ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XXXVI: The Shadow of the Devil

Socializing is one way to heal a feeling that is being scratched, or forget a bad memory. That's also what I've done since the tragedy of Jono who went to the Laras boarding house. I realized that a healthy mind would have a positive effect on mental health. The jealousy that might be unwarranted to Laras, a little bit began to shake the civilization of my life. There was a tremendous reluctance to contact Laras. I prefer to socialize with other Victory English Club members.

Victory English Club will soon have Gawe. We will hold English Camp in Malang, but the exact location has not been decided yet. Some students who come from Malang City and surrounding areas recommend several places that are quite interesting. After all, the final decision must wait for Dahlia who is currently enjoying diarrhea.

It seems that the diarrhea Dahlia suffered was quite serious. He decided not to go to college the next day. I actually also pity him. As chairman of the club, he is very serious about devoting all his energy and time to the club's progress. On various occasions, not infrequently invite discussion about innovations that can be done. The dedication of Dahlia cannot be underestimated. I'm gonna put my hat up high for this. Leadership is a thumb.

A day without Dahlia was enough to shake the other side of my life. No more giving spirit, buying lunch or fighting.

I saw rows of soulless library shelves, without the figure of Dahlia who was busy picking out the unimportant books there. Even the atmosphere of the central canteen seemed meaningless. Still felt on the tongue, savory meatballs of love that we ate together.

Aw, Dahlia ....

Dahlia, do you have diarrhea for a long time?

A message I sent to him.

Because of the long unrequited, I immersed myself in the routine as usual. Following the lecture feels more boring. Darwis jokes feel crisp without meaning. The corners of the campus are similar to empty plots without residents. Something scary started to feel.

Could it be that I'm starting to miss Dahlia?

Drrrtt!

Wh why? Kangen huh? I got a message from Dahlia.

I read that message when I just laid down in my beloved room. These rags are constantly being beaten by a pile of tasks from various directions. I wish I was still at a normal level of sanity. Because if not, maybe now I've been downing disinfectant liquid so that the angel of death immediately picked up.

I'm rattled. How do you answer Dahlia's message? Did I really miss him? Maybe not. I just feel like there's something missing in my life. Like eating a pineapple cake without pineapple jam.

Waiting for the kids of the club. My reply.

Drrrtt!

Drrrtt!

Ah, Dahlia called ....

Without thinking I immediately picked up my phone.

“Dahlia, how are you doing?” sweet sapaku.

“Dahlia? Mas, it's me Laras ..”

a soft voice was heard across.

Ow hell! How could I carelessly pick up the phone without seeing her caller ID?

“Eh, Race .. sorry ...,” hisisku.

“For busy huh, Mas? Sorry to interrupt. I'll call you back later, okay?”

“No, Race. Can I help you?” I was in a hurry to act ordinary.

“I want nanya Mas,” says Laras.

“Hmm. Be able. What's it?”

“If you want to buy a cheap new HP where ya? This is my Nokia's HP has been on fire a lot. Later if payday I want to buy a new one, Mas.”

I don't know why I don't answer that question. Still pictured Jono's annoying face. As a man, I have a self-esteem that cannot be bargained for.

“Why not ask Mas Jono? He must know. Kan lama is also in Surabaya,” sewotku.

It seems like my words incised a wound in Laras' heart. He was silent for a moment.

“Sorry Mas, already disturbed ..” sound Laras turned raucous.

Our conversation was interrupted.

Stupid me! Why did I talk to Laras? It seemed like it had been ignited by a burning emotion, so as to do khilaf. After all, Laras was an innocent girl who did not normally receive harsh treatment. I can imagine Laras' sad face holding tears down his blushing cheek. If that happens, I really can't forgive myself

I ran to face an opaque mirror hanging on the wall. Look at the reflected shadow. I found out that an innocent man had turned into a demon with his pair of pointed horns. His pair of eyes were bright red, with a buffalo-like nose. The look of hatred was painted in his eyes.

“I'm tired of being a weak creature. I want to be evil ...,” is furious.

No. gabe. That wasn't me.

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“What is Dahlia's favorite food?” I asked Darwis.

See? Happiness is simple.

“She's all in!” dervish replied while gulping, when a group of female students were passing by carrying trays containing meatballs. The smell tickled our poor noses. From the appearance, it is certain they are A class students, upper-class or uptown girls at least. When passing by, there was also the smell of a soft perfume that I thought cost many times more than the perfume I used to wear.

I used to buy Bvlgari perfume seeds in a small bottle that cost only ten thousand. It's the only perfume that's cost-friendly with the contents of my wallet. Stay classy, even if the price is economy class.

Darwis' answer is quite annoying. Is this Dahlia a dumpster? He could've said all the food came in! Just indiscriminate when talking.

“Tengokin dia yuk!” take me

“Newly not a day of college. Tomorrow too come in! Are you very upset?” seloroh Darwis's.

“There is an important thing I want to talk about the truth ..” I reasoned.

“Camp problems?”

“Iya, one of them was ...”

“Mistakenly?”

“One can value eighty!”

Darwis's face changed. Apparently he was not happy with the answer I just gave.

“People are asked seriously!” his protest.

“Ya most chat everyday problems only, Darwis. Why do you want to know so much?”

“Hmm. Okay.”

Undoubtedly a strange smile on the tip of Dervish's lips that failed to quantify. Sometimes I can't guess what's going on in his mind.

“You started worrying about it?” shoot Darwis. His eyes looked at me sharply. This is the first serious look I've ever seen.

I shook my head quickly.

“I'm worried about him because Dahlia is my best friend. You know I just like Lusi,” I replied.

Too bad, I'm not good at covering up feelings. My nervousness is so visible to Darwis.

“Why do you hope with someone who is uncertain?” darwis.

Uh, Darwis got sucked out, huh? Why did he suddenly turn sane? The sane version of this Dervish is rather alarming. Perhaps, he scratched everything I had hidden in my mind.

“I just want to make sure one thing ...”

“He feels for you?”

I'm nodding.

“If Lusi does not like me, why does she look at me like that?” resumes

“What does Lusi look like?”

I fell silent, trying to bring Lusi's gaze in my blurry memory. Gentle and warm, affectionate look. Unfortunately I can't describe it in front of Darwis.

“If you think, forget about Luci! Or you'll be obsessed with him for life. Sure I am, you will be single. You want it like that?” tanya Darwis later.

Tumben sentence Darwis into quality?

“I feel sorry for you ...” continued Darwis.

“Emang why me?” manya curious.

“It looks like you are thirsty caress a woman ..” Darwis said with a smile.

The insolent!

“Only! I didn't think too much about women. Think of the task of the picture as if to die. Let it flow!” I was defending myself.

“Munaroh you ah!”

I laugh. Yeah, you're right Darwis. I am a sad single person, but one day I will prove to the world who sneers at me, that later Abhimanyu Prasetyo will transform into Raden Arjuna who is valued by many angels.

We’ll see!

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