A Gift for Lala

Six - Tasty Yes, So Beautiful

I glanced at Yola who today looks so beautiful. He was busy writing something and his shoulder-black hair dangled to the table. I was so envious of Yola's appearance. My hair is not too long and the curls make me feel bad. Emang... Gigi has repeatedly said that if I don't like my curly hair, I can straighten it to the salon.

"Can rebond, La. Yeah, it's rebonding Lo's hair."

"But, Gi, what if it doesn't match my face. Could doomsday later."

"Yes... If so, you do not have to complain. Actually, your hair is good. Says people have sexy curly hair."

Huh huh? Sexy? Plis deh Gi, sexy from where? The words 'curly' and 'indomie' that Junot used to mock me often ring in my ears. Watch out for you Junot! You have to take responsibility for my inferiority, I threatened in my heart.

Look, having long straight hair and black makes a girl look beautiful.

"Why you?" Yola looked at me in wonder. I just realized that I was watching Yola's appearance.

"Oh... Uh.. Ng.ngkakpapa.." I immediately turned my face away. ****! I cursed myself. Why is the pack so dreamy?

Soon enough, the class was crowded. I was looking around for A'am, but the guy wasn't seen after we split up in the parking lot. Where the hell is that kid?

"Hi Lala? Where'am?" I flinched, turning towards the source of the voice. Apparently Heina. I shook my head saying I don't know where A'am is right now.

"Let's go out yuk la. Why the hell in a mulu class." I smiled happily when a girl from my class greeted me and took me out. I can't refuse like yesterday.

I immediately followed Heina out and We sat on a park bench overlooking the basketball court. As usual, there were some kids who were cool playing that orange ball there. And my eyes were glued to a figure who promised to look for me yesterday at school, but until now he had forgotten me.

"Why did you move La?" heina asked as she offered the potato chips she had brought.

"Np... Papa moved to work here so I had to go."

I picked up the potato chips Heina had offered and stuffed them into my mouth. We went back to silence. I was at a loss as to what I could make a topic of conversation between me and Heina? Well, how is this?

"Eh story donk... How was your school there? In your school there was no artist? There's gotta be, right?" Heina asked me first with curious eyes. I smiled, my memory took me to Sherly and Dilan.

"Np... There's the. Sherly Lusiana's..."

"Trus, who else?"

"There's Dilan, the vocalist of the band...."

"Dilaan..." I have not finished my words, Heina has shouted wide.

"You know them, right? May donk be recognized..." Pinta Heina with a face. Well, here it is... I do know them, not only me, but one Indonesia knows them. But even though we were one school and one class, they certainly didn't recognize me. I'm an alien there, so there's no way I'm introducing those artists to Heina. I just fell silent, then smiled wryly.

"Can it be La?" Chase Heina.

"Np... I didn't promise. I am not the same class as them. So I don't know very well" I had to lie. Heina's face looked disappointed. Seeing that, my feelings are not good. I'm afraid that Heina's disappointment will make her lazy to be friends with me. Well, I don't want that. Lord... Please change my annoying nature.

"Ng. ntar I do," I promise you just, the important thing is I did not damage this initially good relationship. Heina smiled happily. Soon Pipin, another classmate of mine, approached Heina. The two people were immediately engaged in a conversation that I did not understand. But I don't mind, even I'm happy to be among them, at least now I'm not an alien anymore and I can get into the company of my classmates.

A look back at the basketball court. Junot was busy dribbling the ball and with one jump, the orange ball smoothly went into the basket. Waw! Very cool. I cried in my heart.

"Cool right?" Heina.

"What?" I was confused because my mind was centered on my childhood enemy's cute guy.

"His name is Junot, son of 3 IPS I, basketball champion. The pride of the Pancasila child," Heina explained. Pipin simply nodded in agreement as his mouth was full of potato chips from Heina.

"And it still stands..." This time it was Pipin who made a sound, having hurriedly chewed and swallowed his chips. It seemed that he did not want to miss the gossip about Junot.

"A lot of people like him. Yola likes it too. But he was again confused between Fadly and Junot. Fadly did not lose to Junot. Whoa... So pretty girls are lucky."

I agree with Pipin. Yup! So a pretty girl is lucky, especially if she doesn't have a trait like me. With beauty, half the problems of our lives have been solved, right? Btw. I knew Junot was Yola's topic and the ladies were the same Junot.

Phew......

If I were pretty....