A Gift for Lala

Twenty-seven - Selfish Friends

"Hello Am, where are you, anyway? You sick? I didn't tell you what I was, "I sprayed A'am right away when the guy called me.

"Sorry, La, not perfect. Oh yea... Ng... I'd like to tell you that today I didn't go in because at home there's an event."

"What if I could find out?"

"Today's 1000 days my sister, La."

I was silent for 1000 days. It's not a memorial to the dead.

"You mean, Am?"

"Yes, today is 1,000 days when my brother died."

I'm silent again. My heart suddenly tightened. I feel like I've been a really bad friend to A'am. I always tell A'am my problems but I never ask him if he also has problems. I feel like I've become a selfish person. Of course all this time I thought in life A'am was always fine because of his jovial nature, easy smile and silly. I am a selfish friend because I only want to be heard and never listen.

"Lala... Hola... Don't sleep, La. "

"Am... I'm sorry, yeah. I didn't even know you had a problem, either. I always tell you about my problems and..."

"St... Come on, La, don't talk about it. I'll tell you tomorrow."

"But, Am... "

"Udah is not papa. I never told you, though. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah. Beyy Lala."

After getting a call from A'am I immediately headed for the bed. I looked up at my laptop and I remembered the time the novel delivery was approaching. And my novel is not finished. I immediately took my laptop and turned it on. I can't waste any more time. After the ceasefire with Mama, now I am more free to do my writing hobby.

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When I got to school, I felt like a celebrity. All eyes looked at me with a smile and greeted me warmly. I know this is because yesterday afternoon's incident that has horrendous one school.

A'am patted me on the shoulder from behind and walked with me to class. I glimmered A'am somewhat astonished at the situation that was happening.

"What the hell is it. It seems like I'm just a day away from entering, but I feel like something's different" murmured A'am as he looked around, "what else are you doing, La?"

"Huh? What's?"

"Didn't you see people seeing you and..." A'am stopped saying as Heina and Pipin approached me.

"La, where were you yesterday? Geez, La, you're just alone, yeah," Heina said enthusiastically.

"Np... Actually three, same driver," I said.

"You don't enter anything. Si Lala yesterday will be picked up with Cristian Prasetyo," said Pipin. A'am frowned then nodded in understanding.

"Where are you, La?" Heina asked curiously. And I haven't been able to answer yet, the nyinyir Sissy immediately approached me.

"mmm... La, can you not contact Cristian to be interviewed with our school magazine journalist team?" said the nyinyir with hopeful eyes.

"Cristian has returned to Jakarta, Sy," I replied.

"But you have the number, right? Can I have an interview on the phone?" insist Sissy.

"Ouch... Sorry, Sy. I can't just give her number. He is an artist so privacy for him is very important. I asked him." Sissy's face turned manyun. He must be upset by my answer.

"Come, La. You can persuade him, right? Let our magazine have an exclusive interview like that" Sissy said.

"Yes, I'll do it."

Sissy smiled with relief. Finally after being urged by Heina and Pipin, I also told him about my walk with Trian. Some friends joined in listening to me tell stories. I smile in my heart, I become a storyteller, yes. Meanwhile I saw A'am just shaking his head. Same with the other guys. Hmmmm... They must have felt intimidated by Cristian. Hihah...

"This bracelet's from Cristian, huh?" heina asked.I nodded. They were cheering together, more precisely cheering jealousy. Hehe...

"Oh my goodness, La. His smile so you, can be that familiar with Cristian. Just make envy," Vina nyeletuk. I just smiled confused to respond to this.

After the bell rang, our fairytale group disbanded. I'm heading to my seat immediately. Yola wasn't looking at me at all. And as usual, I just kept quiet without caring about her.

"Know Cristian for a long time?"

"Huh?"

I tried to convince myself that Yola was really talking to me. Because he already had a voice when he spoke, he definitely did not look at me. Hmmmm... Arrogant.

"Not for long either... But also not new... "

"Oh yeah, where?"

Hehehe, it turns out that this Princess wants to know too. Do I have to be honest with him if I know Trian during a chat? Hmmmmm.... How huh? Fortunately I did not need to answer Yola's question because Mr. Abdul immediately entered the class and immediately charged his Biology PR. Thankfully....

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