "What a lack of conditions to make to the guarantee."

I let out a rough sigh, "But Brother Harris mah. Seriously too."

"Handering deck. Dare not wait for him? Or do you want to come with me to the front photocopy first?"

I shook my head, "No, brother. Fear of papa until I don't even exist."

"Oh yes. Yaudah, I went there first."

"Yes, brother."

The gallant body of Brother Harris passed through me, before long his feet crossed the streets that were not too crowded with firm steps.

Like a prince, he is a man who can be said to be perfect. A tall body strapping, with a weight that is ideal when compared to his height, a jaw that is printed clearly, nose like a slump that is often played by Kindergarten children, TK, and neat teeth that add a degree of sweetness in him when he smiles.

Without realizing it, I smiled seeing it. He waved his hand across there. I shook my head and patted my own cheek. It's crazy indeed.

One by one the students who had been standing next to me had now gone home. Already met with his pick-up figure. It's just me and a shoulder-haired girl holding three textbooks. Judging from her white uniform that was not as white as the one I was wearing, it seemed like she was a twelfth grader.

I've been standing here for half an hour. I think my legs are starting to ache. I flicked my legs in turn, along with my shoulder being patted gently by someone.

"Not picked up yet?"

Brother Harris again apparently, "Not brother. Done yet?"

"Udah. Usually wait a long time like this too?"

"Em, yes. Maybe three hours."

Brother Harris's eyes are round, "Three hours? Real long. Why not just the same?"

"No, brother. Don't want to take them."

Brother Harris's hand was visibly sore holding a stack of paper that was three times as thick as the one he had brought before, "Gue came in first huh."

I nodded, "Spirited brother."

Harris replied with a smile and left. Within ten minutes, the sound of the motor rang out from within, and stopped right beside me.

"Come on!"

I looked, "Huh?"

Brother Harris opened his helmet and smiled, "My barrel. You can chat to your papa if you're home."

"That's not it, brother. My house is far away."

"It's important you don't get far. I will miss Dilan."

I laughed, "No need to."

"Gue was also serious about going home. Let papa lo also go straight home later, don't come here first."

I'm unmoving. Yes also.

"Udah. Ride, "Forced Sister Harris by putting a bogo helmet on my little head. And it certainly surprised me.

"Rarely I'm good at gini."

Rarely what? I think he's always been good. At the time of the incident at the cafe, he also offered to drive me home.

Forcibly, but not really, I took a jog on the back of Kak Harris' red motorbike.

"Wear the deck" he said as he stretched out the jacket he had just taken off.

I'm still flinching.

"Lo's a short skirt," he continued, which I responded to immediately by receiving the jacket that Kak Harris gave me.

"Is he ready?"

"Yes, brother."

"Would you like high speed or slow?"

"So much, Brother Harris."

"Judek. I want to speed. But don't forget to hold on."

"Judah, slow down, brother."

"Haha yaudah."

Motor Kak Harris started leaving school. Drove at a slow speed, according to what he said earlier.

"Not brother."

"Nobody like it?"

"Like it."

"Jaudah, let's buy."

I breathed a sigh of resignation when Kak Harris stopped his motorbike in front of the minimarket which was lined with snacks.

My sister and I got off the bike and took off our helmets.

"Mangs. The veil is one portion wrapped yes."

Oh it turns out that Sister Harris bought a lick just for her.

"Ke dalem used to yuk, ngadem." Take it, and I reply with a nod. It's true the weather today was quite hot. Moreover, half an hour stood in front of the gate without anyone lending an umbrella.

"Mangs. I stayed inside first huh."

"Okay boss." Answer the seller.

I followed Sister Harris through the minimarket entrance. Suddenly he stopped, "Kok do it anyway?"

"So, that's Sister Harris who stepped on."

His hand pulled my hand, "Yes. Why is it behind. It should be side by side. Gini is."

I blushed. We're still in uniform, with Kak Harris's jacket coiled around my waist. He is not Mahen who adheres to the principle of school children can not date in public.

Please remind me that we are not dating.

Brother Harris took me up the stairs to the second floor. And take it off when it gets to the top.

We're heading for baby clothes. Look at the cute little dress, shoes that are only one inch in size, and colorful clothes that are very adorable.

"Dec is here."

I approached Sister Harris who was busy picking out small shoes dominated by bright colors. In his right hand, there was a pink, red banded shoe that covered the front of the shoe. In his left hand, there was a pink shoe with glitter filling the outside of the shoe.

"Which good?"

I put on a thoughtful look, and turned my eyes to the other shoes. I saw shoes of the same size as the one that Kak Harris was holding, cream-colored and forming a cat's head when the right and left were joined together.

"It's funny."

"Eh, it's unique." He said and put back the two shoes he asked me about.

"Who are you making it?"

"Make my nephew deck."

I picked up the mangosteen and let Sister Harris take over the cat's shoes.

"This one is. Yok continued." He said and took me again. This time to the women's accessories. Looks like it was for the shoe braking.

Brother Harris approached a row of bandos, clasps, and other hair ornaments. His hand was raised to take the maroon velvet-lined bando, which was at the very top of the row.

"Eh sorry."

It turned out that his hand landed on the bando at the same second as the black-tailed girl before us.

"Take a nakpapa." Said Brother Harris giving in.

Without hesitation, the girl took the bando, "Sorry yes I took."

We both nodded, and then he left us both.

"yeah. It's been taken."

I just chuckled at Sister Harris's complaint. I took a simple, tosca-colored hairpin. Unexpectedly, Sister Harris grabbed it and put it in my hair.

"Well, it's five percent more beautiful" said Kak Harris as he patted my head.

I blushed again. He took more than five hairpins of different colors, and put them in a shopping bag that already contained one shoe.

When I was about to take off the clasps in my hair, Sister Harris held back my movements, "Don't take them off. Just gini."

"But shame, later at the cashier."

"Not to be ashamed. During good-looking, everything is safe."

I chuckled and let my hand be held with Sister Harris again. We're heading for cashier 1. And I saw at the cashier next door, the last line there was a girl who had been fighting bando with Kak Harris.

I wanted to pay for my own flops that were perched in my head, but Sister Harris forced her to spend the money.

After paying, we went out.

Brucks

"I'm sorry." I said and crouched down to pick up the shopping items of someone who collided with me.

"Eh Mahen?"

"Bang Harris isn't it?"

I'm looking. And right, it's Mahen my ex-lover.

"Who? Same Vella?" Surprised by the puzzling look of the face.

I smiled and went back to pick up the groceries that turned out to belong to Mahen.

Maroon bando?

"Eh? Why these? How messy?"

The voice of a girl I had not heard for a long time distracted me.

Mahen? Maroon bando? That girl?