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Title : Happy Birthday, Saranghanikka.

Author : Bee

Main Cast : Leeteuk, Bee

Ps : It’s a piece of drabble. Doubled.

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“Jogiyo!”

Lelaki itu menoleh cepat. Matanya berbinar. Binar penuh tanya.

“Anu, tali sepatumu lepas.”

Lelaki itu menunduk. “Ah, benar. Terima kasih.” Dia membenarkan sepatunya. Kemudian mengangguk dan berlalu.

“ITU!”

Lelaki itu menoleh lagi.

“Tasmu belum tertutup!”

Lelaki itu mengecek tasnya. “Ah, ini memang model yang terbuka,” senyumnya. Kemudian dia pergi lagi setelah tersenyum.

Semakin jauh, “Tunggu!”

Dia menoleh lagi. Dahinya mulai berkerut curiga.

“Anginnya kencang. Sebaiknya, kau pasang penutup kepalamu!”

Dia tersenyum canggung dan dengan terpaksa mengenakan penutup kepalanya. Kemudian berlalu lagi. Kali ini cepat.

Dia tak tampak lagi. Lalu kembali terlihat dan, “KUMOHON!”

Lelaki tadi menoleh dan terkejut. “Apa anda kenal saya? Anda fans?” tanyanya khawatir. Lalu, “Omo, kenapa anda berlari-lari? Kenapa menangis?”

“Geunyang, hah hah…”

“Bernafaslah dulu,” katanya sabar.

“Geunyang, hanya ingin mengatakan ini. Selamat ulang tahun. Aku tahu ini sudah malam dan aku mungkin terlambat. Tapi, hah hah… selamat ulang tahun. Saranghae, Leeteuk Oppa!”

Dia terkejut. Dan terharu. Dan menyesal mengapa gadis tadi lari begitu saja setelah mengucapkan hal semanis itu.

 

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“Jogiyo!”

He turned his head. His eyes sparkling tenderly. Questioning.

“Ng, your shoelace…”

He turns his head down, looking at his shoes. “Ah, you’re right! Gomapseumnida.” He pulls it right then nodding, and walk away.

“GEUGEO!”

He, again, turns his head.

“You’re bag! It’s open!”

He swings his bag upfront to check it out. “Ah, this isn’t it. It’s an open style,” smiling, he explains. Then he continues moving on.

Further, “Wait!”

He turns his head, now suspiciously.

“The wind is quite strong. Better put your hood on!”

Awkward, he’s smiling. His hand moves lazily to put his hood on. This time, he doesn’t waste any single second to walk away. Fast.

As soon as it, he’s gone. But then heave once again in sight, “PLEASE!”

He is really curious now. “Do you know me? Are you a fans?” on the back of his voice, there’s a slight of worry. Next, “Ommo, why are you running? Why you cry?”

“Geunyang, hah hah…”

“Take a breath. Easy,” smoothly he’s saying it.

“Geunyang, I just want to say this thing. Happy birthday. I know this is almost midnight and I might be late, but still… hah, hah, Happy very birthday. Saranghae, Leeteuk Oppa!”

He seems surprised. And touched. And regretful for the girl who said such sweet things suddenly run away.

KKEUT.


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