The Romance of Earth and Blue
PART 43 – Heartbroken Again

I entered the bookstore in a hurry. After putting my backpack in the daycare room, I headed straight for the second floor, my favorite place here. Unlike the first floor which is quite crowded, here is much quieter. Maybe because some people have been able to find the book they are looking for there so they do not go here.

I went straight to the back shelf. There is a reading chair provided. I immediately sat there staring blankly at the cookbooks in front of me. The pain returned as if gnawing at my heart slowly.

When the sound of the music changed with a stomping rhythm, that was when I sobbed. Remembering Blue. Remembering the fact that he's not mine anymore. I should be able to let Blue treat other women the way she treated me. I'm not willing. Honestly, I was selfish, I was stupid, I-I don't know, so many things I regret about myself.

My crying came to a halt for a moment as I felt something fall over my head. I turned my head and found Bima who put down her dongker-colored hoodie to cover my head.

He walked over and sat down next to me while picking up one of the recipe books in front of us. “I was expecting you to cry. Really guessed. It's a bookstore, Earth. You can be sent away crying here,” he said calmly as he turned back sheet by sheet from the book.

I wiped my tears.

“Why are you here? Didn't you go home?” ask me with a hoarse voice.

“Keep your broken heart?”

I'm speechless.

“Selesain first cry, I wait,” he said while tidying up his hoodie to cover half my face. Apparently Bima really helped me not to be embarrassed crying in public places.

As he wished, I let go of all these feelings. For 15 minutes, I was finally satisfied crying. No more tears could come down. Since earlier next to me, Bima was only serious about the random books she read. It was as if he did not hear my sobbing and covered me every time a visitor approached us.

“Udah?” tanyakanya.

I'm nodding.

“Your eyes are swollen.”

I nodded again.It has become a habit that my eyes often swell every time I cry. I must be so messy by now.

“Wait here,” said Bima then left me without even having time to ask where she went. About a few minutes, Bima returned while carrying a small package in her hand. “Nih, I bought under.”

He gave me sunglasses.

“You want people to worry about those swollen, red eyes?” he asked as I only looked at it doubtfully.

I finally shook my head and took it. Fortunately Bima is really good at choosing, he chose a shape that still looks stylish and not strange to use during the day.

I'm nodding. We walked side by side out of the store.My body felt very light. Maybe because I've been removing a lot of body fluids.

When I was in front, I sat on the sidewalk. “You're home, I'm waiting for you,” I said to him. “and thanks for the glasses.”

Bima nodded but instead sat down next to me.

“Sana go home,” tell me again.

“Iya later if your father has come,” he said with super relaxed.

I don't have the energy to argue with him. I pulled my phone out of my backpack to contact my dad that I was in front of his office and wanted to go home together.

“One more week study tour right? Are you ready?” tanya Bima started the conversation. He really kept his promise not to be awkward with me.

I even forgot about it because it's been too busy lately.

“Not nyiapin anything,” I said.

Bima nodded. Then he asked me to talk about some of our friends. I do not think if it turns out Bima has a lot of knowledge about the rumors.well, no wonder anyway. Bima's friendship is really broad, he can enter in any friendship. For extroverts it seems like it will not be difficult to get the facts.

Dad finally came, I was quite relieved to want to go home quickly. I got up from my seat, ready to approach my father.

Previously I turned to Bima who also rose with me.

“Where are you?” I asked who saw him coming to my dad's car. He greeted my father while greeting him. Bima is indeed very socialist, he has even been seen chatting with his father excitingly in less than 2 minutes.

I approached dad. “Bim, hoodiemu,” I said while giving the hoodie dongker to the owner.

“Bring aja,” said.

I shake strongly. Bima finally received the hoodie. “Thank you udaah nganterin here,” ucaapku to him.

Bima nodded.

After Bima's death, I only remember everything that happened today. It turns out that it is true the saying, ready to fall in love, must also be ready for heartbreak.