AN ATHAYA?

27-Double 'I'

"Athaya?" the man turned his head when he heard the voice of someone calling him, as his net caught the figure of Iqbal running towards him he smiled.

"Hey, what's up?" athaya replied as Iqbal was by his side.

"I want to meet you, you want to come by later, all together with aunt Zahra is okay he said," said Iqbal.

"Oh that? okay, so the night I came along was just as exciting," they walked hand in hand past the students who were about to go home too.

"Who was that, how's that coming from this direction?" Iqbal asked, he put his hand in his pants pocket, although it was still daytime but the atmosphere was cold.

"So there's a headroom, there's a little business, this is going to grab a bag" Athaya replied kindly.

"Lo go straight home?" Athaya connected to the one directly dubbed Iqbal, "yes, it was going to hang out first, but the kids are busy, tomorrow only he said"

After half a minute of walking, from the opposite direction of them Ivana waved who then retorted Athaya. The guy glanced at Iqbal to invite him closer, Iqbal according to although he would know the flow that would occur.

"Hay Athaya," Iva said hello first, as he saw Iqbal who was beside Athaya— himself nodding a glance "Hay, Iqbal"

Iqbal replied with a nod as well, he had a glance at him—seen his eyes that could not be separated from Athaya, apparently Ivana was in love a second time to Athaya.

Such a sincere look made Iqbal seem to fall, making him think about how lucky an Athaya was to be loved by such a sincere girl Ivana.

"It's like it's cloudy?" Ivana argued after seeing the dark sky.

"Yes, I think it's going to rain" Athaya said.

"Pick home yuk," Iqbal asked, as they began to step Athaya suddenly remembered something.

"Why?" Iqbal asked, "I think I need some water. My bag doesn't exist,"

Ivana's soaring, "oh yeah! Athaya sori I forgot earlier abis nganterin Dance to his car I'm straight here,"

"Yes, no papa times. I'll take it first, right? you wait here," without saying anything else Athaya half ran through the corridor that was starting to desolate.

Here Iqbal is, when Athaya left Ivana alone with him without suspicion, if Athaya could read his mind and heart he might not let that happen.

He intended to leave before Ivana's voice broke the silence between the two, "sit down first yuk, Bal. Our class is far away," Iqbal stuck in his mind, he approved—sitting side by side with a close distance to Iva.

If only he had been hers, perhaps he would have been much closer than this, after all the heart Ivana had now was named 'Athaya' instead of 'Iqbal'.

"Why don't you dance?"

Iqbal tightly bent his face, what kind of strange question was that? though from the first it was clearly the house of Iva and Dance in different directions! he was already nervous for a trivial affair like this.

"We are different directions, if one direction maybe we are together, yes even though the Dance family has already said will pick me up anyway, but yes still not tasty," Iqbal breathed a sigh of relief, Iqbal exhaled, apparently Ivana was relaxing.

"That means that since that night you've been with Athaya?" Iqbal ventured to ask.

"Lo know?" tucked in a shocked face when Iqbal glanced at Ivana, natural that not many people know this relationship, Iqbal tried to relax.

"Let's just be calm, I'm not careless anyway, who told Athaya directly,"

Iva ripped, "uh people like to rumble secrets," Iqbal smiled wryly, "fatherless, that's a sign he's proud to have lo," Iva turned to Iqbal to make his face reddened with embarrassment.

"Kalo lo? don't have a girl?" Ivana asked with heavy breathing, "yet,"

Iva laughed a little, "look for it? what kind of lo?". As Iqbal looked at the blackened sky, he knew that the universe wanted him to be made unsettled.

Kayak lo Va, I love it. When his heart chose to resign torn when he knew that he did not give a struggle at all for Iva, he only focused on his own feelings that focused on shame and ge-er.

"He likes me and I like him. He is loyal to me and I am loyal to him. He cares about me and I also care about him" he was calm, not grandiose to give an explanation here and there.

