A Bitter End

So guess what ? I was totally surprised when my mom came to school last Monday and told me all of a sudden that I'm moving. She said I'm going to take the test tomorrow. So I was completely shocked when I heard it. I didn't know what to say to my friends. I felt so mixed up inside. But because the school is in Bogor, Dwiwarna was only 45 minutes away. I could visit my friends easily. So I was feeling sad, but not EXTREMELY sad. At least not until on Wednesday. Anyway, I went back home on Monday night to prepare for the test on Tuesday. Then, I went back to pack up my bags on Tuesday afternoon. And surprise,surprise...my friends told me I had to stay at least one more day. They didn't want me to move so soon. So I did stay for one night and went to school for the last time on Wednesday. I said farewell and gave a little speech to the 12th generation. We took pictures too. On my last night in Dwiwarna, I stayed up until 2:30. I wanted to write a letter for them before I leave. So I worked on the letter all night. Then, I went to sleep and woke up late. I finished my packing first before I go to school, so I was kinda late for first period. But it was okay. At recess and lunch break, I didn't want to leave the classroom, I wanted to soak in the memories for the last time. I found myself crying all alone in X-SBI class. But my classmates didn't notice it because when they came back from the break, I already stopped crying. Then, it happened. The school bell rang, telling us that school is over. My friends were already crowding at me. I said farewell to the uppergraders and went back to the girl's dormitory to get my luggages. Then, there we were. The parking lot. All the girls from the 12th generation was there and some of the boys were there too. My boyfriend also. Lots of tears started spilling. But you know what was odd? I didn't cry a single tear at that time. I didn't know why. I hugged and hugged to everyone..............................................then waved good bye for the last time.
Then, I started to feel emptiness when I got home. I cried. I kept thinking about Dwiwarna and how much I miss it already. At night, I sent my letter to Kukuh. And Kukuh gave it to the 12th generation. They said thank you to me and said how sweet the letter was. In the end, all I could think about at home was Dwiwarna :( I started to regret it