AL And EL
The Miracle of the Nineteen
"When you decide to choose me, I'm already in your life"
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Sayup El opened his eyes, staring at the clock hanging on the wall, the needle quickly slid towards the number three in the morning. El got up, gulped down a glass of water and laid himself on the bed.
After the incident, it feels shortness of breath that often comes back relapsing. El often felt shortness of breath and suddenly lost consciousness, it used to be tight it came the first time when he was threatened, when he felt really in isolation when his SD friends cornered him. Since then El felt the tightness of naafas that he suffered was not an ordinary tightness. But El won't bother. This tightness will disappear tomorrow when the circumstances around it are good.
He lay down on the bed, took a breath and scrolled the phone. There was nothing that interested him, no friends that he could talk to. Lonely? Isn't it common for El. Since when did El feel the need for someone to stroke the top of his hair when he really felt frustrated.
As he shifted the screen, the name "stalker" made the swipe from his hand stop. He simply stared at the name without any intention of suppressing it. Five minutes he kept looking at the number, finally the phone he keyed, placed on the nightstand and staring at the sky of the room.
Is there a best option for El at the moment, for example leaving this house and living alone. She needs a guardian when she's from birth never knows who her father is.
The sun is rapidly falling. Gives the most beautiful sun. El was neat in school uniform, down the stairs and staring at the happy family eating breakfast. El wanted to pass by but Glori was already looking at him as if hoping for El to also join the breakfast.
El turned, shifted the chair and sat down. Along with that Kharisma shifted the chair and stood up.
She's gone behind the door, Ela's doing the same thing, she's gone somewhere.
El didn't take the rice, he shifted the chair, put the bag over his shoulder.
"El leave first pa" said El
He kissed Glori's hand, then walked away from this luxurious prison. He walked on foot, down the sidewalk to his school. The distance between El's house and the school is not too far away, it can still be reached only by foot.
El stopped in front of the gate, kicked a pebble, and looked at the school with a sad look.
In the depths of El's heart, he wants to return to Surabaya where his former school can still make him calm. At least when he came home that old hut, he could do anything at will.
"Ew"
Feeling his name being called, El turned his head. Again the girl who last night always followed him wherever he stood with the widest whim.
El did not answer to walk without saying Al again.
"Al night Dreamin El" Al told with passion.
The girl balanced El's wide steps. Still telling me about his dream last night.
El's goal was not classy, he climbed the stairs to the roftof. Al also climbed the stairs.
"Well, if you hang out here in the morning"
Al took out the provisions in the bag. He gave it to El, the man just stared at the provisions without intending to receive it
"Make El" said Al
"Make me?" he repeated Al's words
"Yes, Al is still learning to cook. Hope it's good"
Above the roftof there are chairs and tables arranged in a pile, tables that have been written with sentences that are not clear from students. A chair that has been weathered and the hot morning sun that warms.
Al shifted the seat that was not too bad, opened the provisions, and thrust towards El.
A serving of fried rice as it was served on the table this morning. El just stared at the fried rice, he wanted to eat fried rice with his family, but seeing the reaction of Kharisma and Ela it felt like the family word would be far from him.
"Byok eaten, do you want Al to be yawning ?"
Al winked. Seductively.
El grabs a spoon, scoops a mouthful and puts it in his mouth.
It tastes bland, too sweet for the size of fried rice, no spicy taste and tastes fishy. Maybe the effect of eggs chalked with rice.
"Asin" said El.
"If it's salty don't eat El"
Al tried to snatch but when he saw El was so greedy eating his provisions, silent Al drew a smile
"It's pretty if you're not angry"
"Gazo"
El chokes, directly hits the chest of the field
"Drink first"
Al pulled out a bottle, thrusting it at El. The man drank water like he never drank it.
El was still chewing the rest of the rice in his mouth. Diverting the direction of view and opening the eyes many times. He will not cry in front of others.
Feeling the fried rice made by Al makes him feel homesick, he misses Eviana.
The stock was empty by the rice, with the satisfaction of Al put the container of provisions into the bag.
"To yuk class" Al asked.
El did not reply, just sighed and shifted his gaze to the field.
"Will not go to class?" ask Al.
El just silently showed no reaction will answer Al's question
"Yaudah, if that's Al nemenin El here"
Al swiped sitting next to El, the smell of mint from the tubub El made Al close his eyes for a moment.
"Lo still likes me?" el asked arrived.
"Huh?" Al turned his head to look at the face of Al who was currently also staring at him.
He nodded confidently.
"Want to be my girlfriend?"
Al widened his eyes. Can't believe. Had Al not spoken wrongly, he asked Al to be his girlfriend.
Without hesitation, Al nodded confidently, pulling the corner of the lips.
"Al wants El, Al wants, wants to want to want" said Al with a stir.
"We're dating from now on"
And then El walked away leaving the roftof.
Al jumps "aaa Al now officially so Ellllllllll's girlfriend"
Al stopped jumping "Al must declare this news"
He's running out roftof. Down the stairs in a hurry.
Bughhhh
"Yeah"
Al slumped down because not heart. Even so, he laughed.
note: Mon sorry to hang, how are you guys? greetings from Al El Dul hahah
