A Gift for Lala

Twenty-Nine - He's My Very Bestfriend

"Lala, tonight we go to Om Andrei's house." Mama came into my room. I put down Detective Conan's comic that I've been reading. I looked at Mama with an incomprehensible look.

"Om Andrei who, Ma?"

"Om Andre, Fadly's father, Aunt Vivi's husband."

I hit my head, I can forget, anyway.

"What other events are there, Mam?"

"Lho, how the hell. Don't you know that the family's Om Andrei wants to move to Sydney?"

"So, is this a farewell?"

"Yes, like that. You're coming, right?" I nodded quickly. I want to see Fadly. I wonder why Fadly never called me. But I'm sure you know the answer.

Om Andrei's house is crowded. My eyes were looking for Fadly, and I caught the shadow of that guy in the corner of the room with a girl, Bunga. Flowers seem to be crying. And Fadly hugged him. I did not move on and continued to watch the scene.

"Lala, why is it here, aja," Aunt Vivi greeted me.

"Oh this is Auntie.. Wait for Fadly."

"Oh that way, Auntie lives first, yeah." I nodded and smiled, My eyes returning to Fadly's figure. But both have disappeared. I went back to find where Fadly is.

"La" the clap on my shoulder made me jump.

"Fadly" I smiled. But I don't see the flowers.

"Where have you been all this time?" my many.

"I've taken care of this before I move on."

"Do you not say if you want to move?" I said with a somewhat irritated feeling.

"Hmmm.I'm confused. So much is happening. I fucked you, Trus Cristian and heard you were dating Junot?"

"Dating? Who's dating?"

"Because of that, I find it hard to find time to talk to you. Sorry yes, La."

The two of us stepped into the backyard and sat by the pool. This time the party was not held in the pool, but in the living room. Fadly's house is big enough to hold a party.

"So I saw a flower. Where is he now?"

"Just go home" replied Fadly.

"La," Fadly continued, "sorry for everything, yes. I know I'm a proud man. And yesterday's incident dawned on me, if what I want turns out I can't always get. For example, Yola, it turns out that she does not love me. I hurt Bunga too but he loves me. I am trus to steal you. Las..."

Junot nodded, understood.

"La," Fadly grabbed my hand, "thank you, you've been my friend, even for a little while. You're a good girl, and good luck with Junot."

"Keep in touch Yes Fa, if you're already a Sydney man."

"Sure!"

Life is never predictable. My relationship with Fadly, which I think is impossible to realize, ended beautifully like this. 

Beyys.... Fadly

***

Gor SMAN 1 Semarang is crowded with spectators. In this final, Pancasila faced the home team. All the students of Pancasila gathered in the right camp. SMAN 1 is on the left. Shouts and yells. Yola and her two cheers were in action on the sidelines.

"Honey, yes, there is no Fadly" Heina exclaimed in a yel-yel cry.

"But fortunately there was captain Junot as agile as A'am, at least we have hope of winning" Pipin replied with half a shout. I smiled and continued to pray in my heart.

"Eh the no 3 is cool, you know," cried Pipin with his coquettish face. I saw a guy SMAN 1 who numbered 3 backs, and indeed the guy who was drenched in sweat was cute.

"Dasarrr ganjenn, the opponent is even praised, but it may be your taste, Pin," Heina exclaimed. I laughed amusedly.

The exciting match was finally won by Pancasila with a thin number. We cheered happily, and in the middle of the field I saw A'am being paraded by his friends because this time A'am was the key to Pancasila's victory.

Junot immediately left the field and approached me.

"Cieeee.. mesraanya..." Heina started to be ignorant. I laughed again with a flowery heart. I could see Yola was disappointed that she would rather come to me. Hmmmm. pity too.

"Congratulations, yes." I said.

"Thannks, go home together, right?" i'm nodding. Then I ran towards the field and approached A'am.

"Congratulations to my hero. Brother A'am"

A'am welcomed me and we laughed together.

"The power is still strong for tomorrow's race, right?" I said jahil. A'am immediately drowned and pretended to faint. I laugh. Tomorrow's the choir race. And A'am is the key to the tenor sound. A'am is great. And he's very bestfriend! And also, my superhero!!

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