Yes... even a lonely cockroach like me have a love story.
It's not dramatic, it does not involve many people nor did anyone else got hurt.
Not worth to be made into a drama.
It is just as sweet, beautiful and melancholic as any love story out there.
I rarely write about things like this.
Her name was Nurul Akma and I was 11.
Yes I was standard 5 in Sekolah Kebangsaan Taman Permata and Nurul Akma was my first crush or one could say love. She was my classmate...
Nurul Akma was this atheletic student who is also a prefect. She wore the tudung but when she does sports she opt for a ponytail. She had this nice tanned skinned and has this beautiful black straight long hair. She was my definition Gadis Melayu ............... Back then.
On the other hand I was this chubby curly haired kid who was also the smartest boy in the class. I was not athletic and was known as the bookworm and clown of the class. I was very knowledgeable in science and very good at math.
So there I was trying to join any clubs or activities she was in even when I know I am not suited for it. I tried to play hockey and football to impress her and failed miserably. I had always suspect and I think it's true that she has this huge crush on ..... my best friend. Every night I used to listen to oldies on Radio 4 and record them in a bunch of mix cassette. Elvis Presley, Roy Orbison, Frank Sinatra and Louis Armstrong were the one's that sooth my heart.
When I was standard six I was promoted to a better class. So my chances in bumping to her were less than before. One notable thing did happen though, one day I dropped my pencil box as we were entering the library on the second floor. I rushed down to get it and there I was her picking up every single stationery and neatly place them back in. Then she smile looked at me and I heard the sweetest voice...
"Awak punya ke?"
I took it and went away. Never looking back.
Time went by and I never had the courage to confess anything to her. Then UPSR went by and I heard that she will be enrolling to Lembah Keramat secondary school, I got into Melawati. So I knew I will probably never see her again. I tried to see her and tell her about things on the last few weeks of school but I just couldn't find the words.
So after school was over came the fasting month of Ramadhan. I like boys at the time would visit our small surau (mosque) to meet and play around. That was when I saw her going in for the Tarawikh prayers with her mom.
So one night, one of the last nights of tujuh likur. I decided not to join the boys playing around but instead pray. I have never before (well I was 12) prayed as hard as that night. In my Doa, I asked god many things.. forgive my sins, protect my family and at the last line I prayed that I would be given the chance to at least, at least see her one more time, even if it's the last, I don't mind for I just wanted to have the chance to see her before it was all over.
Then after the prayers I walked out heading for home.
And like a miracle there she was at the entrance as she too was heading home. The other kids has gone off somewhere and the adults decided to stay. So there we were just the two of us. We both walk in that breezy beautiful tropical night no less than a meter apart yet not a word was spoken. It was as if everything stopped moving except the two of us and the wind whispering in my ear coercing me to say something......
"Mana mak awak?"
She replied... "Dia sambung sampai 20 rakaat."
"Saya dengar awak pergi kat Lembah Keramat, betul ke?"
"Haah, awak sekolah kat mana nanti?"
Then came a junction.. one was to her home and the other was mine. Then she looked at me and said..
"Ok Zaidel, kita balik dulu ye. Bila-bila nanti kita jumpa lagi ye. Bye...."
So that was how my love ended.
It had no climax, no plot, no twist and no dramatic scene.
All it had was
me..... her...... and a beautiful tropical night.
I learned what a heartbreak is at a very young age.
Indeed, I never saw her after that.
I wonder what happened to her. By now she is probably happily married with two kids.