To The Man Who Broke My Heart
7. Lost Taste Stay Hamp

I bit the lips that started to shake. I cleared my throat of the stifling feeling. Can't cry, Kay. You can't cry. You must be strong. You have done your best to maintain your relationship. You're trying your best to make Harris happy. It's just that now Harris' happiness isn't in your grasp anymore. Harris's happiness isn't the same as yours anymore. So, what can I do. There is nothing you can do but leave. After all, you don't want to force people who obviously don't want you anymore to stay by your side, do you? Hence, don't cry. Okay, just accept it.

The monologue I was doing in my heart accompanied the step towards the car I parked in front of the one-story fence. I managed to keep the balance of steps. I managed to control the emotions. Even in the car, I could start the engine properly even though my hands were trembling slightly.

But I'm not crying. Not a single tear came out and poked on the cheek. Not once have I stolen a look back. No. gabe. I really did make it through the test.

Uh. If only he knew that now I could mean it with my words.

****

Twenty minutes later I arrived at my room. Although managed to hold the flavor in front of Harris, the trip back to the boarding turned out to give a different effect. The further away I am from the house I have visited so often over the past two years, the more strange the taste. When I got to Kosan, when the car I was driving was parked well in the garage, everything just felt bad. I quickly entered my room not far from there.

Behind the bedroom door, I felt my eyes start to cloud, my chest started to rumble. Lightning and lightning alternately grabbed this feeling of love. It hurts, it hurts so much, that all that is left in the taste is emptiness. Nothing else, everything I've ever felt was just wiped away.

However, one thing that could be good news among thousands of this ugliness and pain is that now that my eyes are open, I am no longer blinded by love. It turned out that all this time everything I got was fake, the man's feelings were just something pseudo. I'm the only one who's too hopeful for a human being who might never assume. I'm the only silly human who wishes to other human children.

In Kalakian, the bright light on the phone screen on the table returned me to reality. Half-conscious and heartless, I answered the phone.

“Ya?”

“Me and you are nothing more. From now on assume that we have never known!” The voice across there blared through the speaker of the phone.

“Hm.” A murmur alone is enough, I've resigned. What am I supposed to say again? Indeed, I have told more or less the same thing to him, right? However, not yet finished, the connection had already been severed.

Ah, ah, ah. The ego that Harrisky Ilham possessed would not allow others to be the last to speak. He has to be the one with the final say.

I am totally fine with that.

I kept the phone out of my ear, I turned off my phone. End. Done it. One thing that I once hoped would end well has now run aground in the middle of the road.

However, if you feel it again, strangely I feel very. I don't know why my chest is becoming a little more. Suddenly a smile curled up on my face.

It’s a new beginning.

....

Is that really a new beginning for me?Is it time for me to fall back in love?

Am I ready?

Hm. I don't know.

****

Kak Raya stole a glance towards my phone screen. I who felt no need to hide anything let him see what was there.

“That's Che?” ask again with more enthusiasm.

I just nodded indifferently.

We were at a henna tattoo shop on the third floor of The Plaza. Because I'm stuck with thesis material, this is where I hope to get inspiration. I hope changing the atmosphere and giving time out to the brain can make it fresher a little. Before I finish it again later.

And who knows the inspiration is in the form of a key tone G with a cursive writing on the side. After that, I took a picture and made the small picture under my wrist as a status on WhatsApp.

Not long after, I felt my phone ringing. Beeps. Beeps. Beeps.

Bang Budi: where is the location of his Rock ‘n Roll tattoo if the writing is still the thesis?

My fingers then floated typing a reply message for him.

Me: I don’t know

Me : Just love it

I closed the messaging application again and focused on continuing the people watching activities I did while waiting for Kak Raya tattoo completed. Contrary to my simple and small possessions, Kak Raya chose a large and complicated lotus flower to draw on the upper arm of her hand.

By the way, my communication with Bang Che—which I saved with his real name—became more after I added it to my contact list at that time. Not only was the chat pleasantries ordinary, he also began to often tag me in his posts or comments on a post on social media. It is quite entertaining at certain times, but at most other times, I feel very tired.

Never mind, Kay, there's no harm in being polite to Bang Ch, right? Don't forget. He is Bang Riko's best friend. And Bang Riko is the girlfriend of a senior as well as a person who has often been a friend of your streets lately. I reminded myself.

Based on that, then I still try to respond even half-heartedly. Beeps. Beeps. Beeps. A chat came back to my phone.

Bang Budi: friends on nanyain what is between the two of us. What should I explain to them?

He ended the message with a grinning emoji showing off a row of teeth.

Yes Tuha. What else is this? Anyway, what's there to question, anyway?

Bang Che, Bang Che. My heart grumbled inexhaustibly to see the guy. I then typed in the reply chat.

Me: What should happen to two people who only reply to mentions in social media, Bang?

Me: what is really going on? We just tagged each other on Twitter and ig, right?

To be continued ....