Anzar : A Story

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Dances of white smoke kept billowing in my mouth. Yeah, I'm a smoke addict, but as for drugs and spirits, I've never touched them. For me let me billow like a train instead of my life being ruined by drugs.

I never chose to be this kind of bastard, without my knowing it, here I am with all the traits that adorn my life. As time went on, my father once said "i don't care about your mischief, just don't be a moron, your naughty in the sense of just you and not harming others" Yes, it was my father who believed that his son could keep the honor that he always carried with him at all times. This freedom is merely a test, what I will be by my own decision.

An hour may have passed just by sitting quietly enjoying cigarette smoke with the coffee that has begun to recede, before long someone came to the place where I was silent along with Riko and Reno.

"Zar, you're a BP teacher" said a person of short stature and tan skin color, he's my classmate Anggi.

"what's the matter Gi?" I don't think I've done anything wrong this time, but why did BP's teacher call me?

"don't know Zar, you check there" after saying that Anggi was sitting on the chair there. "gue asked for a cigarette well" he continued taking a cigarette from his pack on the table.

"take it" said Riko with the style of the rancid "Zar, what are you making trouble for? I don't know" he continued asking me.

"don't know me either" I replied who really didn't know what the problem was. "go to the BP room first" I said as I stood up from a sitting position.

"mau ditemenin gak?" tanya Reno dengan penuh empati.

"no, you're here" after that I walked this step to fulfill the call of BP's teacher. Without any worry or fear for what I will face. Until I arrived at the door of BP's room.

"asslamuailaikum" there I found Mr. Ali who was sitting while continuing to focus on his newspaper which he finally turned his head and put the newspaper.

"waalaikumsalam, you turned out" he said with a look like he wanted to pounce on me who could not possibly fight him.

"yes sir, why?" I asked with confusion approaching, then I sat on the sofa there.

"who's sitting down?" I immediately stood up with the stupid behavior I showed him.

"sorry sir, reflexes" I replied grinning the horse.

"sekrang sitting" along with me and Mr. Ali then sat facing each other, he continued to look at me with his flat face. "Anzar, the father is confused with you, has often been truant, naughty also you are" he continued with an angry face.

"yes, sir, I'm sorry" I realized that what Mr. Ali was talking about was the truth about me.

"father once gave you a letter for your parents to come here, but your parents didn't come..."

"ohh yes sir, seriously I forgot that sir, sorry sir" cut me off with a stupid smile that kept on printing.

"this is you" he said in disbelief.

"father, don't you know?" ask me with a style of detail that has returned to this soul.

"father is busy, trouble isn't just you!" the answer was like complaining about his duties.

"well sir, tomorrow I bring my parents" I said, who was not comfortable in this room.

"don't forget again" he replied full of threats.

"get ready sir, I'm going to class sir" I said while kissing the back of Mr. Ali's hand "asslamualaikum" then I returned to the shop Pak Deni.

I completely forgot about having to take my parents, even the letter I threw in the trash at that time*stupid you are, ****. I arrived at the deni stall.

"why Zar?" ask Riko who is sitting there.

"whom my parents called, forgot me" I replied casually as I picked up a cigarette and lit it.

"ohh, who do you want to bring?" ask Riko back.

"teh Ineu ajalah" I replied casually which I then sat next to Riko.

"*** you, ntar sir even Ali ngaceng if that" said Riko with a frenzy to make Reno and Anggi laugh.

"all I ask Ineu tea with a mini skirt" I said excitedly.

" ha ha bangke emang lu" Riko said with a laugh.

I enjoy all this madness, with friends who never wavered and never looked at me more than others, we are all equal. I am sure that each individual has their own weaknesses and strengths.

"the school has disbanded" Anggi said, opening his voice.

"it's only 11 o'clock" said an unbelieving Reno.

"the teacher wants an event" Anggi replied convincingly.

"ohh, say dong!" reno replied in that style.

"come back to Zar" Riko asked as she got up from her seat.

"nginep in my house yok, tomorrow is Sunday" I said to invite three semprul people who are with me.

"gue can't Zar, there's a show" Anggi politely declined.

"gue too, at home again with no people" Reno continued.

"yes it's okay boss" said I understand their respective affairs. "do not alesan lu Rik, I tonjok lu" continued forcing and threatening Riko to stay at my home.

"yes yes, I will always be there for you" he said like an alay boy.

"fucking shit!" I replied disgustedly "let me pick up, I want to go to Nadia's house first" I continued.

"cewe teross's"

"bacot you! come home" I walk to the place where Deni sir is sitting "beh want to pay" Deni sir immediately turned to me. "sampoerna mild a pack of the same three good day coffee, how much?" I intend to pay it.

"35 rebu Zar" replied Mr. Deni.

"nih, 50 rebuy, the change is made again here" I said while giving the 50 thousand money. "go home first yah beh" I continued.

"iya sono" he answered briefly.

I walked with Riko who followed me to the place where my bike was parked, I went straight up to my bike and Riko also went up.

"bare Zar, it's not Gibran yah?" riko asked while pointing at the man named Gibran who was in front of my school gate was sitting quietly on his red ninja motorbike.

"iya Rik, why is she here?" I said back to ask Riko.

"i don't know" he answered quickly.

Before long came a beautiful woman who was no stranger to me, she was Nadia, she walked up to Gibran, when they chatted and looked very familiar, until Gibran put a helmet on Nadia's head, this heart began to feel that something was wrong, like pain but not blood, my anger rose to see Nadia riding a Gibran motorcycle, wanting me to go down and hit Gibran, he said, but I'm a nobody, Nadia, too.

I chose to be quiet, watching Nadia hug Gibran with her happy face, and they started to go away leaving behind a heartache that I was experiencing right now. It turns out that his sweet attitude is all about me, he has no feelings for me. I was confused by myself, why I had to be hurt, but this is really real and I don't accept Nadia with anyone else.

"dog" I murmured dampened the burning anger.

"Zar, your girl was taken with Gibran" said Riko Seprti, not believing the incident. "dog! should we attack the Matador?" ask her with emotion.

"she's not my girl" I replied lazily although this anger continued to envelop me and whispered destroy Gibran, Nadia should only be with Anzar.

"but Zar..."

"it's Rik, don't need to be discussed anymore" I replied while running my bike quickly, accompanied by anger and heartache that continued to tear myself apart what do you mean Nadia? you are so cruel, I think you are a port that will be a happy place after a long time sailing in the sea, but it turns out you are just a rock that has scratched my ship.