My 14th Birthday Gift

When I was on junior high school age, I had several close girl friends. There were only two closest girls, though, that we still keen to meet and talk. Her name is iin (read: e-in) and susy (read: soe-see). We often celebrated birthday together. It was just a simple party, usually. We just went to canteen and had snack or lunch together. Sometimes, we shared birthday's present. This could be some things bought, like scrap book, pen, pencil case, pins, etc. Other students liked pour some water or powder onto birthday victims; this was fun but embarrassing…

On my 14^th birthday, my girl friends gave me a blue diary book. It was very nice. Even though I am not sure where the book now is (there is other story behind), the memorable thing is how they give that diary. It was wrapped nicely and put under my table, early morning before I came. Oh dare… they came to school earlier than usual just to give me a surprise. Indeed, I was surprised. As I said, we were close friend and we almost be together at school. I didn't notice them making a plan for my birthday. So I thought there wouldn't be something, but I was fine. I was shy girl for being kind of special and so, prefer not to be seen. The more memorable is the card inside stating how they care of me. It's awesome.

Here is the story of the diary. I often heard stories of public figures who like writing diary. I imitated them, writing on my diary almost every day. It is me who liked to tell everything and put too much detail in it. I knew it is not an effective way of writing, but I enjoyed. A few years after, that diary book brought me a sad story. I got a jealous boy-friend, namely A, who found that diary in my bag. He was rude, reading that book without asking my permission. As I bet, we went to an inconvenient conversation of a story about a fan, namely F. I wrote many things, real and imagination, about F. He was my friend at junior high school and we were still on the same senior high school. A was my classmate at senior high school, we met there. So, three of us were classmates at senior high school.

A jealously suspected me still keep a feeling of fan to F. Well, F, surprisingly, cached my feeling and had the same feeling. The funny thing was, I knew this fact from A, because A jealously met F and confirmed his position of me. I was then faced by A and F together. A asked me to choose. Well…well…well… A, huh… A… I am not sure whether he did this because too much loved me or just wanted to show that he had power. It was over after I chose A, to avoid more bad things happened. Again, a year after, funny… I got a letter from F saying that he still waited for me, and what a sudden, I forgot to keep this letter in a secret place and A found it. As usual, he confirmed it jealously. I just smiled.

That diary left me memorable stories. Neither A or F, aren't they my husband. If I remember that period, I always smile. I think I have wasted much time taking care of A. What a silly. Silly and embarrassing. However, It was me. It was him. It was 'masa-masa muda'. Notwithstanding what things triggered by the diary, I miss my girl friends who presented it on my 14^th birthday. I wonder where they are and what they do. I wish I could send them an email.