Ivana looked up at the sky, then nodded, "okay also lo type, out of the box, which is important to care about," Iqbal dropped a glance at Ivana, as the girl turned her head, it's falling down.

Now he wanted to cry as hard as he could, where no one heard him. And when he realized he was carried away in the wrong stream, turning back to his head as Athaya's footsteps rang out, there was no meaning in wishing.

"Go home, yuk,"

He said before everyone left the place.

...--...

"Are you the same as Iqbal?" Athaya asked from the top of her bike, Iva shook her head "why? jealous right?"

"Yee, who's jealous, I'm the one"

Iva laughed, "not saying anything, just a casual chat as a friend,"

"Btw, are we talking about me?"

"Yes, gini"

"Why?"

"Ohh, I know. It must be Iqbal who tells you if we are made," Athaya glanced at Iva from her rearview mirror.

"But, ge-er"

"What? did you really say me?"

"I don't know" Ivanas replied, Athaya bit her lip and refocused herself on the trip.

"Eh, Ath?" Iva said shortly after.

"Hm?"

"It's raining?" Iva put her hands up, the rain started to rain gradually began to feel heavy. After Athaya realized the rain would actually fall, he gas—tried faster than the rain itself.

"Shit up first, Athaya. The rain was heavy, sick" Athaya nodded faintly then turned the handlebar on the bus stop there.

They came down from the motorbike and took shelter, the clothes were half wet, while the rain was even more heavy and accompanied by a heavy wind.

"Lo's cold?" athaya asked worriedly because she saw Iva's suddenly pale face.

"Not too, I was gini if it was raining, a little sick" he said somewhat squealing because of the sound of rain.

"Here, hug me,"

"What?" Ivana frowned, not hearing Athaya's voice, and she clucked in agony before her hands hugged Ivana's cold body.

The girl soared, warmth creeping as Athaya's body hugged her tightly. He drowned his head in Athaya's chest while closing his eyes, where he faintly heard the rhythmic heartbeat of Athaya.

He felt warm, like his father's embrace when he was cold, inhibiting the cold from going further into his bones.

Athaya closed her eyes, enjoyed everything that happened, the years she had not seen Ivana, and this was the moment she had been waiting for, when she became a place for Ivana to feel more comfortable.

...--...

Zahra and Athaya kept their promise to visit Iqbal's house, nothing serious in that 30-minute chat, the brand enjoyed Anggi's cooking before Athaya and Iqbal decided to separate from it.

On the terrace, Iqbal and Athaya talk about many things, from school matters to college plans for the future.

While in the middle of the conversation Athaya frowned, from the outside of the horde of motorcycles like parked in front of Athaya's house.

"It looks like there's a motorbike" Athaya said.

"Yes, who?" Iqbal asked himself.

He circulated his gaze, when there he found the Asep mang who was passing by "mang Asep?"

The middle-aged man turned his head after Iqbal continued "can you please see who isn't, mang?"

"The one in front, den? just den?" Iqbal nodded, and Asep went out but never came back.

Iqbal was suspicious, he took the initiative to go alone followed by Athaya. When he arrived, he was surprised to see some guys there.

"Wooy!" Iqbal.

Athaya looked back, after which the voices of the men dominated there.

"Hallo Asep, Athaya!" Vino with his grin immediately invited tos Iqbal and Athaya, a few seconds he was confused before finally clucking as good as— apparently Vino, Don Don, Damar, and Sky there.

"Bad lo! hang out!" Damar.

"Tante Anggi, As–, uh Kok Asep anyway, Iqbal dateng's friends,"

"You want to eat, right?"

"Pake nanya," Don Don immediately breezed into Iqbal's house, as well as his friends, how could they know?.

"Lo tell you?" ask Athaya.

"Somewhat."

"Seru nih, house rame," Athaya smiled widely.

Iqbal smiled, right, he should not only invite Athaya, but his other friends as well.

When Athaya entered Iqbal followed, previously thanked Asep mang for its availability earlier.

"Thank you, Mang Asep" he said with a friendly smile.