Final Writing : Finding Rio ( Non-fiction)

Vinsca Delana Ginting / 180410150060

I was a 15 year old high school student who likes almost every guy who treats me kindly. When a man can’t stop looking at me, I thought he likes her. When a man keeps pointing his camera toward me, I would like him. When a man helps my sister or my mom in the market, I would definitely like him. And it all goes on. I am the only child that my parents have. Some people said being an only child is boring. Unlike the statement, I am so loud and almost every online-personality-test shows I am an extrovert. I have a mom, three aunties, and two sisters who are exactly like me. They all are so loud. I don’t have any secret that her family doesn’t know. When I was about to have a boyfriend, my aunties are more excited than me. My mom does the same thing, but she is a little bit more strictly than my aunties. Just mom being mom.

I almost went to church every Sunday. To preach God is almost every person’s motivation to go to church, but not with me. Well, I do preach and pray but it is not my number one motivation. Number one is for looking a handsome guy. I always thought that my parents must already pray for my well-being and thankful for my life, so I don’t have to repeat the same thing. I have many friends in the church but my mom has more. My mom is always introduces me to every son of the friend of her. Honestly, I hate it. It is embarrassing. The guy might think there is no one likes me. I always tried to stop my mom, but it never works.

One day, in the church, I was sitting far away with my parents. We were come late because my phone’s battery was running low and we were waiting until it’s fully charged. In conclusion, we can’t sit together because there was no chairs that can be sit by three people. Accidentally, I sat beside a very handsome guy named Rio. When walking out from the church, He stood just a half step in front of me. He was so…… good from any side that you want to see him. His hawkish nose still can be seen from behind. He smelled like coconut and I loved it. His height was about 168 centimeters which just six centimeters taller than me. For the first time in my life, I prayed concentratedly to God for wishing that I and Rio can greet each other. Outside, my mom has already waited for me. Unexpectedly, she didn’t greet me but the guy who stood a half step in front of me. I was shocked, happy, and touched.


“Happy Sunday, tante

“Have you known my daughter? This is Vinsca, she just stood behind you”

“Halo, Vinsca”

“Halo, Rio”

For the first time, I didn’t get embarrass with what my mom did. Two words and I was happy beyond words. His smiles, was shining more brightly than the sun. Just by knowing his name was already made me happy. Our meeting didn’t just stop like that. The next Sunday was Easter. Each person must sit with the people who lived in the same neigbourhood with them. Another unexpected moment, we sat together for the second time. I didn’t know what I had been doing lately, but God has been so good to me. I didn’t know that I and Rio lived in the same street. Mom said, his house was just three blocks away from mine. And, He started to talk with me. I was nervous but way too happy.

“Hi, Vins”


“Highschool or junior highschool?”

“First year in highschool. You?”

“Senior highschool”

“Which school?”

The conversation stopped when Rio was about went home. Thank God, he didn’t forget to ask my line id. Yes. At 09:00 PM still on that day, he texted “Goodnight, Vinsca”. My cheek was more redly than a tomato and my heart beat so fast. “MOM, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” I shouted. And I realized, I loved him. The next morning I woke up early and checked my phone. He texted me a good morning greeting with sun and rainbow stickers. Couldn’t agree more, that feeling was better than getting a good mathematic score. It has been a week since We texted with each other. The next Sunday in the church, he told me that he want to drive me home. Mom gave her permission. On the way back home, he showed me his home and so did I. When I was about to drop off, he asked me out. OH MY GOD.

“Do you have any plan on next Sunday night?”


“How about dinner in thirty-six?. I’ll pick you up at 6. I will call your mom for asking for permission. Shall we?”


Can be guessed, my mom was 100 percent agree with the plan, and my aunties were so excited that the next day we went to plaza to buy some new clothes. And so did my sister. I went to bed a little early that night, because what dream I will dreamed if I had the best day in my life. And, the day has come. I didn’t go to church because I was too nervous to look his face. I was prepared myself since in the morning. I put a sheet of mask on my face for 30 minutes while doing my hair. Well, I looked just fine. Okay, just circles under the eyes. I was nicely dressed, made up, and ready to go. But still, that was our first date. Even if couldn’t be called officially as a date, but it still a date. Butterflies in my stomache. I checked my watch. God, only five more minutes. I went upstairs to my bedroom for the third time. I comb my hair, again and again, checking if my red liptint were still on point. I went down, made myself walked slowly down the stairs, one foot, then the other in case I fell because too nervous. Then, I sat down at the living room. Stand up. Sit down. Concentrate on my breathing, that’s supposed to help. Actually, it did not.

He was sharp. It was 6:00 and there was a knocking at the door. I took a deep breath and walked out confidently. “Ready?” he said. I smiled. Inside the car, he turned the radio on which is all we need for breaking the silence. Many thanks to radio for playing my song, I mean Taylor Swift’s because it gave us a conversation topic. I suddenly started singing.

