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Love at school - 1

--- If you know the story about Ghost at School, this story is about Love at school---

Have you ever fell in love with your classmate or your senior even with your junior. maybe ?
I don't mean to make you recall your memories when it happened. For several people, including me, it's such a bad idea to remember it. "Then why you talk about his now?" Maybe that's what you wanna ask to me. I asked by the owner of this blog to share my story so here I am. She paid me for this ;)
Ah! I almost forget to introduce myself, my name is April. You don't have to ask me when I was born, right? Yep! April. Skip about my name then please read my story.

That day when I still innocent enough to be a Junior High School student........
I was waiting for the public transportation to take me home. Suddenly I saw a boy, he wore  uniform that shows he's a JHS student too. He saw me.
"What a handsome and cool guy," I wondered. Of course he didn't hear it.
Then walked came to me step by step. His weird action made me automatically avoid him step by step too. He still stare at me. That awkward enough -___-
Although he has a good appearance, by the time, his seen make me scared. He was like a kidnapper!
That boy suddenly asked, "You are April. Aren't you?"
"Yes," I awkwardly answered. Oh my God! How could he know my name !? I even never show on television or became a famous girl either.
"Do you know Ryan?" He asked again. Now he stood beside me. FYI, Ryan is my friend in school.
"Ya, I know. You mean Ryan in 7-A class student, right?" He didn't answered.
I saw the public transportation which I waited for passed but I didn't stop the car. I couldn't stop it in this kind of situation. It would be more awkward if I stop that bus and leave him.  The problem is he know my name! Now he stood close enough with me. Gosh!
"Mm, may I know you?" He asked again.
Jreng- jreng- jreng- jreng! Suddenly that shock back sound play in my mind. Wh.. what!?  What should I do? I remember my mother's advice: don't talk with strangers even say hi with them. For me, he is a stranger. Oh come on, what should I say? He still stare at me. Oh, Pleaseeee >,<
"Hmm, next time maybe," I finally answered.
After that, I ran left that stranger boy as fast as I can. What so ever with his opinion about me. He maybe called me weird girl or anything that he want. I don't care. I didn't even knew who is he but I still remember his face clearly. Maybe he's a student from another school. Handsome but .. scary! I still can't take my breath now..

Few days later, I went to canteen to take a rest after studied for four hours. Then I accidentally saw a boy who has familiar face. I thought I ever met him before, but who?
He saw me an smiled to me. Weird, I wonder.  Oh my !!! He is.. He is... I couldn't believe this! He is the boy whom I met yesterday!
Is he a student in this school? Why I never see him before?
Lately, I finally knew who is he. He is my senior! He is a 8th grade student. What the ......
I hope he didn't remember yesterday moment. It was really embarrassing -___-
So.. what next?
If this story can called love at school's story? It's all up to you, guys! Hahaha.

  

aku tak bisa kembali .. ke masa itu lagi

Saat kulihat kembali
Bunga kenangan itu
Kenangan dari masa kecilku
Mengalir di dalam dadaku
Dengan bebas ku berlari
Melintas bukit dan lembah yang indah
Aku tak bisa kembali
Ke masa itu lagi
Sedikit demi sedikit aku telah beranjak menjadi dewasa
Sambil terus memeluk impian
Yang takkan pernah pudar
Aku takkan pernah menyerah
Untuk menggapai harapanku
Untuk menggapai harapanku


 Anyone can find this mp3 song? I've search so many times and I didn't get it yet. Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair is an anime that  watched on La Tivi when I was in elementary school. The song is recorded clearly in my mind until now... how wonderful !

History of Ayana

First, it's not about the real ayana. it's just about hmm you can call this fake ayana. So, I don't mean to talk about ayana. 
second, in my ooooldest post I have told you that my college friends called me ayana because they think I am like her. do you think the same? kakaka.

Last year, maybe it was November, March, April, June or August.. ah, whenever it was, I can't remember exactly..
That night, I sat in front of the computer and open my social media web, twitter. I accidentally read someone's tweet ( I think I shouldn't tell his uname even his name) hmm, he is my friend and as I remember he wrote: "Ayana, she's like her.. forget it!" yeah,  I translated it to english. You know, sometimes I have strong feeling when someone tweet something that  has relation about me even they didn't mention me directly. Something like a hunch. However, I ignore that tweet. 

