Watch Out for Falling in Love
Secret of the Heart

"Mbak Andra, the mass composition in my mockup is pretty okay?" ask her class sister who is waiting for the STUPA assistance schedule in the campus corridor. She is a Jakarta children's dance, junior 2 class below which is still a boarding house.

Mass composition itself is something complex in the physical embodiment of design while expressing certain functions, spaces, and images. It was presented as an initial idea in the design of the building.

Andra watched the mockery closely. A little touch here and there to know what shape it is. There was a massive big box fused with the triangle that was cut into pieces like slices of onigiri rice.

"Hmmm looks like it's going to be interesting, Ri," Andra said.

"really? I don't have any ideas. I don't know why last night was so sudden so not sure. Yes, I made a potluck because it was already early in the morning," he said sadly. It was clear that there were panda eyes on Tari's sweet face.

"Yes, try it first. Later to stay developed again to be cooler," Andra's proposal encourages.

It seemed that Tari was dissatisfied with her senior's support.

"If you want to find good ideas where are you, Ma'am?"

"If I'm in the same library on the internet look at the works of famous architects abroad. Good for adding references."

"Wuah yes. Yes, I went to the library. There's still time before college starts!" invite Dance excited.

Andra actually wanted to refuse. He was afraid to meet with Aydan there, but as Tari kept urging him he was finally forced to obey.

As soon as he entered the spacious room full of bookshelves and chairs, his feelings suddenly changed to anxious expectations. Like someone who likes spicy food, but is afraid of the risk of burning tongue.

"Wuah deserted, Ma'am," said Tari happily.

Once again Andra's eyes combed the room to make sure no man had made her restless. And it's true. Aydan wasn't there. Finally he breathed a sigh of relief.

Some books by foreign architects were taken from bookshelves and gave them to Tari. Junior is sitting at the middle table. Now it was her turn to pick up some college material books for her.

A book with a white and thick cover was drawn among the lines of other thick books. When the book was empty from his room, Andra was aghast. There was Aydan behind the bookshelf looking for a book as well, but he turned his back on him.

'Why did you see him again?' inner Andra anxious.

He rushed to go down the high bookcase, until at the end of the shelf even collided with someone. Books falling. One was surprised and more astonished to realize that Andra was the one who hit him.

"Diandra!" his screeches.

Andra who was picking up the book immediately looked up and sculpted. There was Aydan looking at him. The man helped her pick up books on the floor.

"Sorry, Mas. Not intentionally. Excuse me," he said, trying to escape.

However, his arm was gripped faster than his footsteps. Aydan held him off.

"Don't go yet! Can I talk to you for a minute?" ogre.

"Can't, Mom. Mau nemenin Dance find materials," Andra pretext with the feeling of starting dag dig dug.

"Dance!" yelp Aydan at the short-haired girl. He's looking up.

"Yes?!"

"I borrow your friend. You're left alone is okay, right?"

"Yeah. It's okay, Mommy." Dance is powerless to resist.

Andra was immediately taken away to the corner table. They sit together at a table. The girl grew nervous and continued to throw her face away as Aydan looked at her.

"Andra, am I wrong with you?" cecar Aydan without a stale base.

"Nothing" he answered coldly.

"Well, what are you doing with me?" cecar Aydan was again dissatisfied.

"I don't think there is, either" he replied without looking at it.

The indifferent attitude of the girl in front of him made Aydan upset. He touched his shoulder, then twisted his body so they could face each other. Now the two are fighting each other's eyes. Andra was stunned with her heart-wrenching eyes.

"Can't you be honest?" pinta Aydan's.

"Honestly? About what?" Andra shrugs her shoulders.

"Only you know what. I just feel like your attitude is weird. You seem to keep your distance from me? That's why I asked, 'are I wrong?' but you're lying."

"Indeed Mas Aydan is nothing wrong with me. The wrong thing is me. I am not consistent with myself. I'm just afraid of licking my own spit. I don't want to break my own vows" Andra said.

"What's that about? You don't want to date until graduation?" guess it.

Andra.

"So right about that?" sisatisfied.

Anxious at his attitude, Aydan instead took him away outside the library. On the ground floor the two cross paths with Widia and Ivane. Aydan smiled at Andra's two best friends. Both are compact lifting thumbs.

***

Two days ago.

At Widia's boarding house that afternoon after college. Andra sat like a sick person in a criminal trial. Widia and Ivane try to interrogate him about Aydan, but the girl remains adamant there is nothing to do with him. Even if it is true in plain sight. Until they unpacked the contents of the bag and sketchbook that proved otherwise.

Andra was silent as the book featured various poses of a man wearing glasses, with a bag on his left shoulder. There was a pose with a bag on his back. Pose just sits while reading a book. Even those who ride motorcycles are there. He could not argue anymore when there were so many sketch figures of Aydan in his drawing book.

***

College hours just finished for the 2001 class. Aydan and his two friends immediately went outside the room. Walk in the corridor from building B to building A. However, in the middle of the road two female students blocked her path. Aydan knew him as a close friend of Diandra.

He swiped to the right side to give them the way. But they also moved in the same direction. He moved again to the left side. They also moved in the same direction again. I don't know what he wants. Finally he decided to stop stepping. Even his two friends, Yoga and Ryan, stopped.

"Where are you two actually going?" tanyanya.

"We want you to come with us" Ivane replied with her distinctive crisp voice.

The three men were surprised.

"The three of us?" tanyanya.

"Isn't. Just Mas Aydan doang."

Without her consent, the two girls compactly pulled away her confused-looking senior.

"Wah .. wah .. wah .... Why did Aydan suddenly become a wrestle of girls huh?" comment Yoga.

Ryan just shrugged. "Maybe the charm he just nongol," he replied origin while chuckling.

Somewhere quiet in an empty lecture hall, Aydan is instead glared at by his two underclassmen.

"What do you want?" tanyanya.

"We want Mas Aydan to be honest" Widia said with a serious look.

"Honestly? About what?"

"Soal Diandra's. Our pal. What's the connection between you two?" cecar Ivane this time.

"relationship? We have nothing to do." Same answer as Andra.

"I mean ... Do you two have a taste for each other?" press Widia.

"What does this have to do with you guys?" Aydan chuckled amusedly.

"Obviously there. Because we're Andra's best friend."

"But this is his personal problem" Aydan argued.

"Indeed. But we don't like it when our best friend always looks sad. So Mas Aydan should be honest if not ..." threatening Widia while squinting her eyes.

Aydan was ready to hear what threat he was going to face. But ...

The two girls suddenly bent their knees on the floor with both hands begging him. His face was so pitiful as if it was about to be punished by a beacon.

"Please don't hurt Andra's feelings, Mas. We feel sorry for him," said the two compact without command.

Aydan's forehead frowned. "Who would want to hurt her feelings?"

"Mas Aydan is."

"I? Not otherwise? It is precisely he who does not want to be honest and open," he replied.

"Who is that?" Widia and Ivane were throwing eyes at each other.

"Yes. I know what the reason is. What background and why choose to cover. I know everything. I can just wait. Until she graduates," she said with a slightly depressed feeling.

This time the two girls' faces became more confused. "Kook Mas Aydan knows more about him than we do?"

Instead of explaining, the man who often listened to songs through the iPod even chuckled.

"What do you want from me now?" continued again.

***