“You like Taylor Swift?” he stared at me. “I am Taylor Swift” I said. He laughed. And I began to ask who are his favorite singers, actors, and football players. At 06:35, we arrived. We ordered the same food which is two pasta and French fries with two squash lemon. While waiting our foods, there was no silence anymore. He started to ask me about my school, my friends, my family, my favorite food, and my movie genre. So did i. The dinner was so good. We laughed a lot and known a lot. When about to go home, he stared at me with his a little bit trembling hand while about to say something. “Vins……”, “Yes” I replied. “I like you, and I don’t know how is your feeling towards me, but I hope you feel the same thing, I mean my point is I like you.” I watched him in silent. For a second, I really wanted to replied him with yes I do yes I do. But, you know, girls will be girls. Just some common question before replying Yes, I do. “What things do make you like me?” I said. “I like how you dressed, I like the way you respond to our conversation, I like the way you and your family treat me, I like you because my family likes you, I like you because I like you.” My heart was about to explode. I was happy beyond words. We went home after I said “I like you too.”

Monday, February 04, 2013 was our first day became a couple. Monday was never been so good. Outside, the sun shines. Birds call. I still thought it was a dream until he texted me a good morning greetings with heart stickers. God, I was so happy. The first thing I wanted to do before I went to school is to tell my mom and my aunty the happy news. I hope they were not freak out or overreact or anything.

“Mum, me and Rio are officially dating”. And she felt exactly how the way I felt.

So, things had been so good. We were dating for seven months. We always sat together in the church, he sometimes picked me up at the school, we sang Taylor Swift songs in traffic jam, we visited each other houses when there were no homeworks, he sometimes even came to my school to eat lunch together. The most important thing, He never gets tired of my important and my unimportant gossips. On our monthlyversary, we went to cinemas with sneaking the small size pizzas on my bag. I liked him more and more each day. And I hoped he felt the same thing.

Everything was perfect until Rio was about to graduate from his senior highschool. Rio’s dad is a policeman and he wants all his son became like him. To me, to be a policeman is not the problem. Its time and the location do matter. He will take four years training school which he isn’t allowed to go home in his first year, and it is located in Semarang.

On Sunday evening after church, we went to thirty-six to have some dinner and talked about his decision. “So what are you up to?” I started. He started with his national exam schedule. And I said goodluck. Later, he came up with his dad’s dream.

“You know that I am going to take the police academy test” he said, and stopped in silence. “Yes, I know. You’ll make it.” “I know this is hard for you, and for me too. Whether you believe or not, I will keep my eyes on you, and I will text you no matter how, even I know it’s quite impossible”.

After two months going through the test, He made it. He came to my home on Monday evening after the announcement. He looked blissfully happy. I should have looked the same. Instead I looked panic overwhelmed me. I congratulated him with a hug. Inside the living room, he said he will go to the academy on Thursday which is the next two days. On the way to the airport, I said no words to mom. I kept silent while thinking me and Rio were going to end in tears. Get down from the car, we hugged each other and promised to keep in touch. But promise was just a promise. We got no any conversation at all. He was not allowed to give any contact to anybody even his family. He even wasn’t home when Christmas and new year. I gave up in confusion.

One morning, eight months after not seeing each other, her mom told me that Rio will be home on Friday. I was so happy. The day has come, but I couldn’t pick him up because I’m at the school. He’s on his phone, but I didn’t get any text at all. On the way back home, I saw him was playing with his dog. I thought he would come to my house at night or the next morning. But he didn’t. He forgot about me. It is impossible that he’s got amnesia.

Three days later, I still didn’t get any news. I went to church with a hope that we could meet again there. But still, he didn’t go to church. On the way back home, I drove over to his house.

I saw him was about to go somewhere with his car. I was very upset. I felt dumped. As weeks passed, I gathered the courage to text him first.

“Are you in home?”


“May I go there?”

“Okay. I am waiting”

Finally, “Rio?” I said. He looked up. “How are you?” I said. “Good”. “Sure, you are” I said firmly.

I sat down.

“I know why you were here,” He began.

“Tell me,” I sighed.

Before he said something, I asked him did he have any girl in his life at the academy and he said no because he had always been too busy. Thank God, it wasn’t because of another girl.

“We’re all tired now. You are preparing for universities, I am busy with my academy. I can’t keep texting and asking how do you do, how was your day, how is your preparation on your test. You know, no good things happen if we keep this relationship.” “You know, you can’t stay like this. You should’ve known when you didn’t get any text at all. I didn’t want to meet you just to tell his thing that you don’t want to hear.” I was shocked and quiet in silence. I looked him in disbelief. I hold the tears on my eyes. I didn’t want to cry in front of guy who just dumped me. I called my aunty rightly to pick me up. What makes me angrier was he even didn’t feel sorry for making such a promise before he went to the academy.

“I see. I mean, yes you are right. We should end this. But I still thank you for those moment we made. Thanks for making everything clear. I used to love you with all my heart but you give me this. Still, thanks. My mom is coming so yes, goodbye. I hope you will doing fine at the academy and have many good days. See you”

I left. My aunty didn’t ask anything. I looked at the window in sadness. I couldn’t believe that the guy who had become the part of my family has disappeared completely. It was true that what my friends had been saying: if he didn’t text you in two months, then it’s done.

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