Few weeks later, I was studying and two of my friends, Rissa and Ferdy, suddenly said,
"Kak, I want to tell you something ..."
"Hmm, what?"
"Ah, how could I say this?" Ask Rissa to Ferdy. Ferdy laughed.
"Just say it!" said Ferdy.
I didn't understand what they're talking about.
"Actually ... Hmm actually..." Rissa didn't coninue his words. He was too nervous too say.
"Actually what?"
"Okay, I'll be honest. Actually, I like talking about you with kak Gifary," Ferdy said.
"What's wrong?"
"Do you know JKT48?" Rissa asked me while he smiled.
"Ya, I know. Why?" I ever saw their performance on tv.
"Don't you realize you're like one of the member?"  Rissa said again.
"You're like Ayana, kak! I often talk about it when you were studying with kak Gifary and we always laugh for it. We couldn't believe if Ayana study here? Hahaha!"
Suddenly I remember my friend's tweet   "Ayana, she's like her.. forget it!"
I wonder if they talk about the same Ayana?
Ferdy took his map from his bag. the picture of his map is JKT48 girls who wear their red and white uniform. I can't count how much the girls in that picture. (nn)v I even don't know who is who, but so far I know who is Melody, Nabilah, and Cleo.
Rissa pointed a girl that I don't know who is she.
"Look, she is like you, isn't she?" said Rissa. I took a  minute to see that girl carefully, "No, She's not like me,"
"Ah, trust me! She's really like you,"
"Can I see that?" Poppy, my close friend took Ferdy's map, "Hei! They're right! She is like you so much!Hahaha!" Poppy laugh. Is that true? From where sight they can say I am like her? 
"Why you still ignore it? Okay tomorrow I'll bring her pic so that you can see her clearly," Said Ferdy.
"Hahaha!" Poppy still laughed.

It's true, the following day he brought a picture like this :
I was at the office room with my friends, Poppy and Gemni. "Kak! here I'll bring the picture," Ferdy gave me that pict.
"See, she is like you!" Rissa convince me.
"What's that?" Mr. Imam, the officer who hear our chat asked.
"Here! Look, don't you think she is like her?" Ferdy shows the pic to him.
"Hmm, Let me see," said Mr. Imam. He look at the pic once and then look at me once, "Yeah, she has some similar thing with her, who is she?"
"She is ayana JKT48!"
"Ah, come on!" I said. Poppy, Gemni, Ferdy, Rissa, and all people who was there laughed.

"Yeay! We have artist in our place! Ayana! Ayana!" Rissa shouted.
"I wonder this place will be fulled of people if they know AyanaJKT48 is study here! Hahaha!" said Ferdy.
"How if we put this photo on announcement board? It will be hottest news!" Rissa and Ferdy ran to announcement board and put Ayana's photo there.
"Ayana! Ayana!" Rissa called me.
"I think Ayana is like her, instead. since you was born four years first before Ayana, right?" Ferdy comment.
"Hahaha! It's up to you, guys!" I answered.
"We should tell people that we meet AyanaJKT48 almost everyday! Hahaha,"
"How if you have family relation with her? you are like Ayana so much, Kak!" Said Rissa.
I answered their comment with smile. "Ayana! Ayana!"

Since that moment, my friends will remember me when there is JKT48, especially Ayana, on television. You know Mega Konser JKT48? Many of my friends send me message like "Hey, you on television right now! Hahaha," and so on.
Finally I curious to see her then I watched that concert and hey, she is like me! (you should see her from long long distance and you'll find our similarity) hehehe.

Do you know? Before Ayana, there is a girl that several people said she is like me too. But this opinion not have many agreement like Ayana now.
wanna know her? hmm.. her initial is M guess her! hahaha.

However, I am me, not somebody else. Thankyou :)

selca season ^^

let me talk about snow

Snow is white. if the snow is always white?  I don't know.
Have you ever imagine snow with other color? It will be more beautiful than usual snow ? I don't lnow.
Why your answer is always don't know? I don't know, I never see snow directly, instead.

When I was child, I used to make something new from what I've seen on television.
Here we go !
There was a Taiwan's Drama called Snow Angel. Did you know that drama? I don't really remember the story, actually.
But every time I hear the word snow, my mind automatically recall that romantic thing, a freezing flower. Yeah, a flower that freeze. so sold and cool !
 
you just need water , plastic glass,  refrigerator (freezer), and flower- white rose will be soooo white ! :)it doesn't matter  if you want to try with another flowers .
first, put the flower into glass, fill the water and put that glass to refrigerator. wait for maybe one or two hours depend on how fast your refrigerator can make it freeze. put off the plastic glass
and tadaaaa! snow angel is on your hand.

sorry :( no pic

wanna try it ?

