Asta Brata: Kartika

"You why? Sick? "

The morning was bright. The sun seems to slowly rise up the horizon line. The birds chirped melodiously flying here and there and perched on the trees. The bocil running around because they are happy, today is a holiday that they must make the best use of. The noise of mothers who are huddling while shopping for vegetables. Mang Juja, the vegetable seller, would not want to get rubber from the mothers of gossipers. Not bad, can be told the wife of this trendy topic as well as the money from sales. His wife must be getting in love. And the dinner menu must have changed from fried tempeh to roasted honey chicken.

"There's no kale, Mang?" Ask a Mother to throw a honey-baked chicken out of Mang juja's mind.

"Oh, there's a row,"

And the conversations that filled the morning. Even so, the brisik's voice did not interfere with the focus of a man who was worried. Ismaya, the guy is staring at his phone. Confused about whether to call Kartika.

Last night, after Kartika was taken by her three friends, Ismaya felt anxious. Hopefully, the problem of the three girls is quickly resolved. Eight minutes passed. The four girls had not yet come out from inside. Ismaya is agitated. The guy was stirring up the remaining guava juice. His eyes stared at the cafe stage. The singer is still there. Ismaya knows the guy. Zyhan, Makuta Rama High School. XI grade IPS 1. A quiet guy who befriends Maruta, Baruna's twin. The guy's voice turned out great. But Ismaya did not focus on Kartika. Up to ten minutes from them leaving, Hana came out from behind with a dead red face. The girl passed by the cafe cashier who called her. But Hana doesn't care. Behind him, Mentari mngjar Hana. The girl apologized to the barista and the cashier. Ismaya's getting restless. Last time Ratih got out of there. The girl stopped as she looked at Ismaya. Then just look away. Leaving the cafe without a word.

Ismaya immediately ran to the cafe owner's private room after asking permission from the cashier who just shrugged his shoulders. And when Ismaya entered the room, Kartika was crying. And the more obvious, if the problem of the four girls is more complicated. Ismaya crouched down and hugged Kartika. Breathe a calming word. Slowly the cry of Kartika subsided. Kartika asked to go home.

"Haaahs. How am I supposed to?" Ismaya ruffled her hair in frustration. He just remembered that Hp Kartika was confiscated by his father since a few days ago. Ismaya is dizzy herself. Though today he had to study with Kartika for the exam tomorrow.

Ismaya decided to call someone else.

"Well, how's it going, Ra?" Ismaya asked directly as Candra just picked up her phone.

"Brice, really, early in the morning," ketus Candra from across. From the hoarse voice Ismaya knew the guy just woke up.

"Yes sorry. How am I supposed to?" Ismaya asked impatiently.

"Ck. How's what?"

"So gini..," Ismaya recounts last night's chronology. "So how am I supposed to be?"

Silent. Candra did not answer for a minute. Regular breathing sounds are heard.

"Mazandra! Wakes up. I told you to give me advice, not molest!" Shouted Ismaya annoyed.

"Ai, how?" Ask Candra loding.

"What about haruz?" Ismaya.

"Leave a samperin," Candra yawned wide, "Home,"

Ismaya immediately turned off her phone. He immediately prepared his books. Snatched his black leather jacket and left immediately. In the yard, grandma was drying clothes. Ismaya approached her grandmother.

"Ismaya wants to study at a friend's house, Grandma," Ismaya shook her grandmother's hand.

"Yes, be careful" her grandmother said.

Ismaya's matic motor passes through a crowded vegetable field.

"Eh, the casep. Where are you going early in the morning?" Ask the mothers who are choosing eggplants.

"Yes, here. Ismaya is handsome," said the mother next to him.

"Hehe. Go to a friend's house, tea. I first yes," Ismaya smiled kindly.

A minute later, he had already reached the highway. Ismaya was too excited this morning. Until the road jammed did not make him upset. Ismaya gladly gave the hundred thousand dollar bill to the buskers who sang for her at the red light. And when the lights go back green Ismaya runs the motor. Even whistling merrily. Until he arrived in front of Kartika's house.

Ismaya got off the bike. He was ready to hit the doorbell. But suddenly he hesitated. Is what Ismaya is doing right now? But the goal is to help Kartika learn. That's not wrong. Ismaya sighed and then hit the bell of Kartika's house. A minute later, the gate opened and a middle-aged woman appeared. Ismaya smiled at the woman.

"Sorry, find who?" Ask the woman.

"Oh, I'm Kartika's friend, aunt. Today I want to study together. Kartikanya exist?" Ask Ismaya.

The woman nodded. "Oh, ada. Come on in," that woman's welcome.

And for the second time Ismaya stepped on the house of Kartika. He immediately sat down on the sofa after being invited. While the woman climbed to the second floor and Ismaya waited for Kartika. Ismaya looked around. Yesterday, he had not had time to observe the living room of the kartika house. It's actually disrespectful, anyway. But he could not control his admiration. See, on the front wall of Ismaya there is a painting of a half-horse man carrying a spear. Next to him was a large photo. In the photo are Kartika, Maya and - perhaps - their parents. Maya is wearing a toga. That's a photo of Maya High School graduation. And if you look to the left, there's a storefront. There are a lot of cups. What Ismaya guessed, was the property of Maya and Kartika.

