Hope.

Sweat of sweat as big as corn seeds began to produce my body. It flows from the forehead to the cheeks, from the hands falling and blowing in the wind, flowing in the legs covered in school trousers. With all my strength I pedal a bicycle pedal in the morning. Not as usual it feels very heavy, maybe because of the time I kept on pedaling as hard as possible, so my stamina continues to be drained.

Regardless of other road users and thought long, I broke through a red light at the intersection. The horns of cars and motorcycles seemed to break through my eardrums. The faces of other road riders who were annoyed with my behavior were briefly captured in my eyeballs, but I did not have time to ignore them.
"In my heart," sorry sorry "I shout for the road users who feel annoyed by riding my careless bike.

I have to rush to school so it will not be late. I do not usually like this, because last night I had to find teddy bears and red roses I put in my bag, and make my bag look more than usual, to give to my classmate Anggi, who is from the first grade sma I feel for her and now I'm second class sma. And today I determined to express my feelings to him no matter what my feelings had to be conveyed. Although I know that it will not be easy. Because Anggi is notorious and not sociable, tend to be aloof, the morning is delivered and the home is picked up, and she is also often absent fitting sports hours, but that's what makes me more curious about him.



The legs are in my chest because I made it into the school gate just before the security guard closed the school gate. In class as usual I sit in my usual seat. My eyes began to search for the presence of Anggi, to the right, and to the left nor did I see its existence, I saw the empty seat, which was two stools to the right from my seat.

Tetttt, the bell without going in went. But neither did I see the figure of Anggi sitting neatly in his seat like the day before
"Maybe he can not be here today," I said to myself, sighing deeply.

The next day, like yesterday Anggi did not show himself in school. Similarly three days ahead, Anggi seemed lost in the summer breeze that month.
With all my strength I gathered my courage to ask Anggi's condition to my class guardian, at rest. It seemed odd to me after my homeroom teacher heard Anggi's name as she was surprised, and did not say a word, she just gave me a piece of paper whose contents were Anggi's address to me.
"Jalan gunung puri, beautiful beaches housing, no: 13" more or less that's the content.

After school, with such great curiosity, I took a taxi with the dolls and roses I was about to give to Anggi, when I expressed my feelings later. I gave the address to the taxi driver, about half an hour passed, my heart was not dak, dik, duk imagine whether Anggi would accept me or not, I ended up stopping at a two-story house with a very large white fence, which I think is quite luxurious.
"My heart is increasingly not, dik, duk see his house"

Tett ... tett ..., the sound of bells that squeeze are available outside the fence. There were about ten times I rang the bell, but no one seemed to be seen in the vast courtyard of the house. Tett ... tett ... again pushed the bell of the house, not long afterwards appeared middle-aged man wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, black hat, and black trousers, opened the gate of the house

"Sorry deck, adek looking for who ya" The security guard immediately admonished me.
"Sorry sir I'm looking for Anggi, is this really his house?" I asked back.
"I 'yes it is true this adek who ya, is non Anggi's friend" With a slightly tense face and a slightly broken tone of the security guard answered me.
"Yes sir I am a school friend, I am afraid it is almost a week Anggi not go to school, it is Anggi why yes sir?"

Without saying a word, the guard finally let me in and told me to wait in the luxurious living room, I think, with the carved wooden carvings and the paintings of animals that dominated the ornaments in the living room.

It was not long before finally an old lady brought a drinking water for her to serve me. Followed by a young woman wearing a long white shirt and a black skirt under her knees, and sitting on my front couch, looking at the dolls and flowers I put on the sofa to my left.
We talked for a long time about my school, how Anggi was at school, which I finally knew if she was her mother Anggi.

We've been talking for almost an hour, finally
"Can I meet Anggi?" My request interrupts the speaker.
"Well if that's what you want" With a little smile he said it.
Finally he brought me in front of a room that was on the second floor. And welcome me into that room. My mind started wandering around where, fears began to hit me
With my right hand I reach the door, and I open the door slowly. One step, two steps, three steps of my foot into the room.

As my heart stopped beating, smashed to pieces, my whole body began to stiffen, the doll and the flowers I held with my left hand fell to the floor, in unison with my tears that kept flowing, dripping down without being able to mangle, watching Anggi's state lying stiffly in place east, pale face, and attached breathing apparatus and heart detection device, the time seemed to stop spinning.
I looked at his mother who was already not strong enough to hold sadness, to see the state of his son now.
"What happened" I asked her mother.
Not a word came out of her mouth, the only tears that kept streaming down her cheeks ...