That Moment [Part 21]

Akhir-akhir ini Ramzi jadi sering gabung kalau kita nongkrong di kantin.

“Lo pada tahu Kiara, kan? Lo lihat ya, bentar lagi dia bakal jadi cewe gue!” Kata Ramzi di depan anak-anak termasuk gue.

“Najis lo, PD banget parah!” Komentar Rian.

“Berani taruhan berapa, lo Kiara bakal mau sama lo? Hahaha!” Suara gelak tawa anak-anak semakin meramaikan kantin. Dezan yang ikut tertawa langsung melihat gue yang sama sekali nggak ketawa.

“BRAK!” Tanpa sadar gue menggebrak meja, menghentikan tawa anak-anak yang lain. Gue muak denger mereka ketawa.

“Kenapa, lo, Riz?” Tanya Leo dan Arya bersamaan.

“Lo nggak usah nyebut-nyebut Kiara di sini, deh!” Bentak gue.

“Udah-udah. Bahas yang lain aja, deh!” Kata Dezan yang sepertinya bisa baca pikiran gue. Gue bakal ngebalikin ini meja kalau dia nyebut nama Kiara lagi. Sayangnya dia nggak ngungkit-ngungkit Kiara lagi. Brengsek tuh cowo.

***

“Kak Fariz! Lihat aku punya apa!” Gue lagi asik main PS tiba-tiba Adis mengibaskan dua lembar kertas kecil di depan layar tv.

“Awas, de, ah! Lagi seru, nih!”

“Kakak nggak mau ini?” Adis berdiri tepat di depan televisi dan terdengar suara game over dari televisi itu.

“Aduuh. Emang itu apaan, Dis?” Gue berusaha sabar.

“Ini tiket masuk wonder land, Kak. Adis dikasih ini sama teman Adis. Ayah teman Adis itu manajernya wonder land. Kakak mau nggak? Adis lagi baik, nih.”

“Emang kamu nggak mau tiket itu?”

“Aku masih punya tiga lagi kok.” Adis menyodorkan dua lembar tiket itu.

“Kenapa ngasih dua?”

“Emang kakak mau masuk wonder land sendirian?” Tanya Adis polos.

“Iya, ya. Hahaha! Kamu pinter juga, de! Hahaha!” gue mengacak-ngacak rambut Adis.

“Makasih, ya, Dis!”

Adis itu emang adik gue yang paling hebat, deh. Dia bisa baca pikiran kakaknya. Dengan begini gue bisa nebus kebodohan yang gue lakukan waktu Kiara ulang tahun. Gue bakal ajak dia ke wonder land!

Besoknya, gue nunggu waktu yang pas buat ngasih tiket ini ke dia. Jam istirahat adalah waktu yang tepat, karena semua anak bakal sibuk masing-masing, jadi nggak akan ada suara berisik yang ngecengin gue waktu gue ngasih tiket ini. Tumben banget hari ini Kiara nggak ada di kelas. Gue jadi harus keliling sekolah nyari dia yang ternyata lagi duduk sendirian di pinggir lapangan basket.

Di sisi lain, gue lihat Ramzi jalan ke arah Kiara duduk. Nggak! Jangan lagi!

“Woy, Ramzi!” Gue pura-pura menyapanya sehingga dia berbalik melihat gue.

“Eh, Riz!”

“Mau ke mana, lo?”

“Oh, gue mau nyamperin Kiara. Mumpung dia lagi sendiri.” Kata Ramzi enteng.

Tangan gue mengepal, rasanya gue mau langsung nonjok dia. Untungnya gue sadar kalau ini di sekolah, resikonya besar.

“Sebelum lo deketin dia, kayaknya lo harus tahu sesuatu deh, Zi.”

“Apaan?”

“Lo nggak usah deh, coba-coba deketin Kiara!”

“Haha. Maksud lo apa? Lo mau saingan sama gue?” Ramzi nantang.

“Sadar dong lo lagi ngomong sama siapa!”

“Lo tuh ngomong nggak nyantai amat. Emang lo siapa?”

“Gue pacarnya Kiara! Puas lo!”

“Lo? Pacarnya Kiara? Ngeliat lo berdua sama dia aja gue nggak pernah. Terus sekarang gue harus percaya lo cowonya Kiara? Lucu!”

Sialan! Ramzi benar, gue emang nggak pernah berduaan sama Kiara. Wajar kalau dia nggak percaya kalau gue cowonya.

“Sekarang gini, deh. Kalau lo emang cowonya Kiara, lo buktiin dong!”

