PERIPLES
4. Ica

Such is Mahendra Aksara Putra. Makes me calm when I'm on his side, then worries me when I'm away from him. No one supports my argument at the moment. But, the universe always makes me think a no-no.

It's Monday now. The first day I entered Merdeka High School, one of the favorite High Schools in the city where I live. There are three majors; IPA, IPS, and Indonesian Literature.

I majored in literature, because my fantasy level was high. Rena majored in IPA, Fitri and Syifa majored in IPS.

I realized my interest in literature, since Elementary School. Every time I have a writing assignment, my writing is always the most. More than three pieces. Whereas my other friend is only one sheet, it is not full.

But whose name is human there must be less and there are more, I who like all kinds of subjects smelling this language do not like anything that is kind of numbers. Especially mathematics.

I think the library is the most convenient place for self-healing . The pampering aroma of the novel, made me forget the time when I was there. I used to go to the city library, using a friend of mine who liked to find free quotas.

Back on Monday, we new students were gathered in the field, lined up according to their classes. Do not forget to wear a hat and draping nametag that has been made in Rey's house at that time.

Instructions are given, for classes from each department. IPA classes are divided into three classes, IPS classes are also divided into three classes, while satra classes have only one class. That said, he said literary fans were a little. Fear if open many classes, which filled only one class. Each class contains thirty-two students.

After all the ranks were disbanded, and were told to enter the class that had been divided, the disciples were scattered. My class, on the 2nd floor, in front of which was a fir tree. I deliberately sat in the front corner, right in front of the teacher's desk, as was my custom before.

"Hey. Can I sit here?" Asked a long black-haired student unraveled, and dressed in light blue.

I nodded, then shifted to the bench that clipped on the wall.

"Greetings, I'm Tara from Junior High 4," he said as he reached out his hand to me, which I immediately replied, "Gue Vella from Junior High 2."

"It turns out that in this class there are a lot of girls."

My gaze following Tara swept through this entire room, "Yes. There are only five guys."

Are literary fans mostly women? Even though the most can string the sweet word is men. Dilan.

After the OSIS members entered, we were told to introduce ourselves in turn. Then form a class structure. Tara and I were elected as secretaries. The chairman was named Rani, and Bryan was chosen as his deputy. While the treasurer is held by Vita and Lia.

We directly create Group chat whatsapp. And become more familiar after replying to each other messages.

There is one message I am still waiting for. A message from one of my Junior High School friends who also went to Harapan High School. His name is Tiwi, a group with me, and once was in eighth grade.

Not to not believe in Mahen, but a little bit of caution. What's wrong with being vigilant, right?

Until school, Tiwi is still not online . He rarely holds a cell phone. But I need news from him.

After several hours of waiting there was finally a message from Tiwi. I quickly opened the message.

Tiwis

Sis Thea godain Mahen. His MPLS was told to record the name of the member OSIS. Sister Thea entered OSIS, and when Mahen asked her to, she said, "I forgot about me?". But the mahennya is ordinary.

...***...

Day by day passed. The School Environment Introduction Period was over, and I was getting closer to my new friends. I have a new gang now. Because we are both lovers of maroon 5 songs, while we have six members; I, Niken, Via, Cika, Talia, and Rani (my new class leader), then the name of this gang is maroonsix. Don't laugh, that's good.

An empty hour is a happy time for a lazy student like me. Said Mr. Liam, my homeroom teacher, whatever you want to do, as long as you do not leave the class or race, afraid of other classes envied. So this time is used well to sleep, mabar (playing together), and gossip. For example, I am with some of my friends. Just know gini aja we have a lot of materials for pergosipan.

"Eh Vel's. Your boyfriend went to school at Harapan High School?" Ask Cessa to me.

I'm nodding.

"That's great, Vella. Long-lasting dating already wants one year," praise Niken.

Yes indeed at this age, one-year courtship including long. Most if the others break up a few months. It is also called monkey love.

"What kind of college do you guys do?" ask Cessa again.

"Not wrong with IPA 3. Why emang?"

"Be careful, Vel. I have a girl who goes there too. I think it's the same class as your guy. He used to love calling people guys."

I'm clucking. It's just that I wouldn't think. I believe Mahen will not turn away. He is not the kind of person who falls in love easily. He broke up with Kak Thea because Kak Thea once cheated on Mahen.

Ting

"Girlfriend's mom," teased Niken when she saw my phone notification popup. Other friends teased me, because they also saw the contents of the message. I regretted putting my phone on the table.

Mahen❤

School spirit yes gorgeous🤗

I smile. I have to learn long distance relationships now. In the past if you miss, stay out of class, pretend to go to the toilet to pass his class. In the past, when preparing for the National Exam, Mahen and I were often one class. And he always occupies my backseat. Playing my hair from behind, or sometimes kicking my chair so I could look back at him.

I once cried because I was left playing one of the games on his phone, so every time I spoke I did not answer.

Haha at that time.

When the prank sees whatsapp status, accidentally see the status of Mahen photo of women. After I opened it, it was my picture. Two days ago I took a snapgram, using the effect of rabbit ears and noses. Cited with a red heart emoji.

My cheeks are red because of it.

I didn't bring a bike today, so I wanted to ask Mahen to pick me up. For almost a year with him, I had never ridden his bike. He also never once drove me home, or asked for a date like a couple in general. If he says, "Shame. Still our little boy. Not fit for that."

^^Vella Almera^^^

^^^Mahen, can you pick me up later?^^^

^^^Read^^

Mahen❤

Well, sorry Vel can't. You asked to be picked up by Mother

^^Vella Almera^^^

^^Iya nakpapa, Mahen. Be careful when you go home

^^^Read^^

Always the answer. There is no definite reason. If I asked why he would answer. Finally, I asked my mother to pick me up. It's not a problem said Mother. I'm an only child, so he always wanted to do things for me. Thanks mother.

I'm waiting for an invitation in the school lobby. With Dara, Tara, and Lia. We were picked up, except for Lia. He took public transport, and was still waiting for his friend who had not yet left class.

Speaking of Mahen, he hasn't told me since. Either he's home or he hasn't. Either he's still at school or he's been playing with his friends.

Ting

Any message, maybe mahen? But after I opened it, it wasn't. It was a message from Ana's classmate Mahen during Junior High, and she is now also one High School with Mahen. What was? Tumben. I'm not too close to Ana.

Ana

Velas. I just saw Mahen boncengin a girl of her class. If not wrong, it is called Ica. My friend said, he was famous during Junior High.

I breathed a rough breath. What else now? Teddy bear problem I let. But now there are things that strengthen my bad thoughts. My mind floated.

I don't really care about him not picking me up. I thought it was too far away, even in the opposite direction.

But, who's her boyfriend? All this time I've never even sat on his bike, why would he let another woman in that place? Not long known?

Am I wrong I think this way?

So, I have to believe what he said all along or not? When my emotions were really at a high level, my phone suddenly clinked back.

Mahen❤

Honey, Ana chat you? Yes, I am a fan of my friends. Because he asked for help. He has not been picked up.

Now what?