A Dusty Photo's

Chapter 6: Worrying without basis

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I don't know if it turns out that the group that was made a few days ago is valid until one semester in the subjects bu Andini. I really don't know because I just. It turns out that the rule has been in effect for a long time. So for the next semester I'm gonna be stuck with Abra. I don't know what my heart is after that.

Our first group work was successful. Or you could say pretty because it turns out Abra is that smart. It's also good at public speaking. And again, I was fascinated by it.

This time it was a charm that he exuded another. It was like something was exploding in my head and then I unconsciously smiled.

The charm of Abra does not stop there. There's a lot more. One of them is during sports activities.

I hate that lesson. Although many people say this one lesson is very exciting, I still hate it. Long time ago. But it looks like my hatred will change a little because of Abra. Yes, because that guy is too dominating my view.

This time I was sitting on the basketball court. Waiting for a gym teacher who said he was only a short while late but now has almost thirty minutes. Boys are playing basketball, especially Abra. And how amazing he is. Although not a member of the basketball club as he told me a few days ago, the fact is that he played quite well. Run around here. Passing the ball and jumping into the basketball hoop. I'm fascinated, really.

"Wooy!!" my admiration paused for a moment as Han patted my shoulder. I was shocked and almost had enough of him.

"Sorry, ***."

Han didn't look guilty. Then he held out cold water towards me. I just accept it. It is not yet time to drink because the process has not yet begun.

"Don't be too tired if you like men anymore."

I looked at Han.

"Lo really knows Abra better?"

"Gue knows him."

"Know the same know it's different. Just chatting occasionally in class discussing lessons can not continue to be called temenan." Han opened the bottle and swapped it for mine.

"But I know him a little. Isn't it a good start?" I looked at Han then I smirked him.

"Example?"

"Gue knew he wasn't a member of the basketball club. Tau if he turned out to be the first rank parallel last semester. Tau kalo's... "

"Have a girlfriend?" Han cut my sentence.

"meaning?" i asked.

"He has a girlfriend."

"He never told me."

"Because you don't know very well."

Han looked at the basketball court then pointed at Abra.

"Lo's convinced by such good ability that he's not a member of the basketball club?"

I followed Han's direction. Following Abra's movements is truly amazing. Then I unconsciously ate Han's sentence. Right too. With such incredible ability it was impossible that he was not a member of the basketball club. The school will not let go of the best talent like Abra.

Right on the last throw right Abra's target changed. He acted as if he was holding a basketball when the gym teacher entered the court. Then suddenly he turned into a man who could not play basketball.

On this basketball lesson, I feel like Abra is not really being. He always fails to play the ball. Throw it but it's always close. Just barely.

And just like that, Han's sentence rotated in my head. It seems like Abra has no intention of joining the basketball team despite his incredible ability. There seems to be something that the guy is hiding from a lot of people. Like his strength would turn into his weakness. But it's not who knows it any further. Unless I'm close to him. Might as well. With me close to him.

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Sports lessons are over. All the students started to disperse and change their clothes including me. I walked to the bathroom alone because believe me for more than a week I went to school here, there is not a single girl who wants to meet me. Maybe because of the incident in the cafeteria at that time that made me not easy to make friends. Because my identity as the nephew of the canteen owner turned out to be important for a friendship.

Classically. Such was the elite school with such a big sponsor. Where if your parents sponsor the school more then the place for you will also be more. I forgot about myself. I do not have a guardian of the owner of the largest shopping center in Jakarta. I am also not the son of a famous businessman. Because they think I'm just the nephew of the canteen's mother. There is no sponsorship for the school at all.

I almost feel sorry for myself.

Girl chat in the bathroom reaches my ears. Their conversation is light. Like talking about a capital artist, about a family party, or about mom and dad's support.

Ah, it seems I used to be too. When I was in Surabaya. When I was recognized as a child by my stepdad and nyokap. I am proud of what they give. Ah, I miss you.

I've said before that I am a broken home child where nyokap and bokap I don't really care about my mentality. They only care about money, and they think I'll be happy with money too. But in fact it's not. I can't say that money makes me happy. That I'd have a good place if money could provide a place for me. But it's the same. With or without money I never had a good place. I never had a real smile. I have no memories I can be proud of in the future.

Why am I still surviving to this day. I am not looking for a way to happiness as a human being. Isn't it what I need to be happy is basically just that?

I need a path to my own happiness. And there would be no way if I didn't look for him. At least, maybe get there. Until I find my own way.

My phone rings in my uniform pocket. From Han. He sent a lot of messages before he decided to call.

"Piye?" i greet.

"I'm not done changing clothes."

"Start."

"Gue's waiting in the cafeteria, Felix wants to buy food."

"OKAY. Omongke Felix, I go to the guava juice, sik."

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