ASMARADANA CROWN PRINCESS

Chapter 9

Lately Revi rarely bothers me. He was busy with OSIS affairs that kept him in the OSIS room throughout the break. This opportunity I made as a form of gratitude because I could freely spend time in the cafeteria or school library without the interference of the rancid man. 

Somehow Bimo and I are no longer two strangers, or rivals as they were in Junior High. Now Bimo and I are us. We were together like old friends. We became accustomed to having conversations and discussions about anything while walking together in the school corridor, spending time in the cafeteria, or disturbing Baskara playing basketball on the court. 

If I used to say spicy or poignant to him before, now I can compromise well. This closeness I use because I also need friends who understand me. 

The female friends in my class were quite rivaled by me, the same thing happened again. Now that the competition is quite tight and horrified, women are not ashamed to express their hearts first to the new scene.

So being a tomboy and having male friends is more than enough to not be too lonely in school.

"Suggested there will be a new OSIS member election? You want to come again, Lilah?" bimo asked, looking at me. 

I shrugged and shook my head, "Udah males me. Especially having to face him!" 

"Oh... Okay." Okay." Bimo nodded without giving much consideration.

"So he's in a coordination meeting to find a first-class OSIS member?" I asked Bimo, he nodded with a smile. 

Although we are often both. Not infrequently Bimo is also often confused with other children. Talk about a hot topic that is going on at school. No exception to the things that happened between me and Revi!

While Baskara, he forgot the initial purpose of entering this school. The reason is classic, he wants to know how it feels to have a crush, have a new girlfriend and many friends besides me. But he did not forget me just like that, every time Baskara came home from school would accompany me until picked up by Ayahanda or other family members. 

Including Om Nanang, he had returned to the palace after wandering in search of love that never stopped him. In fact, come to think of a sinden who constantly stole his heart. But Om Nanang is still selling expensive. His style is still like ABG, even though he is older than Mother. No dear good looks will only be in vain. 

"Tomorrow do you want to take what excrement?" 

Again I just shrugged, "You alone, Bim?" askaku. 

"Art, same scientific." replied Bimo. 

I laughed crisply, "Art of photography? Or what art? The art of many majors." I said while waiting for him to answer with interest. 

"Dance arts. I was amazed, why Suryawijaya could dance so well. You too." 

I laughed out loud, as well as not believing in Bimo's desire to learn the art of dance. He actually why, his desire is strange.

"Because we have learned since childhood, since Kindergarten we have been encouraged by Ayahanda to learn to dance. But if you really intend, you can join the dance sanggar which is usually used as a place to learn classical dance of the palace. Not at school!" reminded me. "Mending basketball, or band. More exciting." 

Bimo nodded, "OK. Maybe Sunday tomorrow I'll visit your house and you can introduce the dance teacher." 

I'm stuck, he... not getting into my world right? He's not under the influence of a love sign, is he? 

"Okay, no problem." I replied briefly as I stood tidying up my uniform. 

Really, it doesn't matter to me if Bimo wants to learn to dance, I'm happy enough that Bimo wants to know my world. A world full of manners. 

***

The break was ten minutes away when I walked across the basketball court. It looks like Baskara and his teammates are running around to grab the round ball in red brick. There was a cheerful shrieking sound that Asih-Asih did. He clapped his hands after Baskara managed to grab the ball and point it into the basket.

Asih's? Is he the son of Baskara? Duh, Wrestling. The guy turned out to be smart also looking for prey, know only clear-eyed. 

I approached Asih and sat next to her, she turned her head and smiled. 

"Baskara said he was your best friend." Asih said. 

"Yes. We have been in office since Junior High. Why?" manya curious. 

"What does she like?" ask Asih. 

"Everybody likes it, but he prefers basketball over football, he likes chicken noodles over meatballs, he likes monochrome colors too" I'm clear. I wonder if this Asih really likes my best friend or is just an admirer. 

I nodded steadily, with quick steps I joined the two of them. 

Baskara threw the basketball, I caught it, nimble I was dribbling the ball. At a distance of a few steps from the ring, I raised my hands and knees up towards the basket. Lay-up shoot, Bam!!

The ball goes into the basket smoothly and then bounces on the field. There was a boisterous sound of applause from some of the students who had come to watch. 

Baskara and I are five, and so are his friends. 

"Hahaha, still good at you, Lil. Cool." Praise Baskara. 

I laughed and wiped the sweat that soaked my forehead. 

"Great... Great, maybe even your style!" 

I'm turning. The head of the OSIS showed me the trunk of his nose. His smile was slanting as if it was mocking the three of us. 

Behind him, there were five people following him. Like the heavy horde, the head of OSIS is indeed carrying his flock anywhere. 

"Three on three is great too. How's the princess, okay?" Revi approached me. 

I'm stepping back, "Son!" reply straightforward. 

"Come on, I'll make a bet! If your team wins, I won't bother you again princess, but if my team wins. You need to be on the OSIS team and be my girlfriend!" 

I'm grieving, but the offer is tempting enough. He, the head of OSIS and this guy doesn't bother me. It's miracle. A miracle I don't have to deal with anymore. 

"Deal!" I said fast without thinking. 

Revi shook my hand and nodded with a satisfied smile. 

"Gayscale... Three on three, play smooth! The girl is the match!" revi Semringah. The crowd nodded while laughing. 

Baskara pulled my hand fast, she held both of my shoulders and looked at me sharply. 

"You're reckless Lilah! He and his gang are the core members of this school's basketball team. And, you want to know how many trophies they have won during the race!" 

I shook my head slowly, "How much, Bas?" manya curious. 

Baskara patted her eel, shook her head and pinched my cheek in an agitation. 

"They never lose, Lilah!" baskara said furiously as she glared at his eyes, "are you sure you want to be his girlfriend because of the bet? Come on Princess, where's your brain?" 

I stepped on Baskara's shoes in annoyance, "But I'm inside the cranium. I don't know!" sergeant hurry.

"Can't discuss it later again, the clock is a wild break!" sahut Revi seemed to know we were both agitated about this bet. 

I tidied up my uniform, in a respectful manner I faced Revi who was smiling mockingly. 

"The game will be to go home from school, because the doorbell has sounded." I walked over to Revi and patted him on the shoulder, "Denger is the head of OSIS if the bell rings, let's go to class first!" I smiled wryly, hiding such obvious worries on my face.