Ismaya looked up when she heard the sound of people coming down the stairs. Kartika is down. With a yellow sock and black shorts. Hair disheveled. His eyes are still red. Maybe she cried last night.

Ismaya thought, if someday he and kartika get married... Jesus Ismaya! Throw away those dirty thoughts. Ismaya immediately turned her eyes away from.

"Why?" Ask Kartika. The kind of question that has many answers.

"You want to help you learn" said Ismaya.

Kartika pouted which even made Ismaya increasingly divert his eyes. "Males knows not." Kartika sits near Ismaya. "Delayed, anyway!"

Kartika clucked in annoyance. "Judek. Come on,"

The two of them began to open up Chemistry textbooks. Honestly, Kartika is most difficult to understand Chemicals. Kartika prefers taekwondo or judo rather than having to understand Chemicals. But his father would be angry if Kartika could judo but chemical idiot.

"How's this?" Tanya Kartika pointed to a matter she was trying to work on. Right now, they are learning to do examples. And if Kartika doesn't know how to work on it, she will ask Ismaya and the guy will explain it briefly but easily understood. Look, Ismaya is explaining. Focus once to make Kartika even look at him.

"This result. Understood?" Ismaya looked up and found Kartika was looking at him seriously.

"Lo's really smart, huh?" Kartika Gumam. But Ismaya could still hear him. "Lo seriously want to hand your rank over to me?"

Ismaya. I am not comfortable with the question of Kartika.

"So serious about learning" said the new Maya with a mug in her hand. The girl sat on the sofa apart from Ismaya and Kartika. Staring at the jail in the direction of the two. Kartika grunts. Her brother is 'so familiar' once.

"Brisik, really!" Kartika Kesal.

Maya takes a slow sip of milk from the mug. Then I looked at Kartika. "Lagian lo have friends stop by, make it drink the same ready snack so what it is," said Maya. "Well, is it?"

Ismaya just smiled. Kartika glanced at the cynical Maya then stood towards the kitchen. Stripped his feet while treading on the floor. Ismaya looked at Maya confusedly. Maya just shrugged and sipped her drink again.

Ismaya stared at Maya a long time ago down to rework the practice problem. Maya's voice was heard again.

"Kartika asks you to give up?" Ask Maya. The hand movements of Ismaya who was writing stopped for a moment. Then he wrote back. Pounding and then shaking slowly. "No."

Maya sipped her drink again. "Gue hope you won't," Maya stands up from her couch with Kartika returning from the kitchen with a tray containing two cups of warm tea and a packaged snack.

"Well, that. There are guests at home" Maya said when she passed Kartika. Kartika just glanced cynically.

"Nyebelin" grumbled Kartika as she sat back beside Ismaya.

"sorry. I shouldn't have taken lo," Ismaya said.

"Nerepotin, anyway. Maya aja aja nyebelin," sunggut Kartika. "That, drink." Kartika is back. Started doing things that he couldn't. Lips cone. But he was so focused on doing. Ismaya looked at him now. Paying attention to the way Kartika frowned when she had trouble solving the problem and her flexible hand movements formed beautiful neat writing. Now Maya's words floated in her mind. Keep spinning over and over again like a broken cuff. Making Ismaya's head pulsate.

"No gini?" Tanya Kartika asked Ismaya to check the results of her work.

"Huh?" Tanya Ismaya was dazed.

"You why? It hurt?" Tanya Kartika was worried. A strange sting ran through Ismaya when her hearing caught the word 'you' Kartika had thrown for her. Kartika touched Ismaya's forehead with the back of her hand.

"Nothing," Ismaya shook her head.

"Eat him, this tea is drunk," Kartika grabbed the tea on the tray and handed it to Ismaya. Ismaya took it and drank it.

"Dizziness?" Ask Kartika again. Ismaya. "No,"

Deheman's voice made the two look up. A middle-aged man was staring at them sharply.

"Papa" said Kartika reflex.

Ismaya tried to smile at the man. He had heard from Kartika, how loud papa in all things. It made Ismaya a little bit faint.

"Who?" Papa pointed at Ismaya. His views remain on Kartika.

"Gu, teacher tutoring I pa," replied Kartika. Papa nodded. Staring coldly at Ismaya then walking out of the house. A few minutes later, the sound of the engine left the house. Kartika smiled wryly.

"Your father..,"

"Yes, nyebelin," cut Kartika. "You shadow, no weekends, no family gatherings, no holidays together, no fun things. There's papa's work, mama's work, Maya's college sister, I'm school. There is number one. So the best. Lost everything. Being on the highest peak," Kartika paused his speech. "I'm tired! I want to be rich other friends. Weekend together. Collect together. Story together. Sharing problems. Love solutions. Tap no.

"Papa always sue me. I'm capeeek!" Kartika. Shoulders squeezing. His body rests on the back of the sofa.

Ismaya stared at Kartika. Pengulum lips then stroked his head slowly. "It's okay. I do too" whispered Ismaya.

Seeing Kartika like this, Maya's voices vanished from her mind. Now he knows how to.

Meanwhile, Maya who had been observing from the end of the stairs just smiled. He now knew that his attempt to persuade Ismaya had failed. And behold! Maya knows Ismaya loves Kartika.

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