“Nggak perlu bukti-buktian! Kalau lo masih pengen temenan sama gue, lo jangan pernah ganggu dia!”

Gue langsung jalan menghampiri Kiara dan duduk sangat dekat disampingnya. Baru kali ini gue duduk sedekat ini sama dia. Dia emang benar-benar cantik. Berada disamping dia sedekat ini membuat gue nggak bisa ngomong apa-apa dalam beberapa detik. Ini kesempatan gue buat ngasih tiket wonder land ke Kiara. Tanpa berkata apa-apa,  gue langsung kasih tiket itu.

“Apa ini?” Tanya kiara.

“Tiket masuk wonder land. Hari Minggu, aku tunggu kamu di pintu masuk, ya!”

Tanpa berkata apa-apa lagi gue langsung berlari meninggalkan Kiara. Gue cukup nervous sekarang. Gue tahu Ramzi merhatiin apa yang gue lakukan barusan. Peduli apa gue sama dia, yang penting gue udah kasih dia peringatan. Sekali lagi gue lihat dia deketin Kiara, habis lo, Zi!

That Moment [Part 20]

Tepat jam dua belas lewat satu menit, handphone gue bunyi. Bunyi alarm yang mengingatkan gue kalau sekarang sudah tanggal 24 Oktober. Hari ulang tahun Kiara. Masih setengah sadar gue bangun tanpa nyalain lampu kamar. Gue bersandar ke dinding kamar. Space bar di handphone gue masih berkedip-kedip.

Baru kali ini gue bingung mau nulis apa di sms. Gue nggak bisa bayangin kalau dia ada di depan gue sekarang. Saking bingungnya, akhirnya gue putuskan buat ngucapin selamat ulang tahun seadanya. Benar-benar apa adanya, ‘Happy Birthday’ - send. Gue nggak tahu mau nulis apa lagi, gue yang biasanya jago ngegombal dan merangkai kata-kata,  kali ini benar-benar nggak bisa berkata-kata.

Meskipun cahaya kamar gue cuma diterangi sama glow in the dark, gue bisa lihat kotak coklat yang kemarin lusa gue beli di meja belajar gue. Besok gue bakal kasih coklat itu ke Kiara. “Happy birthday, Kiara, I love you.” Bisik gue ke handphone gue.

Pagi ini gue sengaja berangkat ke sekolah lima menit lebih pagi dari biasanya. Nggak ada yang beda, suasana sekolah pagi ini sama aja kaya biasanya. Kelas masih sepi, cuma ada beberapa orang yang lagi sibuk ngerjain PR. Kiara juga belum datang. Masih menggendong tas ransel, gue bersandar di bangku tempat gue duduk.

Nggak lama setelah itu, gue nggak sengaja lihat Ramzi mengintip kelas gue dari jendela. Seperti lagi mencari orang. Pandangan matanya tertuju pada bangku kosong di depan gue. Bangkunya Kiara. Setelah itu dia pergi. Penasaran, gue keluar kelas melihat arah dia pergi. Dia nggak sadar gue mengawasi gerak-geriknya dari jauh.

“Riz, lo nggak masuk kelas?” Pertanyaan Gifary  memecah konsentrasi gue.

“Eh, Gi! Nanti-nanti.”

“Lo udah ngerjain PR matematika?” Tanya Gifary lagi.

“Udah, dong!”

“Wah! Curang lo! Lihat dong!” Gifary memukul pundak gue.

“Woo! Nih, nih.” Gue langsung mencari buku matematika dan memberikannya pada Gifary.

“Thanks, bro!” Akhirnya dia pergi juga.

Akibat sapaan Gifary tadi gue jadi nggak lihat ke mana Ramzi pergi. Ke mana tuh anak? Gue jalan pelan-pelan sampai akhirnya gue mundur tiga langkah dan berdiri dibaelakang pot bunga. Dia lagi ngobrol sama Kiara dan ngasih kotak kecil. Apa-apaan tuh anak? Minta digampar.

Lima menit kemudian Ramzi pergi ke kelasnya. Untungnya dia nggak lihat  gue. Kiara masih berdiri di tempat tadi, melihat kotak kecil pemberian Ramzi. Gue menghampiri dia, kayaknya dia kaget melihat gue udah ada di depannya. Sebenarnya gue lebih kaget waktu lihat Ramzi ngasih kotak itu ke dia.

“Ciee, yang ulang tahun, udah dapet kado aja. Dari siapa, tuh?”

“Hm? Ini, ya. Aku nggak tahu siapa namanya.. kayanya sih dia anak kelas….”

