The girl is chattering cheerfully. Always! He never lost his words let alone replace the rare curve of his smile. Smile of sincerity. As if life was smooth without any burden.
Every time Ikal was with the girl, her eyesight was blurred by clear glass that was ready to break. His heart was too sick to feel Nayra's exhalation that was getting heavier. Only, Nayra was too smart to divert that grief. The spirit of Nayra lives her life like a Dandelion, ready to float at any time waiting for a gust of wind to pick her up ...
Until the days of Ikal feels like a rainbow in the night sky.
Mid-december
Curls dislikes December because rain often falls which certainly makes the fragrance of the wet ground burst. Activities become completely difficult to obstruct rain. Like at this time, after school he was only at home. Incidentally Nayra texted him.
Kung, but I'm not looking for roses. Bête bgt. The task of skul is stacking up like mama's laundry. Hehe. Want some?
Curls smiled faintly. Somewhat uncomfortable because of the spoiled call of Nayra, Concave. Moreover, Nayra often asked to be called 'Convex'. Of course the call only exists in their world. The World of Curls and Nayra.
"The school assignments must be worked on, not just being betrayed," said Ikal on the telephone connection. He rarely replied to Nayra's texts. More direct telephone, in principle.
"Hehehe ... after most of his duties," said Nayra cheerfully. There is no word sad, angry or annoyed if Ikal called. Hearing the voice of Ikal alone his heart immediately calmed down.
"Instead of going for a walk, it's better to just do the work together. I will go to your house. "
"That's fine, Kung. But I really want the flowers of the Rose ... "Nayra's voice increasingly cared.
"Yes. Later when the task is finished, we buy a rose. All of you waiting for the rain to stop. " Curls can't refuse the girl's request. Whatever he will do for Nayra. Before it's too late.
Just when Ikal was about to disconnect the telephone, Nayra called him. "Sunken…"
"What's Convex?"
"Be careful. I love you."
Curled stunned. His chest is tight. A bitterness occurred, about how the beginning of this story rolled ...
Like that day, happiness was reluctant to leave Nayra. He continued to smile. His eyes and heart smiled. This is the first time he is alone with Ikal. The rest they just spend time as ordinary friends in their class now. No one knows if the two nerds who are usually involved in the discussion of the lesson are now lovers.
The initial plan did not happen. Nayra seduced Ikal to just finish their study and immediately buy a Mawar flower. Curl knows, once again he could not refuse. Curls decided to wait for the rain to stop first, so that Nayra could walk normally without an umbrella. Well, Nayra can't touch the rain in the slightest. The endurance of the girl's body is decreasing with the bad reality that continues to undermine his life little by little.
After buying a sprig of Rose according to Nayra's request, Ikal took her to a place that was unfamiliar to Nayra. Very stunning small lake.
For a long time Nayra admired the view of the lake, trying to shake off the question marks that were crammed into his mind. Something that Nayra never expected. Something that increasingly makes his breathing heavy. Until finally he thought the need to say something that felt increasingly filled his heart. About recognition from Mela. Mela did meet Nayra at the flower shop. Ikal doesn't know because he is paying at the cashier. Mela hurriedly pulled Nayra's arm away from him and quickly said a reality that she really didn't want to hear. Smarting.
Curls stared blankly at the ripples of the lake. A gust of wind sent the scent of wet earth which he did not like at all.
"Rangga ..." Nayra began cautiously. He was afraid that Ikal was offended.
Curl turned, choked to hear Nayra say her real name. He forgot the last time Nayra called his real name. Gosh! Curls only realized Nayra's face was growing pale. The eyes of the girl looked at him closely. What's wrong with Nayra?
"I just want to be sure. I don't want to hurt or force anyone ... "Nayra bit her lip. His head throbbed five times stronger than usual. He could not say it.
"What do you mean, Nayra?" Actually Ikal can guess the direction of this conversation. He resigned. Is that how fast Nayra knew the truth?
"You don't need to lie to yourself, Rangga ... I'm not someone to be pitied." The girl sobbed. Clear granules ran down his cheeks, flooding him with disappointment.
