My Star
This is my story where someone is present and also fills my days. It was a beautiful and fun
moment that I remember very much to this day. He, the star who always shines brightly among
thousands of women who can make my heart melt. He is not perfect, more precisely in terms
of character and traits that are far from average. He is very naughty and also likes to look down
on others and doesn’t even respect the people around him. One time, I hated it. When everyone
loves him for his handsome face, good looks even he is very tall but not with me. Yep, that's
how our meeting started. “Aaaaaaaaah! Hey! This is the girls bathroom why are you here!” a
very disgusting and unexpected encounter where he entered the wrong bathroom. Rendi
Setiawan Putra, a basketball boy who was admired by many people, suddenly came to the
bathroom I was using. "Sorry, I didn't know you were there." Yes, a brief meeting with the
prefix sorry that made me very depressed by his presence. Since then he has become someone
I really hate. Everything about him amuses, disgusts, and annoys me. Even when he was
playing basketball the ball he played hit my head until I lay unconscious and was taken to the
UKS. “RENDIII! DAKJAL CHILDREN!” My screams kept calling him the son of the devil.
Since then, he and I have often quarreled over trivial matters such as school picket, sports, even
drinking water. We constantly had a big fight at that time, 'I hate him so much' that's what my
heart said every time I came home from school and after fighting with him. All the schools that
saw us could only shake their heads in surprise at my different attitude from other women even
when they saw other people say, "I Love You Rendi" I felt sick to my stomach and wanted to
throw up. We study at SMA Bina Nusantara Jakarta. Rendi is in 11th grade and I am in 10th
grade. Yes, he is my senior who I must respect. "Respect me, Lu! I'm your classmate!" Yes,
that's how every time we meet and suddenly I pay homage to him like a ceremony and then
say, "It's already respectful," I answered very nonchalantly. I didn't really care about his
tantrum from the start until once, we held one school weak. He's an IPS 1 kid and I'm an IPA
1 kid. An IPS kid, you have to take the same bus with an IPA 1 kid and strangely enough, all
the seats on the bus are full because an IPS 1 kid is famous for having a girlfriend with an IPA
1 kid and well, my friend, named Tyas, also sits next to his girlfriend. . The thing is again, I
have to sit with that very annoying son of a bitch. This is the first time we have started to
reconcile with each other. My head was very dizzy because of landsickness, he gave me a
shoulder to lean on, even though I was still annoyed, but his kindness made me waver a little.
He gave me eucalyptus oil and also anti-dizziness medicine for long trips. Arriving at a weak
place, we joked with each other together and he even had time to prank my tent with another
IPA 1 child, 'Is it really a dakjal kid' I thought. He was always teasing me until one point
suddenly at the camp he got sick. His body was hot and everyone left without knowing that he
was sick and I had to take care of him. That's where we start to fall in love with each other,
staring at each other even intensely. He was the first time he looked handsome before my eyes,
a man both pathetic and ridiculous. We always fought and then made up again until our
relationship changed over time. What was once enemies, became friends, even now we are
officially dating. Time began to pass, but unfortunately there are moments that make us sick
too and that are unforgettable. The moment where we forget that this world is not as beautiful
as dramas, books, or novels. Rendi is a rich man, of Chinese and Turkish descent, while I’m
just a commoner who doesn’t have any assets. Yes, today’s social status is very influential. I
can’t believe that since 2015 we have been dating until 2020 where it has been a long time and
we have graduated from college and we are still thinking about the continuation of our
relationship. The pain when he came in the pouring rain to go to my house, bringing dolls and
flowers on my birthday, January 31st to be exact. He clenched his fist tightly and hugged me
while crying. Her tears were pouring down all over her eyes. He smiled briefly as he hugged
me. “What is it?” I asked, surprised by his attitude. I suddenly feel bad, I feel something sad
he will say. And that’s when my guess was right. Sorry, I want to break up and end this
relationship. My parents did not agree and had given a warning to marry a woman of the same
race and social status. I know it’s hard, but I hope you can understand.” The words that made
me hate my birthday since then. Words I’ve never heard and that broke my whole heart. It was
so great it hit all my expectations. I cried profusely, I threw flowers, cakes, even the doll he
brought. I cried in the rain very loudly while screaming. That’s when, I hate my birthday until
now. I really can’t forget that incident ever, when he was my star. He who I thought of as a
home and a star that made my life glow and color was not. Instead he was my wound, the
beginning of the wound that made my birthday so sad. Thank you for giving me a valuable
experience that I will never forget. Now, when it’s my birthday I hate celebration parties the
most because I remember that’s when the wound grew.
Ending