“Ramzi,” Kiara diam. “Namanya Ramzi. Anak kelas X-3.” Gue langsung berbalik dan jalan ke kelas. Jadi dia nggak kenal si Ramzi. Baguslah. 

Di kelas, anak-anak udah rame dan tambah rame setelah Kiara masuk ke kelas. Mereka bernyanyi “Happy birthday” buat Kiara. Gue yang sebenarnya masih gondok sama Ramzi terpaksa ikutan tepuk tangan. Dari tatapannya, gue bisa lihat Kiara senang banget. Gue juga senang lihat dia tersenyum seperti itu, cantik. Gue cuma nggak seneng dia masih megang kotak kecil itu.

“Waah, kado dari siapa? Dari Fariz, ya?” Pertanyaan Talita membuat penghuni kelas melihat ke arah gue. Termasuk Kiara. Pertanyaan itu bikin gue tambah gedek aja sama si Ramzi.

“Bukan!” Kata itu otomatis keluar dari mulut gue yang lagi-lagi  mendapat perhatian anak-anak satu kelas.

“Buka, dong, buka!” Ini suara si Talita bisa dikecilin sedikit, nggak, sih?

“Iya, buka, dong!” Gue ikut-ikutan.

“Nggak usah di buka, Ra! Buang aja ke tong sampah!”  Dalam hati gue.

Gue pura-pura baca buku sampai Talita heboh, “Waaaah gelang mahkota. Bagus banget! Buat gue, ya! Haha.”

Jadi itu isinya. Gila, bagus banget. Gelang kaya begitu pasti mahal. Kiara pasti suka banget sama  gelang sialan itu. Ck!

Sampai jam pelajaran terakhir gue masih kebayang-bayang gelang mahkota itu. Pelajaran terakhir hari ini adalah pelajaran sejarah. Kenapa harus pelajaran sejarah yang menjadi penutup hari ini. Ibu Lia menyuruh kami membaca materi sejarah tentang zaman peralihan secara bergantian. Ini membosankan. Untungnya gelang itu nggak dipake sama Kiara. Gue nggak tahu apa jadinya kalau dia pake gelang itu.

“Fariz,” Kata Ibu Lia.

“Hah?”

“Lanjutkan bacaan teman kamu tadi.” Mati gue! Apa yang tadi dibaca terakhir aja gue nggak tau, gimana gue bisa lanjutin?

“Tadi emang siapa yang baca?” Gue nanya ke Dezan.

“Ayo, Fariz,” Kata Ibu Lia lagi.

Dezan  menunjuk paragraf yang harus gue baca. Gue langsung membaca paragraf itu sampai Ibu Lia menyebut nama anak yang lain. Fyuh… Jujur, gue nggak tahu dan nggak ngerti sama apa yang barusan gue baca.

“Lo kenapa, Riz? Sakit?” Tanya Dezan.

“Ngantuk gue!” Dezan tertawa.

Akhirnya bel yang selalu dirindukan oleh semua anak sekolah berbunyi. Ya, bel pulang sekolah. Setelah berdoa, semua anak sibuk merapikan barang-barangnya, bahkan ada yang sudah merapikan barangnya setengah jam sebelum bel berbunyi sehingga saat bel berbunyi, mereka tinggal pasang ancang-ancang keluar kelas, seperti Dezan yang langsung berlari keluar kelas waktu gue masih masukin buku-buku ke dalam tas.

Gue nggak sengaja megang coklat yang terselip diantara buku-buku pelajaran. Kiara masih sibuk sama buku-bukunya. Satu tangan gue masih menggenggam coklat yang ada di dalam tas. Sekarang Kiara melihat gue. Gue melepas coklat itu membiarkannya bersatu sama buku-buku pelajaran lain dan cepat-cepat menutup tas gue.

“Aku pulang duluan, ya. Kamu hati-hati.” Kata-kata yang kebiasaan gue ucapkan ke Kiara sebelum gue pulang. Kiara mengangguk. Gue langsung lari keluar kelas. Coklat gue ini nggak ada gunanya. Kalaupun gue kasih, paling udah meleleh. Kalau dibandingkan sama hadiah dari Ramzi, hadiah gue nggak ada apa-apanya, gue udah kalah telak.

Hari ini cewe gue ulang tahun dan gue, pacarnya, nggak ngasih apa-apa dihari ulang tahun dia. Bego! Bego! Sambil turun tangga, gue memukul dinding yang ada di samping kanan. Anak-anak yang melihat kelakuan gue kaget dan berbisik-bisik dengan yang lain. Tapi gue nggak peduli.