
We were in the cafeteria, in the cafeteria where fathan gave me a week's allowance.
I saw della there.
“her uniform is the same, she schools here?”. Ask two friends who are on my left and right.
“transfer student, she put in MIPA 1”. Answer rosa.
“since when?”.
“since you to capital”. Answer aca.
“since two weeks ago”. My mind speaks.
Moments later I saw fathan smiling at della while bringing her some food.
I watched them from a distance, della smiled with her white teeth, she clasped fathan's hand and said thank you.
Not heard by me but I know from the movement of his lips.
“will you return?”. Rosa asked because she understood the situation.
“gapapa, let's snack first”. I can be as ordinary as possible.
That's the reason why I want to forget her so much, so many reasons I don't want to see her to look for all the busyness that makes me completely forget about the world.
Not because I hated him but because there were some things I could not accept, about the hand I always held but now holding the other hand, about the shoulder that I often bite is now the backrest of others, about the sound that makes me opiate is now the most melodious in the ears of others, about the smile that I always enjoy and the perfume that I often smell is now a favorite of others.
It's not all mine anymore, and I'm still standing in the same place looking at the house that I used to live in.
After we finished we immediately returned to class, sitting three with snacks between us.
“kok Just me yeah who doesn't like anyone”.
“not to mention”. Maca.
“good if you don't like anyone”. Say it while putting one round meatball into my mouth.
“it is, if you like someone again a lot of painful things will happen, a lot of stupid things you are willing to do, he said, think of things that should not you need to think about and there must be hopes that are broken because of your own expectations, because that is enjoy your day when you are not liking someone”.
We just need to be grateful for every situation because behind a situation there must be a profit, so God creates sweetness among bitterness.
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“Mother will divide 3 groups of 12-15 people . group division based on the number you will take from this glass”. Ma pointed a glass at us.
Each of the disciples came forward when his name was called by Bu Ningsih to pick up a paper scroll containing a number.
There yaang jump for joy when he found out the number he chose was the same as his best friend, some are upset when they find out only he is in the group while his friends are in another group.
If asked on which side, I was on the first, who jumped for joy because the number I chose was the same as aca and rosa.
“You are free to find your respective trainers. I do not recommend you look for an expensive or paid coach but I really hope that what you perform at the end of the semester is the best business you have”.
“yahhh.. if gini is just as rich bu ningsih tell us to find a good coach but subtly. Good coach where there is freean”. Maca muttered but it sounded clear in my ears.
“ga in the suggestion ca, if you want good yes should”.
“yaa is the same as bodo!!”.
“beda ca...”.
“bedya where?!!. Ga nyari coach ya ga good, nyari coach ya definitely pay”.
“ga tau deh, who is sane cja”.
“ya I have given”.
“trus me crazy?”.
“already equally crazed you guys, let me crazy”. Only Rosa was always the mediator when we had disagreements or when we joked like that.