ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XCVI: Andre's Enchantment

News of the accident that befell Andre has apparently also spread throughout the campus. Some college friends started coming to see me. On average, they are female friends. No wonder, the name Andre is quite fragrant all the time, and popular among campus girls. Seeing that, I could only bite my finger, and move out of the room.

Today, the ones in charge of taking care of Andre are me and Doni. Farhan was looking for some household supplies outside. We were endlessly pampered with the sight of the girls going down and out into the treatment room. Me and Doni could only keep quiet while giggling in admiration.

“Andre uses science what the hell can be like this?” ask Doni.

“Not there! He's got a nice casing out of his sono. No need to wonder. We are all mediocre capital kayak gini. Got one lucky!” my spoken.

“Kita? It's good of us! Oh, and kaliii. I already have a monik. Lha who are you? Collapses with girls, but status is unclear. Just keep going until the end of the world!”

The words of Doni pierced like an idol, into the deepest heart. I stared at him with sewot. In a way, I look a few levels more interesting than Doni, but in love affairs, apparently the God Cupid is more on his side. I still rally in solitude, while Doni has joined the Monik. Yeah, I'm the only singles who live in a contract.

By noon, female guests were slightly reduced. I peeked into Andre's room. Now Andre's room seemed to be filled with various foods brought by his visitors. Fresh bread piled on top of the cupboard, milk cans and fruit baskets. Some even send a bouquet of flowers such as scenes of overseas dramas. Amboi, how lucky Andre is!

I'm actually quite happy to see my friend happy. Unfortunately, that happiness might be the suffering of the other party. I see Inneke as uncomfortable with the presence of Andre's female friends who come back and forth. In the end, Inneke was caught off guard and caught up sitting next to me outside the room. Her beautiful face looked tired.

“Andre ex a lot ya, Mas?” inneke asked me, without looking.

“Wah if the problem is I do not know also anyway, In. Indeed, I know Andre is quite popular on campus. His son is slang, so many friends. But I don't know if the ex is a lot or not,” I said rather awkwardly.

I look around. Fortunately, Doni is not. Sometimes, the child makes the atmosphere uncomfortable. Its venomous mouth should be muzzled first.

“Maybe I'm one of the lucky ones huh?” inneke Gumam.

“Lucky? How lucky?” manya curious.

“The theme Andre is many, especially those who come here I see the majority of girls. I was lucky because of the tens of girls, I was chosen by Andre to accompany his life,”, said Inneke.

I just fell silent, with a small smile not knowing what to comment. In Andre-Inneke's case, it's actually miris as well. If only I had been honest with Inneke, it would have caused new problems. Once Andre told me that he actually married Inneke in an accident. Unfortunately I saw great hope in Inneke's eyes. I'm afraid that hope is only hope. May Andre love him with all his heart.

“Mas Abi already has a girlfriend?” ask Inneke later.

I'm back in action. Why does this question come up so often? Like a mode in statistical science. A simple question that confused me what to answer. It took a few minutes to answer Inneke's question. I didn't answer that verbally either. Only with a head. Inneke just smiled a little at the trinket of my head.

“Better not to date, Mas. Directly married. Dating today is horrified. Don't let events like this one happen again.” Inneke gave his advice.

I'm a beard, don't know what to answer. There's a point in what Inneke said. Maybe no need to date, but get married. Unfortunately, this desire is unstoppable again. After all, this young blood slowly wriggled wanting to feel a drop of worldly enjoyment, not just being a spectator in the corner of the arena while drenched in tears.

I was still sitting in the waiting chair outside the room while waiting to see Azan Ashar. Inneke was also still sitting next to me, dismissing all the turmoil felt. Unfortunately, I was not the best solution giver, only able to be a loyal listener, without intending to interrupt or refute whatever Inneke said.

Suddenly the soft voice of a girl surprised me. I saw a girl with lively makeup, thick makeup and a pretty sexy dress standing looking at me. His smile was bristled from the lips that were polished with a fiery red lip.

I scrunched my forehead, trying to gather the scattered memory flakes. Remember and don't, try to bring back memories of this girl. Obviously I've seen his face, but forgot where.

“Forgot me yes, Mas?” said again.

“Mbak Amel?” I'm trying to guess.

The girl in sexy clothes nodded. Yes, Amel. The girl Andre introduced me to at a party. It barely changed. The impression of luxury is still attached, with makeup that shines brightly. He carried a parcel of fresh fruits wrapped neatly in transparent plastic.

“Two days ago I heard from a friend he said Mas Andre accident, so I immediately came here. But sorry, just got there. I was so shocked. How is he, my mother? That room, right?” amel asked while pointing at where Andre was being treated.

“Udah Kok Mbak.” I answered briefly.

“Kok call mbak anyway? Just call Amel. That's Mas Abi's girlfriend huh?” Amel suddenly pointed at Inneke who had been silent with his eyes. Inneke only replied with a wry smile.

“Oh, not Ma'am! This Inneke ..” I stammered hearing a question

“I'm his future wife Andre!” cut Inneke fast. His eyes stared hard at Amel. Suddenly I felt a pretty bad mood.

“Oh, sorry Ma'am. I didn't know Andre was getting married. Can I visit him?” asked Amel hesitating.

“Sorry Ma'am. Andre just got some rest. I will tell you later that Ms. Amel is here. Sorry yes, Ma'am!” inneke said quite firmly.

“Oh, it's okay. May Mas Andre get well soon,” said Amel while handing the parcel to Inneke.

I who was there felt that there was some sort of strong sense of rivalry. Maybe Inneke is not comfortable with the appearance of Amel who is too open, even though he is in the hospital. Amel's appearance is quite bold indeed had become the center of attention of other hospital visitors. Some men's eyes stole a glance at him.

Amel walked away leaving us both. Inneke seemed to still show a cold look, so somewhat reluctant to reprimand him.

“That's Andre's friend?” ask Inneke later.

I just nodded. Inneke took a deep breath. Maybe he never thought that Andre's friend had anything like that. I dare not conclude anything. Since childhood, I learned to judge humans not by appearance. As long as he has good words and good manners, then I think he is a good man. I don't know, maybe it's just one-sided. All this time I've seen fakes spread. Amel, with an all-open appearance, I think it falls as a category of good human. He is honest and what he is, not trying to cover up with a mask of falsehood.

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