A Dusty Photo's

Chapter 8: Different

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Have I ever saved the earth in a life before?

I kept thinking like that while walking with Abra. I swear, I've never had this kind of courage before.

I'm not that close to Abra. Only a few meals together in the cafeteria or school cafeteria. Or do some group work.

Abra is not that open. Nor is he the one who has one or more friends in class. He's the quiet type.

But this afternoon I had the courage to talk to him. Funny thing is, I'm talking about myself too.

Is that happy? Huh, I'm ashamed to remember.

I met Abra on the basketball court. I was going to meet Han on the main court but after I saw Abra running around and around taking a basketball and then throwing it again but none of the chances were that the ball entered my ring I plan to meet him. He obviously paused from this afternoon. It was like seeing two people trapped in one body.

Abra who is adept at playing basketball with a face and a passionate smile changed. His gaze was dark and the smile in his mouth seemed to turn irritated. That's what moved me closer to him.

The effect was too interfered.

But all beyond my expectations. Abra was as comfortable as it was to talk to. Although a short conversation.

And now we continue the conversation. While waiting for the public in front of the school.

"Where is your house?" Abra asked me to then I mentioned my address.

"Oh, unidirectional. Up together?"

We got into an angkot. Not too full so I can choose a place as I like and that definitely does not coincide. I hate hanging out with strangers.

Inside the lot most of them are high school students just like me and Abra. But our clothes are different. I'm a private kid, so the uniform is a little flashy. With short skirt and without belt.

I and Abra did not talk. We were watching each other quietly around.

Okay. This is not my first time riding angkot, maybe you could say since I returned to Jakarta I started using this public vehicle. But I have never been the center of attention in an angkot. Not yet at the moment. Many of those high school students looked at me strangely. Like awe or something. I can't read their minds either.

I finally realized what was different about me. It doesn't seem to exist.

I got down from the angkot and asked Abra.

"Gue's weird, Bra?"

"How weird?"

"That high school kid saw me as weird." Abra laughed a little.

"Oh, that. Yeah, we look weird."

"Why?" I really don't understand.

"Where's your house?"

"Get in the alley." I pointed to a small alley after the intersection. "Lo's house is here too?"

"No, I have to ride the angkot one more time."

"Wait, so why do we look around."

"Because there are rarely children from our High School who want to heat up the angkot." Abra started walking. I followed his steps. "Gue Anterin you go home, huh?"

"Your High School children are at least a shuttle or ride their own motorbike or even a car if there is already a SIM. Usually third grade." I nodded again. It's true. Even the parking lot of our school is huge.

"Maybe they're confused, why do rich people ride in angkot."

"Ey, not everyone who is rich. I'm an example." I'm a little bit of a prankster. Righteous. I am not the rich one. But nyokap and bokap me. And they are no longer with me. So I doubt if I can also be called rich.

"Gue is not rich either. That's all my money."

Our conversation is getting better. My budhe house is a bit far from the alley. Must walk about fifteen minutes but fifteen minutes which is usually a long time turned into very short.

"This is your house."

"Yes, uh no. My Budhe house. But I guess Budhe hasn't come home yet. Still a canteen."

"Lo Budhe Sisri's nephew?" Abra was a little amazed.

"Well, you just found out?"

"This is Budhe Sisri's house?"

"Yes that. Why, anyway, Bra?"

"Gue haven't played here in a long time."

I'm confused. Suddenly Abra just opened the fence and knocked on the door. I just stare. Little confused.

Then Juna came out of the house and they embraced each other. Like an old friend who just met after decades apart.

"Gue thought you forgot me." Juna spirit greeted. Well, he was always excited.

"There's Abra. Long time no, Bra." Bang Lino also came out to say hello.

"The moon is back too? Come in, bang Lino cook kale." Bang Lino invited me and Abra in.

Abra, Bang Lino and Juna were chatting coolly in front of the TV while I was just eavesdropping in the dining room.

I don't know Abra's side yet. But after I saw a lot about Abra today am I allowed to conclude one or even many things?

Abra is different. Playing basketball this afternoon and this afternoon. His day at school then at this time. I want to conclude that the real Abra is very mysterious. I saw Abra with no friends at school. Just occasionally chat with Han or another friend. Just say hello and then pass. But now he is so cheerful. Smiling very freely. Joking around with Juna and Bang Lino.

I'm getting curious.

In this world, I am not the only one who has many faces. Every moment is always different. In front of friends, in front of friends, in front of parents, and when alone. I think Abra has all of that. I think Abra also has a lot of faces.

"Lane. Want to come to the front, right? Buy ice cendol." Juna said to me. I who was sculpting brought a glass of water was immediately shocked.

"Come there, Lan. All nganterin Abra to angkot base."

I nodded. Turn the table to follow both.

Juna has a cheerful personality. It is easy to joke and almost every day laugh. I've never even seen Juna cry. Even if. Abra is different. But right now, when I walk side by side with them, Abra's personality is like Juna's. The aura of Juna was like radiating all the way to Abra.

And really. Abra who is currently so charming. So happy and different. So beautiful. Well, maybe beautiful could be a fitting phrase.

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