To The Man Who Broke My Heart
3. Budi is Che

All our orders are spent telling us anything. For almost an hour we sat down, suddenly Kak Raya waved her hand towards my back. He seems to have seen someone he knows. Curiosity also made me look.

But, ups! It turned out that he was waving to not only the person he knew, but was well known and knew him outside and, uhuk, inside, Bang Riko, the girlfriend, and the entourage. The troupe consists of one of Riko's majors, who are also the complete personnel of their band. And obviously, all of them were my seniors on campus.

Ah, one Kak Raya alone is more than enough for me especially now there are five additional people? Plus now I don't want to socialize and make small talk. Argha!

From the five seniors who were there, other than Bang Riko, I only knew one more person, Bang Che. Che's? Yes, Che. According to a story from a reliable source, Kak Raya— who else?, the real name of one of his girlfriend's friends is Budi. Budi doang, Budi ajah, or just Budi. There are no other frills. Because according to him personally the name Budi has been too mainstream in the SD textbooks and his love for a character named Che Guevara who is great in his field is—sorry, he said, I can't give more details about the character because I don't know who Che Guevara is. LOL—dia changed her call with Che.

Meeting since the first year of college did not necessarily make us close, just ordinary. Just throw a smile at each other, say hello to each other, a light joke that Bang Che (always) throws and I will reply with a big laugh when supported by circumstances.

I at that time also decided to add him as a friend on the social network Facebook, follow his twitter and Instagram accounts even after Kak Raya assured me— with coercion of course, if Bang Che is one of the seniors who “influenced” in our faculty. I don't know what the influence of existence has on my life. Clearly, there I was able to grasp the daei intent of those words. If Bang Che is an influential figure for the continuity of his relationship and Bang Riko.

When the seniors were busy throwing their silly statements—Yes God, I didn't expect it to turn out that outside of campus they could be as ridiculous and as crazy as this, me, I, the honest ones who don't understand what they're talking about are just trying to keep themselves busy with e-books on my Kindle while insisting on hiding the raging feelings in the heart.

Ah, another heart.

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Scrolls. Scrolls. Scrolls.

I was wasting my time looking at the status people were uploading on my phone. Like the endless ringing thought I saw the habits of my own friends. There was just his behavior. Speak

dirty words, expressing feelings of disappointment in the girlfriend who was late to pick up to go to college, regretting the fate that never changed, and many complaints

other complaints. There is a hobby of putting up friendly photos with girlfriends, selfie photos, obscure photos. There are promotions of merchandise, pirated status, assortment.

A lot of things are happening out there, but my condition is just this.

Risk of a broken heart introvert.

Beeps. Beeps. Beeps. My phone's clanging to signal that a message is coming in.

Kak Raya: Kay, this is Che's number

Kak Raya: save yes

Brother Kingdom: 0812-6161-2332

I groan. Oh, my God! What else, anyway, this? Why is Kak Raya acting like this, anyway? Whatdoes thatmean? Does he not understand that in this way he has put me in a bad position? Now, after reading this message I can't possibly not keep the number he gave me, dong? Aye, right?

But then again, there's nothing I can do about it. Inevitably, I ended up keeping the new number.

Che is now a contact.

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"I've tried to hold on, Geko. Trying to accept all our humanity while repairing the damage to your heart that I may have caused. But, with your heart being repaired, you can still play. What else do I have to do?” I expressed my despair at the man who also looked equally anxious.

“We can try again from the beginning, right, Kay Dear? We can assume that nothing happened between us before. We can erase what happened. We can begin to build our relationship by opening up a new leaf again. We're doing just fine. We'll be fine in the future. Let's try. We certainly can. Must be. Yes?”

Instead of getting happier, my heart was cringing. It's getting deeper and deeper into the black hole floating in space. How could he say such a thing? How could he ask me to do all that? How could I forget the betrayal he had committed a while ago. He's been in a relationship with another girl behind my back while he still confesses love to me. How could he say all that?

How to remove what has happened from the heart and the head?

The man in Kalakian clasped my hand so tightly, as if reluctant to let go. It was clear that she was trying to get my heart back, the woman who had been sincerely loving her all this time.

I'm sure that he finally realized, what he did before this was a big mistake. Harris has felt the loss of me ever since I left her rented house. He "seems" unwilling to lose the same person, again. “I don't know, Ris. I don't know what to do now.”

Even though it was broken, my heart could never lie to him. My feelings are messed up, I'm really confused. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say?

Is trying to repeat everything from the beginning and pretend nothing happened between them something I want? Am I sure everything will go fine, as he repeatedly said? How could he be certain of that and prevent the same from happening again in the future?

How could he ask that of me? Forgetting the affair that happened? Where is his heart?

“You don't have to do anything because I told you nothing happened between us, right? We're doing just fine. Yeah, right, sweetie? What's again? What else do you want? All we have to do now is behave as usual. I love you and you love me. We are two lovebirds drunk romance.”

Harris then pulled me into his arms, one of my favorite places in the world. Gently stroked my hair, gently. He treated me with love. I knew he was doing all of that in the hope that his gentle and loving treatment would bring me back to him, just as it had been.

And as I said, Harris was right.

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To be continued ....