Seven

First girlfriend does not mean first love. Ah, even I do not understand what love is.

The bell has sounded admission exam, just before entering the exam room, we have talked about with whom we would sit later in the classroom. We, the new student class 1C will sit adjacent to seniors 3C. I do not care, even on subjects that will be tested today only was I really did not care.

Today is the first day I took the exam in high school this first. I put my head feels heavier on the table classroom learning. Test has not started yet been felt very heavy head.

With her head still set them on the table, I saw you sitting next to me. You look so ready. Sit down and put all kinds of tools tulismu so complete, does not like me that just bring a pencil, a ballpoint pen and a piece of eraser. I laughed to myself, you're a funny man who has prepared everything perfectly, so much different from me.

I notice you are not aware if it is my watch. Waiting to see teachers give a sheet about the ready for you to eat. You look so smart in my eyes. Something that looks interesting to me. Which forced my eyes to keep glancing at you.

Problem was piled in front of us. Ready to make the brain and mind to squirm. While waiting for the last bell rang working, we both pray to the creator. From there I know, we're different teachings. I bowed my head to pray to the Creator in order to gain leverage in the early days I followed my junior high school midterm exam. And you, hooking fingers of both hands to implore the Lord on the request for the exam you've often do you miss in this school.

A little disappointed. Realizing the fact, you're one step away from my thoughts.
Finished praying, I was a little girl who can not be silent with bold Mananyakan name.

"Sister, her name?"

"Ha?" I know the question is not clear and unambiguous as possible, until you just answer with a question 'ha?'. Ah so cute you are.

"Yes, the name of brother who?".

"Oh, Evan". The answer piece again.

"I Sita. Tanya did not ya? Alright ". I connect. Deliberately create questions and answers themselves to entertain themselves. A little annoyed with the attitude that is so cool. Chat on the first day was very short. Unlike my other friends who telang chatting familiarly with seniors who sat next to him.
The first day ended.

Today, the second day of the exam. And I forgot the name. Seniors were as cold as the fridge. Bell rang, we were soon entering and occupying our seats respectively.

Time to fill in personal data on our proprietary answer sheet. I tried to glance at the brother's answer sheet beside classes. 'Evan Budianto'. Well. I will remember his name.
The second day passed, and there was no conversation between us. Similarly, the next day.

Today, the last day of midterms. How happy I am. I feel like seeing the light of heaven after a long walk on the heat of hell. Well, maybe it was a bit excessive.

Never thought, when I was looking for the right answer to squirm between true in soalku sheet, something which I took as a miracle occurred. possible so that the supervisor did not see if he is being taught, kak evan show me the answer with pen .. Immediately I turned my eyes toward the face. He smiled. Very sweet.
The magic that I felt, for the first time. I fall in love.

The bell rang ending the exam mark. I should be happy the exam has been completed. Yet somehow, I feel a little disappointed, why this exam separates me with my first love?

After the test was over, I was so changed. I was so excited to berangat school. Looking for a place to sit in the classroom adjacent to the window, so I could see kak Evan from my class, because it is a class 1C and 3C opposite. Look taste of love. Looking for an excuse to leave the classroom to be watched closely. Heartbeat was faster, and it was hard to catch his breath.

Months setelahya, Trials were held. Class 1C again confronted with a class 3C. I was so happy. Did not I will sit together again with Evan kak?

Happiness faded when I entered the room, and his brother, Evan no longer sitting next to me, but sitting in front of me. Ah damn, I fell in love.
I wrote words that I've put on the top of the shoe,
'Kak Evan, may ask the phone number?'. Then I stick out my legs forward, to where he was sitting so kak Evan can read them.

I dare. Like my heart wants to jump out of my chest cavity. I shortness of breath, weakness.

The exam is completed, I continue to observe kak Evan fix themselves and be prepared to move from his stool. Before leaving, he left a piece of paper on my desk. I opened it.

Evan kak phone number. Oh God, I'm so in love.

Others exam was followed. Exam increase in class today, and I sat alone with no seniors 3C in the room. They have passed, and I heard kak Evan, my first love has been accepted at one of the high schools in Indonesia to. He's too smart.

He had retreated a step further, increasing further to my flailing.

Two years passed. I now sit in third grade junior high school. And this second samapai still seeking news about Evan kak. Tracing his name on social media when it was named 'facebook'. And how happy I am. I found his name, and immediately I sent a message through the inbox.

Who knows how long I waited for a reply. At least reply message has little taste treat Rinduku during the last 2 years without news.

SMPku period ends. I'm trying to catch up to the favorite school, but the steps failed. I did not pass the selection to be reunited with my first love.

I entered the gray-white. Enjoy adolescence. Slightly forgotten the name of 'Evan Budianto'. Try a thing called love.

My first boyfriend, I love him so much, up to 4 months passed, and the first girlfriend that I loved so much involved passed. He prefers to go with a woman who was already very long close to him. Just once. Courtship, apparently so ill.

I returned to my first love.
Remember back when showing me the correct answer while painting beautiful smile on her face.

Then I opened my eyes, lifted my head from the top of the table this wood. And she was no longer there to work on the pages in the next exam.

Year to 7. I earn more news about you. Happy I am. Perhaps this was divine retribution for all my efforts are never desperate hunt for news about you almost every day. Searching for the reason that I can always get a reply message from you.

During the time I was just entertaining himself with his shadow. I made my own illusions. Constantly repeat incident 7 years ago to treat the nostalgia. Again and again I remembered. A long time ago, when he was sitting on the bench next to me. When he smiled as he taught me the answers by stealth.

It has been 7 years. And I managed to catch up to the town, hoping to find you. At least back see your smile even just once. And reveal if you are my first love. I do not care how cheap I am in front of you. What is clear I love you, I want to come back to see you. I want you to know, my chest when I remember. After that I'll go far.

I have admired 7 years. Amuse yourself by turning the illusion that will highlight the image of the thing you did in my side. Right next to the bench that I occupy.

I know you are aware if I like you. There's no way if you do not know, about me being kept chasing the news about you over the years.

Either you do not glances because we are different establishment, or because you have absolutely no interest to me. I know, you're so hard to reach. And I know our love is different.