"Rangga ... thank you for the brief happiness you gave me. But my best friend needs you more. Make him happy, Rangga ... for the sake of my happiness later. " Nayra moved from the lake that is now splashed by dusk. His heart was broken to pieces. He did not want to be more soluble in regret, before the pieces stuck deeper.
Curl could not hold back his regret. He was anxious to catch up with Nayra and explain everything, but his feet were too frozen to step. The guts are too frightened by the reality. He only stared at Nayra's back, which was getting away, before he realized that the rain was falling on the Earth again, and Nayra's body was still moving. Gosh!
Early October
Curls is still busy with the comics in his hand. He was alone in his class, 11 Natural Sciences 4. Until one day, a friend approached him with a face that was difficult to translate. Nayra.
"Curls ... here I have brownies. Just for you. " His tone trembled.
"Thank you. I'm not hungry, "replied Ikal rather nonchalantly.
Nayra looked down. His heart is whipping. Sorry.
Curl knows, at that time Nayra almost cried. He hurriedly corrected his words. "Mm ... Nayra! I want one, "the sentence finally said after his brain dug out the best vocabulary.
"Curls ...," Nayra called doubtfully.
"What?"
"Can I be your friend?" he asked softly.
"We have become friends, Nayra! Since last July, "Ikal answered.
"I mean ... ah, never mind. Forget it! "
Curled brow. Confused.
End of October
Curls is not the type of boy who is adored by girls throughout school. Curls is just a mysterious, simple figure. That's what made Nayra interested. Very interested precisely. Nayra could not deny, the feeling that once had fallen has now blossomed again. Every close to Ikal, peace invaded his heart. Something he can't get from anyone.
But Nayra also needs to be extra patient waiting for her feelings to be welcomed. Several times texting Ikal, several times also he cried regretting his stupidity. Curls always ignores those texts. Just like when I was in 10th grade. Nayra wanted to be angry, but she was hit by the fact that Ikal was nobody. He just had to hold his ego ... withstand the turmoil of his emotions. However he could not tell the truth to Ikal. She is a girl ... she just needs to wait patiently.
Nayra also told everything to Mela, her best friend.
"What? Do you like curls? " Mela said half screaming. Nayra did not expect Mela's response to be that shock. Nayra think this is not a scene that can be used as material for gossip throughout the school.
"What should I do?" Nayra asked innocently.
"Don't like it because I ..." Mela stopped in the middle of her throat. He thought for a moment. "I mean because I can find a better curl for you," he continued.
"Hush. Do you think that Ikal can exchange goods with others, "joked Nayra. Not funny at all to Mela.
"Nay ... do you really like it?"
"Really," answered Nayra mantab.
Suddenly…
Nayra's head was hit by millions of tons of stone. It really hurts. Throbbing and stabbing. Nayra felt her body was light. Dark!
Early November
Nayra is positive for brain cancer.
One week Nayra did not go to school. He lay in the hospital fighting his illness. Nanar. Mela was unable to witness Nayra's suffering.
"Mel, my life won't be long," Nayra softly. Mela could no longer hold back her tears.
"Humanity only knows God," Mela consoled against his conscience.
"The doctor said my age would not be more than a month." Nayra exhaled heavily.
"Doctors are not God."
Nayra looked at her best friend. "Before dying to pick me up, I really want to see Ikal smile."
Mela is silent.
"I would love to know him more closely. Ah, suppose this disease did not come this quickly ... "continued Nayra.
Mela could not hear it anymore. He hurried out of Nayra's room. The girl's tears flowed as her steps met someone. Yeah, someone ...
Mid November
"Nayra ... will you be my girlfriend?"
Nayra's eyes blinked, trying to confirm what Ikal was saying now. Is it true?
"Actually I liked you since the 10th grade. It's just that I'm too cowardly to express it, "continued Ikal. Quiet class. Half an hour ago the bell came home.
