To The Man Who Broke My Heart
2. The Seniority Trap

I turned my gaze from the man before me to the girl standing beside him blankly. Not the question I expected, but the statement, the answer. And definitely not from that young girl. I don't know why I can still think like this. Let's answer first, maybe it can provoke an answer to my own question later. In kalakian I held out my hand. “I'm Kayra Salim, Kayra. I'm his girlfriend Harris.”

Instead of welcoming my hand, the girl who looks new tastes being a student then answers with. “Pacar? Bang Harris says he doesn't have a girlfriend.”

Is there lightning in this bright starry night? Or am I in the middle of a high-voltage electric current? Am I freefalling from a skyscraper?

I really hope so, but it's not so real. A reality that, to be honest, I don't want to face.

I returned my gaze to Harris who was now also challenging my gaze while frowning. Not because of confusion, but more to feel .. upset. Then I looked at the same girl.

Ah ....

A moment later I realized, it seemed like my presence there was not expected by anyone, even by the person I was very much expecting.

The pain began to slip even deeper. Now not only the heart, the bones also feel the pain.

I gathered consciousness that was a few seconds ago to dust. I have a bloody feeling. I also added that the power that had been at the lowest point for a moment. Then, I looked up. “Oh? Then, all right. I think everything's clear. Harris, thank you very much, yes.” Not forgetting I put on my best smile, before turning around and passing.

....

“Kakak, why is it again, anyway? I don't want to talk about it, ah. Lazy.”

I was finally able to reveal what I wanted to reveal because I did not want to repeat the scene that followed those memories. I do not want to remember how destroyed I was afterwards, so I had to stop driving and pull over the car on the side of the road because the sedu and sedan that controlled the body so that it shook it violently. I don't want to remember how lonely I was then. Roaring alone in the car with my mouth tightly shut so that the world could not know this lamentation of the heart. I don't want to ....

Many do not want me to remember, but I never managed to forget all that.

It has become a habit of mine lately indeed, avoiding questions that will destroy my own feelings. And it has become a habit of Kak Raya as well, asking about things that involve feelings. Sometimes I feel like what he's doing is like a compulsion to vent.

“Eits, you don't get me wrong. I don't want to upset you anymore, you know. I want to move on instead. There are still a lot of guys, right? Riko's friend is not much? Choose one of them. How's it? Okay, yeah?” Then, his sentences closed with a heartless-sounding laugh.

To me.

However, I am also not too eager to confront Kak Raya about it. I don't want to do anything right now actually. “Iyaaaaaa,” I said without attention while turning my eyes to the window next to our seat.

Is it hard to just say yes, right?

****

I ran around to the group of some young adult women. Too excited to immediately embrace after so many days not to meet. They are my friends. The person who has been with me for almost three years. Lulu, Anggre, Mimi, and Wide. Lulu and Anggre are the original inhabitants of Padang city. Only Mimi and I came from out of town and were boarding kids in the same house. Despite having different majors, we were miraculously able to maintain the friendship that was established from the first time we met at a student orientation activity held by the university.

We had made an appointment to meet in front of the campus gate. We will spend the day walking all day. Because of the busyness that mounts for each class and scriptiku—ya, they are still completing their courses, we so rarely meet. Therefore, it is only natural that I prefer to travel with them rather than take care of organizations or things like that. And, as before, we made Bukittinggi a city of escape. People who are already saturated with the atmosphere of the hot and busy city of Padang will probably agree with us.

****

....

“I love him, Honey, forgive me.”

I could only remain silent, looking into the eyes of the man before me, whom I loved with all my chest.

“Darling, I beg you. You say, don't shut up. I'm so confused that you keep quiet like this. Just so you know, I still love you too. I still love you, Kay.”

The fractured earth then shook violently. Destroying the despair and taste that has been residing in the soul. My mind immediately whimpered, unable to bear the pain.

Without a word, I passed (again).

....

****

“You made me shop first, we just hung out. Okay?”

“Ready, execute, Senior!”

Again. Today happened like a few previous occasions, I was trapped in the trap Kak Raya who initially invited to meet with bored reasons, but in the end she confessed, “Temenin I shopping for graduation preparations, but in the end she confessed, yes?” His sentence did not forget to be ended by his peculiar rarity.

What kind of trap is this?

Most annoying indeed, accompany a woman to shop when we have no mentahan to spend. The raw I mean here is the intention, yes, the intention to go outside of the room, the intention to go outside of the house. And that's what's happening to me. Kak Raya, whose incident is also a woman must know this fact, and maybe that is why she set a strategy to trap me as she has done.

Duh. Really sucks. However, I can't do anything.

Satisfied lingering in one store, we then moved to another store, and another, then another until .. after three hours of exploration it was finally finished too. Oh, thank you so much, God.

“Thank you very much, yes, Dedek, you've been wanting to keep your brother up all day. The same shoes are a lot of funny, right, huh?" He then chuckled again. "Duh, thirsty. His fatigue was also new. What do you want pesen? I'm the one who bought.”

The last three words, I'm the deal. “Emang should have been the brother who bought it, right?” I said half-jokingly, but more seriously, anyway. He was the one who was supposed to treat me because he had already knowingly trapped me into this seniority trap.

Huft.

To be continued ....