Dear You

"Okay, let's end this biology lesson with a prayer. Grace, please lead the pray" said mrs.Diana, my biology teacher.

"According to individual beliefs, pray begins," said Grace leading. "Pray enough."

I packed my stationery in my bag and walked out of the classroom.

Just a few steps, a boy my age calls me, I know him. He is Wildan, my best friend.

"Are you going home?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Don't you want to hang out?"

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know. To the mall, maybe."

"I don't have money. I'm also lazy to hang out, Wil." I said softly.

"It's okay. I'll just asks Lula."

"Okay. I'll go home." I said goodbye.

"Be carefull on the road, La," said Wildan, waving his hand.

I gave my thumbs up, then walked towards the school parking lot to take my motorbike.

It didn't take long for me to arrive home, because the distance between my house and my school was not too far, maybe about two kilometers.

I saw three bicycles parked in the yard. Who's home today? I asked my self.

I parked my bike in a row with the thress bikes and entered the house.

"That's my eldest daughter," said my mom, pointing at me who was still standing in the doorway.

I saw strange man who woke up and sat down when he saw my presence. My eyes sparkled to find John, the man I liked was also among the three men who visited.

The first person I greeted was John of course. I greeted him happily. Then I shook the hand of Bram and a strange man in a grey shirt.

"He is my lil bro. his name is Arga," said Bram introducing the foreign man.

Me and Arga shake hands.

"Ella."

"Arga."

I sat next to John, purposely to seek his attention.

But John is still John. That man was forever cold and stiff. Not Arga and Bram, who seemed very enthusiastic is responding to my words. While John himself only smiled a little every time I teased him.

"John, later when I become a doctor, you must be diligent in visiting me. I'll take care of you." I said starting with my seduction sentence.

"Listen, John. Doctor girl is a dream wife, you know?" said Arga teasingly.

John's face turned bright red because of Arga's teasing.

I laugh happily because of Arga's presence. Maybe that man could be the mediator between me and John.

In my heart said, if I can melt the heart of a John, I will treat Arga two portions of jumbo meatballs. I promise.

Oh no, I almost forgot. Don't I have to have John's phone number so that my plan to melt his heart can run smoothly? But how? I'm too prestigious to be blatant.

"Arga, can I have your phone number?" I asked.

Arga who heard that became shocked. "Me?"

I nodded. Then the man started to say his number phone.

"John, can I have your phone number?" Now I dare myself to ask for his phone number.

I glanced at Arga who smiled mischievously at John as if he wanted to say that I started seducing John.

I pointed my middle finger at Arga, making the man laugh with satisfaction.

To my surprise, John actually wanted to give me his number. He even typed it himself on my cellphone.

I stick my tongue out at Arga – scoffing that I can get John's cellphone number.

"Tonight you are satisfied with your approach. I'll wait for your dating news," said Arga again teasingly.

I don't know what Arga was created as a human, why at the first meeting that man had a hobby of making me blush and his friend turning red like a boiled crab.

That's right what Arga said. At night my fingers were busy typing word for word into John's message. I'm too excited to continue to reply to messages to that hazel-eyed man.

Me: Where are u doing, John

Let's have a video call

Long enough I waited for the message reply. He's online, but why isn't replying to my messages? Am I not important to him?

Ah, come on, La. You just got the number, not the heart. He gave his number doesn't mean he likes you. Be patient a little, I thought to myself to encourage.

Okay, I'll be patient.

My heart fluttered when I saw him typing. Long time. I don't know what he wanted to say to me.

Two minutes passed, the status was still typing.

My heart is beating fast. My expectations ran wild at the thought of what this man would convey to me. Maybe he will confess his feelings? Is it as fast as that?

Tiiinggg...

Sweet John: I'm busy

U must go to sleep

I packed my smartphone. What does this mean?

After many minutes I waited, was that the only answer?

Tiiingggg...

Again a message came to my cellphone.

I excitedly opened it. But the look on my face changed when I found that the sender of the message was not John, but Arga.

Arga: Ella, it's already late. Why don't you sleep?

Ah, why is it that messages from people I don't want come in?

Tiinggg...

Another message from Arga that come in.

Arga: Haven't u slept yet?

Remember, don't sleep late at night. Tomorrow u still have additional class.

Ah, how can Arga know if I have additional class tomorrow? Did he find out about me?

But a few minutes later I remembered that I said earlier that I was currently busy preparing for the national exam and admission to state universities.

Huh, being in the late class makes me foret fast.

I closed my cellphone.

But a few minutes later, a message returned to my cellphone. Who else but Arga? It's impossible if John sent me a message right?

Arga sent a pict

I opened the photo he sent. Then a moment later I regretted it.

Why did he send me his selfie? And stupidly I spent 20 MB just to download the photo. Stupid!

I put my cellphone on the nightstand. I walked to the balcony of the house with a cup of cold milk.

From here I can see the bustle of the capital's busy and dense streets. Even on a Saturday night like this too.

I was so engrossed in enjoying the night that I didn't realize that the clock was already 11.40 p.m.

I don't care if there is still additional class tomorrow at 08.00 a.m. I can still wake up at 07.00 a.m., take a 10 minutes shower, and hurry to school.

I can definitely do the marathon tomorrow. I'm used to being like that. Getting up late is my specialty.