Among the Million Love
Chapter 24 ~Notes Of An Edwin's Heart

Edwin PoV

Grey Diary…

Arindya Romance, the beautiful girl my parents introduced me to. Just giving a picture of her who still uses a gray white uniform has made me fly high, imagined with what her beauty is now like, not to mention her intelligence that my mother told me. A medical graduate girl with a sum cumloude predicate at the level of the other strata.

Mama said we met at her 10th birthday party. Forgetting to remember the past events, which I know Mama used to take me to parties either party whatever I do not really know. My mom never introduced a girl to me except that one. Dysa, yes everyone calls him ‘Dysa’.

Cute, polite, graceful, beautiful, attractive, and genius. That was my first impression on the girl, remembering how funny it was when she yelled at her house saying ‘ Ma? Forgive Dysa, Ma. Dysa met the last patient. Mama don't be mad, don't omelin Dysa. Then old cepet.' So innocent the girl was acting. I like it at first sight.

He was so polite when talking to my parents, occasionally looking down a smile when he accidentally looked me in the eye. I'm getting made to float when I'm around him. Until after that day, her mother asked me to know more and more about her daughter. Take her every time (even if it's too late, eit..Probably more than twice. Hehe.).

He accepted me, never uttered from his lips anything rude or to the point of hurting my heart. Just his attitude that sometimes jutek but I understand. Understandably, he is still in a labile age for ‘approach’ affairs.

Gradually, I got to know more about him. He who is never angry if I am late to take him or pick him up, said he was so polite, joking laughter that we often pass together at work home. The story of the Chinese restaurant that people have ordered, she laughed and when she laughed like that she looked so sweet and spoiled with me.

But, behind all that I realized that his attitude had not changed. Just talking, joking, and discussing light things. Never did he open up an opportunity for me to get close to his heart. Even if I tried, he was insensitive. He just thinks of me as a friend of storytelling, joking, and laughter that adorns the morning and evening.

Until one day, when he invited me to accompany him to come to a party. Said that the dresscode she was using was pink and I just adjusted it. She greeted me with a smile as she watched me sitting down and talking to her mother at her house. I don't know what that smile means. Does that smile mean happiness because I'm willing to be her partner, or is she laughing at my shirt, or my stupidity? I don't know, I'm the naive guy knows what?

In fact, I can't think badly of him. He is too sweet and does not deserve a sadistic heart. But, I know what the heart is, whereas the heart belongs to the private, the individual of every human being.

Not for long in the party, he left for a while for me. After two hours he left without any sign of coming back, I walked through the party room, hallway and hotel lobby, parking lot, and asked the security guard. Restless, afraid, and anxious, I was half-dead looking for him. I ran here and there but I found no footprints at all. Until the security server was about to show the CCTV footage and at the same time he also gave the news that he was at home, on the grounds that he forgot me, he said, a little disappointed but I understand him and don't ask why. Though there is a question in my heart,

I just wanted to end it then, but I still haven't given up. As usual, I came to pick him up the next day. In the middle of the street, I knew that Dysa was not a man of inhumanity. He apologized to me for what happened at the party, I want to see how much he regretted it. Right, he begged. I know that to melt the heart requires sacrifice. Especially the one who has doubled his potential, so I have to be extra patient to be able to get his heart.

When in the middle of the moment of apologizing and forgiving occurs the difference because he got a call from his friend. It’s okay, maybe it does matter. He forgot about me, forgot what he was doing with me. My words, which had not yet come out of my mouth, were forgotten without giving me a chance to continue. He only asked to increase the speed of my car because there was a small child waiting for his arrival.

Until the day she actually came to my house with her parents. As a result of his release he mentioned the word 'boyfriend' in front of me, he fulfilled his promise to me. Speaking before me and the two families to break up with me on the grounds he made without mentioning that he already had a girlfriend. I just kept quiet and asked why for once as if I didn't know the cause. However, her parents did not accept her until she got a slap from her own hands. She was sobbing in my house, I hope it wasn't fake tears (haha, I'm being evil now).

Feeling compassion with her, I did not feel loss with her decision, I already knew that she did not love me. It's just that I still got to pick it up.

My mother and father were disappointed, but I assured them that he was not part of my future. Inevitably, my mom and dad had to accept that.

It was sad, felt in the days that followed. My days feel empty or maybe empty. The mornings that I used to pick up and set the alarm at night to drive him home, are no more. The messages that I send regularly in the morning, noon, and night just remind him to eat, are now gone. Even the number I deleted, as well as the social media accounts I had followed. Haha.. Friends indeed. It was just that the shadow of his face would not disappear and still continue to dwell in my mind if I did not erase his trace.

Sadness isn't my love story? Are you experiencing something similar with me? I remember how much time I spent just for him. May I ask you a question? How long have you guys been keeping people's soul mates, huh? Haha.... We're fateful, bro!

Fortunately this feeling has not been so deep for him, so hopefully the memories of Dysa do not languish long in my heart and memory.

Maybe we're still united with a relationship. Not love, but just a friendship or friendship. I am grateful that I did not get the official nickname ‘mantan’ and became one of the personnel of the former line up in the journey of the beautiful life of Dysa.

Yes, there must be wisdom behind all events. Haha….

Thank you, Dysa. :*