"Will you?" soft curls repeated. Nayra's cheeks flushed red. His heart trembled. His heart is racing. The pain that often stabbed him faded away instantly.
That day, for the first time Nayra returned to school. That same day, the wait for Nayra ended.
End of December
Curls ... Curls ... Curls ...
Nayra's eyes are still closed. He was not aware of the coma. Some medical equipment surrounded his frail body. The all-white ICU room was completely silent, so Mela could hear her great roar. Voice thousands of regrets for his stupidity and selfishness.
Curls ... Curls ... Curls ...
Again Nayra said the name of the boy even softly. Mela's heart is getting cut. If only at that time he had not told the truth to Nayra. If only he could hold himself. If only he could give up Nayra with Ikal ...
Seeing the motion of the curve of the sign of Nayra's life, Mela understood, Nayra was still waiting for someone to meet her one last time. Mela knows what she must do, before the curve of the line turns into a long straight line.
Curls is the only spirit of Nayra against his illness. Because Ikal also Nayra insisted on continuing to school even though her parents did not allow it. Nayra's health gradually improved after Ikal became her lover.
That's the reason Mela is meeting Ikal now.
Odd semester break has just begun. Mela meets Ikal at her house.
"Nayra continues to say your name," Mela said, breaking the silence. Curl's face turned pale. "He wants you to meet him, Kal!" Mela looked at Ikal, begged. "For the last time ..." he continued doubtfully.
"I'm afraid to meet him. I already hurt him. I ... I don't know what I have to do to make amends. " Curls bowed desperately. "If only you hadn't told me to pretend to love him and be his girlfriend! If only I didn't give him hope. If only…"
Mela interrupts Ikal. "If only I hadn't told the truth when you were at the flower shop! If only I wasn't that selfish ... if only ... if only I didn't like you too ... "
Choked curls. What did Mela say just now?
Suddenly Mela's cellphone rang.
"What? Nayra's condition drop? Alright I'll be right there ... "said Mela worriedly. The call was from his parents.
"Kal, please! Meet him now. This is the last chance to correct our mistakes! "
Helpless curls. Mela pulled her arm at once to Mela's motorbike in front of the house. With just one move Mela wore a helmet and then rode her motorcycle. "I'm the freeloader."
Instantly Mela raced on her motorbike and meandered on the road. Curls were stunned on the pillion. The image of Nayra's face covered Mela's awareness while racing on her motorcycle. Until finally, Mela did not realize a sand truck was in its lane. And even that great crash he couldn't avoid ...
November 11, 2012
I shoot him! Mela forced me to do that. I can see from the twinkling of his eyes he loves me very much. This sounds mean. I pretended to love him even though I didn't think there was yet. In order to make him happy at the last moment, I must want to ...
December 7, 2012
His smile is very sweet. I don't think I'm a con artist anymore. Well, I started to love him too. Really! I was amazed by his enthusiasm. Concave Convex Love.
December 15, 2012
God, he already knows everything. I do not want to lose him. I really love him. But I am confused by his words. "Make him happy for the sake of my happiness later". Is it related to Mela? Ah, Mela said she was critical after yesterday's rain. I could not visit him because I did not want to see him tormented by his illness. God, I'm willing to exchange my life as long as he can still smile.
Nayra's tears fell right in the last sentence that Ikal wrote in his diary book. Apparently God granted that request. Three days ago Ikal died in an accident. Mela hands over the Ikal diary book that she found in Ikal's room. Mela is also sorry for not reminding Ikal to wear a helmet that day.
December is almost over. Nayra returned to life with enthusiasm. Until one day, the figure who picked Ikal was ready to pick him up too.
Writing is my interest since middle school. My short story entitled "Cheerleader" was published in the 19th edition of Story magazine. One of my short stories titled "Memories of Lebaran Chocolate" was also recorded in the anthology 54 Stories about homecoming and Eid "Kick Missing Between Seoul-Kerinci" (Oase Qalbu Publishing). Now he is still studying in grade 11 IPA 4 of SMAN 1 Bangil and active in Journalistic extracurricular activities.
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