Oleh: Iris (nama samaran)
He was sitting in the front when I first saw him. Quiet and seems like he's not interested for socializing. Especially with his group friends. He looked… shy. And hesitated. And I’m thinking, “this boy looks like has a good influence.” That’s what I was thought of about him. It was the first day we met. But I think he didn’t recognize me that day. I was sitting in the behind. I didn’t sit in the front like him. And his group was at the corner right if you see it through my right shoulder. It was Ospek day. In 2019. That day was the day I had to face every challenge that seniors gave me to become the official students of UNIPI. And when I saw him, all I could think of that he’s quiet and shy. Like me. And it was true.
My mom already knew him before I knew him. She told me that he got an interview by her. No, actually, it was the other person that interviewed him. Not her. But she was sitting next to him when he was got interviewed. That’s why she knew the reason he went to college. And his answer for entering college was made her stunned. To help his mom is his answer for entering college. I remember my mom told me that about the interview with him. He enter college for help his mom. Not for hanging out in some kind of roadside stall and sucking poisons into his lungs. No, he’s not like that. He’s not that kind of boys. He’s good. And nice. He treated me nice. And I feel comfortable with him. I was feeling comfortable with him.
But he’s so twisted. He wasn’t what I thought of. He was the boy that I trusted to read my writings. But now, he’s the boy that I feel uncomfortable because of his characters. He wasn’t that nice. He’s not angel. Not at all. I realized that when I was sitting on the chair in the Tongkeng swimming pool. I was waiting for my little brother swimming that day. And at the same time, I had Semantic class that day. And the bad thing that happened that day was that most of classmates didn’t do their assignments in Discourse class. He was one of them. And my Discourse lecture really mad. And I already knew her character. She’s that kind of lecture that look calm and nice on the outside. But when something goes wrong, she could turn into a cold-bloody-killer. But he didn’t mind about that. He said, “ah, udah biasa” he said our lecture’s name. And in that moment, I knew, he never had respect for our lecture. He had no attitude. And my mom’s word hit me. She said something about someone’s true personality. And she said, “mungkin sifat aslinya belum keluar.” And that was when her words hit me. So I said, “jangan-jangan itu sifat aslinya.” And she replied, “mungkin.” In that moment, I realized, he already showed his true personality.
I think he go to college not for helping his mom anymore. He go to college for escaping. And he often late to class now. Like college is not important anymore for him. What’s important for him is hanging out with his smoking friends and smoking poisons into his lungs. And God, I really hate smokers. And the fact that my uncle died because of smokers and he wasn’t a smoker, makes me hate them even more. My dad is a smoker too. But he never smoking around me or my little brother. Or my mom. He always smoke every time we’re not around. And I can’t hate him. He’s my dad. But I still hate his smoking hobby. But he, even in Gmeet he smokes. Except if in a class. And I think, “if he really care about his mom as her son, why he still smoking inside his house?” Because I Goddamn sure that he’s in his house that day.
I don’t know if he will recognize or realize that I’m writing this for him. Or is he gonna read it. But even if he doesn’t read it, at least I poured it out. And if he realizes that I wrote it for him, good. Because I want him to know what I think about him now. But if he don’t realizes, then he doesn’t really know everything about him.
If he really knew everything about him, but he doesn’t agree with what I wrote about him, then let my favorite singer sing this, “I bet you think about me when you say, “oh my God, she’s insane, she wrote songs about me.” But the different is, I didn’t write songs. I write stories. And just like my favorite singer, most of my stories are based on facts.
This story titled ‘The Twisted-Ending-Boy. Because that’s the way he is. Twisted and a boy. Because honestly, he never act like a man. He acts like a boy. It explained from the his reaction when our Discourse lecture got mad. I already wrote about that in the paragraph 3. Yeah, I already wrote about that. And now he talked shit about our Discourse lecture that told him that his talent was kind. As I know, that sentence was a compliment. Not a mockery. I guess he never like being kind.
And I remember when my Discourse lecture said this to him, “your talent is that you are kind, you’re always willing to help people.” That’s what she told him. And I remember he was being humble when she told him that. But that kind boy, it’s all fake. That kind boy was just a skin that he wore before something made him decided to take it off. And now that skin took off, a Twisted-Ending-Boy showed up! What a great acting he was done all this time!
I kind of fell for him, I admit. But I think not anymore. I don’t wanna love someone that have a twisted personality. Or someone that can’t treat his mother right. And someone that like to suck poisons into their lungs.
Goodbye, Twisted-Ending-Boy, I won’t tell my writings to you anymore.
-Iris-
Majority of PBI
Angkatan 2019
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