
If I was restless half dead, now I'm confused half dead.
"Hug guy's girlfriend, boyfriend himself never hugged!" The echoing sound came from the entertainment floor, which was even more astonishing, my boyfriend was there, next to the badung students who were wearing headphones while beheading.
"Revi." I said as I forcibly let go of Baskara's embrace.
"Why ndoro princess? Feeling guilty?" seductive Baskara, he chuckled at my pouting lips.
"When was he here?" many wonder.
"Since you and Pandu have been chatting on the iron swing." explained Baskara. He waved his hand towards Revi.
"Why didn't you say it!" Sebel, I feel guilty for hugging another guy. Where to hit it blatantly. It was clear and witnessed by all my friends.
"I was going to call you, but because there was ndoro mas Suryawijaya and ndoro mas Pandu Mahendra who took care of you, I did not dare." said Baskara, then lowered his head when Suryawijaya cleared his throat.
"So you asked for a hug on purpose? You know, Bas. I abstain from hugging men who are not blood with me."
"But I'm your best friend, ndoro princess." - timpal Baskara.
I snorted, I lyric Suryawijaya who was indifferent to me.
"Don't tell me Daddy! This context is true friends are not the same as girlfriends!"
"As for Ma'am, who obviously once broke the rules, Mbak knows the punishment!"
Sur... Sur... You are fit to be a royal judge. A little wrong, law. Breaking the rules, the law. For a long time I was a defendant in a case of human rights violations.
"What's the fuss?"
I glanced, Revi smiled sweetly.
"Shock that I'm coming?" He was about to embrace me, but Suryawijaya who was staring intently at him, made him only able to smile clumsily.
"Not be ndoro mas." said Revi while holding a smile, "I'll take care of your mother, suwer!"
"Your sister? Ndoro princess!" timpal Suryawijaya cold.
"Not fun if it will be noisy, RT sir will come and continue to disperse this party. Udah-udah, ndoro mas Suryawijaya, ndoro daughter of Dalilah, brother Revi. Yuk... We're having dinner, tell my parents if the food you've bought isn't spent!" Baskara acted like a heroic, he smiled stiffly as he made small talk.
"Nine o'clock come home, Ma'am!" Suryawijaya's face is not good to see. I nodded so as not to disturb the atmosphere. I also understand if Suryawijaya acts like that.
"Case closed! So we have dinner now." said Baskara cheerfully.
The six-and-a-half of us, including Bimo who had just joined, walked towards the large sofa in the middle of the room.
As with the party of young people, the food served in the form of junk food. With classic reasons, it is easy to buy, there is no need to wash dishes, and the most practical is that everyone loves junk food.
Unlike my birthday, my birthday party that has been in the form of cut yellow rice tumpeng, ruwatan and shower setaman flowers. There was not even a truth or dare event like we did after dinner was over.
The six of us formed a circle, in the middle of which there was a soda bottle that had been finished.
"This is just for fun! Make another if you still want to here, please. Anyone who wants to go home is no problem either. It's just a party no more than ten o'clock at night, said the father was afraid he was bothering the next-door neighbor!" lontar Baskara in front of his friends.
Some cheered, "Tomorrow the birthday party at the bar or outside the house, Bus. It's home, not fun!" cheers of the eleventh grade students who often enter the counseling guidance room. The advantage is only one, playing basketball, so that the school still maintains it. He also includes Revi's friend, Genk the heavy mob.
Baskara sneered, "Enak is also at home, no need to bring ID again!"
"Student cards just love numbers, styles get into bars!" revi timpal.
I smiled faintly, Revi.
"Truth or dare!" Baskara leads the game. He turned the soda bottle.
I wish I was worried, hoping I wasn't the one who got the first turn. So do some people who follow this silly game. Their faces looked serious as well as enthusiastic.
"Truith!" revi replied when the bottle cap was pointed at him.
Baskara chuckled, saying, "So Revi must answer honestly! If you lie, brother's nose is more pointed Pinocchio cake!"
Revi nodded firmly, "I'm very honest, isn't that the princess?"
I gasped, "Huh..."
"Huh. huh... What the hell is not focused on that?" revi asked while looking at me.
I smiled wryly, "Think nothing, just full to sleep!"
"I'm the same as everyone. Every satiated sleepy, what some state officials who like to sleep at the meeting of the council members is also a glut of money people continue to sleepy huh? Curious about me." said Baskara critically.
"Ribet is very thoughtful, Bas! Even if at a sleep meeting it means they do not sleep because of thinking people!" diplomatic says.
Everyone was open to hearing my words and Baskara's.
"It's gonna talk to the board members or it's gonna listen to my honesty!" sahut Revi's.
Everyone looked at each other, then one by one the questions were thrown from mouth to mouth.
"Totally like Dalilah?"
"What do you like about Dalilah?"
"Are you serious about ndoro princess?
"Is it your first love?"
"Have you ever kissed?"
"Do you want to be like Dalilah?"
"So what exactly is your motive for approaching Dalilah?"
I turned my head and looked in wonder at the face of Pias Revi. While others looked intently at the object of concern to everyone.
I saw Revi blink for a moment. Clearly he was anxious, perhaps afraid that the answer would hurt my feelings? Revi smiles. He looked, looking at me.
Suddenly I felt dizzy with all the suspicions and answers that Revi would say. I looked at him, ketar-ketir.
But with a sweet smile he presented, he clasped my hand in front of Suryawijaya who hardened his jaw. Soon our closeness brings dangerous consequences. The quiet Suryawijaya clearly did not accept, the hands of his beloved Mbakyu who sucks all over the palace in the hands of men he did not recognize.
Sometimes I wonder why fate has such terrible humor. Falling in love and being close to men seems to be the 'long thing' of a King's daughter.
...Happy Reading 🥰...