ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XLIV: Out of Control

Romantic drizzle Rinai, welcoming my arrival in Hero City. A heart studded with gaping wounds, slowly recovered to see the vibrant streets of Surabaya. My spirit slowly began to sprout in the garden of the heart. Slowly but surely, I closed a piece of the story with Lusi, even though it left a sore.

That was how love used to be, the pain is endless.

That quote of the legendary Chu Pat Kay sentence was ringing in my ear. Not an encouragement, but adding pessimism. Self-confidence plunges to the lowest level. For now, it feels like I have to vacuum first from the world of romance. Given two more weeks of UAS (Semester End Exams ) will be held soon. Of course I have to focus on embracing the future, so as not to disappoint the family.

Upon signing, as usual I got a very good reception from friends who missed. Indeed I am not special, but it is undeniable, they are very confused about my innocence and innocence. Who else can be bullied?

Especially Doni. The desire to bully is very turbulent. As soon as I appeared, instead of asking for news, instead grinning spread threats.

“Kirain has already died aja you,” welcome him friendly.

“Why? I stayed two days too. Don't you just miss me,” reply me.

“Najis tralala!”

“How's your Monik?” ask me while slipping feet on the carpet in front of the TV. I haven't been like this for a long time. It feels amazingly delicious.

The front room of this TV is like a paradise for residents, because it is equipped with rasfur carpets, fans, and if lucky there is also a plate of snacks or a glass of hot milk coffee.

“Still on the way dong! King of Singles!” taunted.

Not really my word?

Every sentence that Doni blurted out always attacked me frontally. As usual, I lost. Choose silence without wrinkles. Immune with Doni's venomous mouth. Any insults as great as I can accept with a large chest.

Unfortunately, this time Doni was joking at the wrong time. This heart just got badly cut. Doni's insults are actually a joke to make blood boil, thus igniting war. Plus, physical fatigue that makes emotions unstable. Clenching the jaw firmly withstands turbulent emotions.

Doni is not stopping chirping. He began to dance on my suffering without even a shred of empathy. With a bang he told me about the kindness of Monika or who it was I didn't care. He cruelly hit with insults how awful I am as a single person.

“Then you open the club. You open Jonesindo club. Jomble Ngenes Se-Indonesia, and you are suitable to be the chairman ...,” chirped Doni.

The sreeet!

I grabbed Doni's collar for a moment, pushed his back against the wall. Not a word said from the mouth. Only the look on my face makes it as scary as possible. This time I got out of control. Out of control. My reputation has been destroyed as a weak creature who is kind and not easily angry.

Doni. Didn't think I'd be that close. I slowly took off my grip, then passed with a question mark. Maybe Doni thinks I'm possessed by a demon waiting for Mount Panderman. I don't care what's in his brain.

Braaak!

After slamming the door, I threw a tired body onto the damp bed because I had been dead for two days. I slowly inhaled, in order to fill the chest cavity that began to be stuffy filled with anger. If possible, I want to shed some tears. But he said, Abstinence for men to cry. Especially for love. The law is illegal, so the father's message.

Alright.

Just follow the path that has been designed by the Almighty. All life scenarios have been written neatly, we live to play it.

Wh-tok-tok!

Room door knocked. Actually a sense of laziness wrestle the body, but there is a sense of guilt also when gripping the collar of Doni clothes. I shouldn't have served, and kept using common sense.

“Log in, unlocked!” my orders.

Farhan went into the room with a huff. I pulled out a plastic chair, sitting next to my bed.

“Why are you, Bi? Any problems?” tanya Farhan was enthusiastic.

I'm sealing. It seemed that they did not need to bear the burden of this unspeakable suffering. Let me enjoy the destruction with a chest. As always, time will heal the wounds.

“News, what's up? Toni said you were possessed. If it is true, later kuruqyah you,” bargain Farhan.

Is that right?

Doni thought I was possessed by an astral being, until he clutched the collar of his shirt. Maybe I am in a trance? Or is my emotions unstable? It's out of my habit.

“I'm fine, Han. Just tired,” lie.

“Alright then. I'm afraid you've got nothing. It's out of the ordinary. Should have just hit the Doni, do not have to use the gripping event,” Farhan suggested with a smile.

I smiled a little. Good idea, I thought.

“So it's okay to leave? Ntar if anyone bothers you or what says I am?”

I'm nodding.

Farhan left me alone. Actually they are so considerate, even if sometimes a bit silly. Maybe I need some time to put this sanity back in place before apologizing to Doni. Yes, I'm guilty. Apologizing is the best solution to remove the silliness I've done.

“You sick?” tanyanya seriously.

“Ngak!” answer's short.

Andre took out three pretty good phones from the small bag he was carrying, held in front of me, like a mobile broker that offers merchandise.

“Choose where?” bargained for.

Pick out? I scrunched my forehead. I don't understand Andre's offer. Since when does Andre sell second phones like this?

“How much is it?” tanyaku.

“Free, dodol! Which one did you choose?”

Free any? Just be right. My free soul immediately wriggled badly seeing a pretty good phone lined up in front of me. In the history of friendship with Andre, only this time he offered a fairly valuable item.

“I choose this ...,” I said while picking up a thin phone with a silver color casing. I fell in love at first sight with the phone.

Bye, Lusi!

“Yakin?”

“Iya this one only. How about a cell phone tumben? Just got sustenance or how about it?” aska I want to know.

I have a phone that still looks good. In the market, the price of this phone is still quite expensive. Like getting a durian crumbling down get it.

“Peccupy basis!”

“Lho coke ..?”

“Kan yesterday I said that if I make it through my day without love, then I win. It hasn't been a month, I've got a new boyfriend. So I lost, and I have to pass one of my phones to you. Remember not?”

My memory was immediately thrown to the events of a few days ago on Valentine's Day, Andre told me about the sad story of being ignored by Vita and I don't know who else. I forgot Andre's girls' names. He looks like a James Bond surrounded by beautiful women.

At that time, Andre promised to give me a cell phone if he could not survive a month without love. In fact, there has not been a month running he already has a new coupling.

Fucking playboy!

“Who is that unlucky girl?” my many.

Andre chuckles.

“Law three days. His name is Inneke.”.

“Inneke? You got a campus?” my guess.

“Not. Unair child, medicine.”

“Wah! Good stuff, though! Remember, don't forget about it!” my message. I look like my grandparents.

“Thenaang! Andre won't macem-macem!”

I smiled bitterly. Really the story of Andre who got a new girlfriend in less than a month makes the heart hurt more sore. When I lost, Andre laughed cheerfully and showed off his new arm. Doni is too. He showed off his association with the Monik.

Even so, I can't blame my friends. Bad luck is already written in life. No need to be envious of their success.

Me?

Don't ask!

I would love to get out of bed, kneel to Andre while yelling.

“Thank you for being your disciple, God of Love!”

I need to learn a lot from him how tips conquer the hearts of women, although I realize packaging, I lost to compete with Andre. There's only one I can offer my candidate.

Heart-sureness.

It's been. That'sthat's all.

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