Beautiful In Dark

02. Why Fainted

I object to getting a punishment, but if it's you, I'd do it

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Actually Darka is not the kind of person who is easily curious, but only this time he really wants to know something. The girl he hit in the cafeteria. I don't know, he feels weird and surprised. The girl looked pale as she looked at him, her eyes black as if there was no life, and her red jacket.

The red jacket. Darka felt there was something special about the red jacket.

The girl always enters his mind, as if deliberately haunting for Darka to finish. For Darka to know him. Until the next day, Darka was busy looking for a figure in a red jacket at his school, but he never met.

"Weh, I want nanya," Darka said as he elbowed Anwar who was busy eating his bread. The four of them were in the cafeteria, and no matter how much Darka circulated his gaze, the girl did not appear either.

"It's just that" Anwar replied with a mouthful of bread.

"Sir Darkaaa!" someone's call made Darka talk. He turned his head, found his underclassman calling while writhing in pleasure.

"Hi, Darovers," Darka said with a big smile until his teeth were visible. It's risky for a handsome man to be judged like this.

"YAAA! I'm crazy to smile!" he exclaimed cheerfully, then ran small while carrying a book and followed by his friends. "Sister, ask for the TTD dong!"

"Oh, may-be," Darka replied happily.

Three of her friends start clucking, not liking to see Darka who is now a god-level narcissist. Most of the canteen inhabitants started to focus on Darka, always like this. Who doesn't know Darka? A handsome guy who has an Instagram following of up to a million.

Darka has not realized his ideals, but his fans are already bejibun. How many people envy him. Just blame the genes of his father and mother who made a creature as handsome as Darka was born.

"No, no, it's cute, cool, funny, kind, sweet again! So, I'd love to want to nyubit!" exclaim one of her underclassmen after Darka signs her book.

Darka laughed amusedly. He saw her face, sweet too. "Whose name are you?"

"AA! My name is Nina, sister. N-i-n-a. Don't forget, pliis-"

"Sister, I want dong!"

"Heh, I used to have it! Brother plis, notice me!"

"Sick dong!"

"Woi, lookout!"

"Sir Darkaaa!"

"Hot water! Hot water, get out of the way!" that familiar shrill voice split through the crowd which made Darka and his friends claustrophobic.

Tia appeared with a big smile. His lips were so red that they had eaten a baby. Darka widened his smile, he stood up and opened his arms wide.

The man meant to hug Tia, but apparently Tia did not reply. Instead, turn your face cold and slap Darka slowly.

Darka flinched, his eyes widening. "Tia, what do you mean?"

Three of his friends were surprised. As far as they knew, Darka did not wish for or much more Tia. So far their relationship is still good.

"Don't make me jealous, dong. You name one of them," said Tia disappointed, pointing to the crowd of underclassmen who could now only remain silent because they knew Darka was close to Tia.

They don't want Darka to be hurt, but they don't want Darka to have a crush like Tia. That girl is like a witch. Look at his face, really cynical when he sees them.

But, they, who like Darka but can't have, can only be silent, praying their best for Darka's life.

"Original, are you jealous? Who are you? My boyfriend?" Darka asked innocently.

The eyes of Anwar, Sandi and Putra widened. They look at each other with the same thoughts. Though just three days ago Darka admitted he loved Tia and valued the girl until invited to a romantic walk.

But now? Even after being friends for nearly two years, Anwar, Sandi and Putra were still unable to guess the direction of Darka's mind.

Tia's face was flushed red, ashamed and angry. He was disappointed, wanted to speak but he had self-respect, he did not want to beg for love. He shouldn't be a fool, he's one of Darka's victims.

Darka always plays women. It was a fact that had spread, yet Tia was wrong for simply ignoring it. Now he understands.

Therefore, Tia ended up leaving with an angry move, while Darka's fans published a wide smile, it would not be wrong if they became Darka's fans.

The man was full of surprises.



"Karma lo, Dadar, mampoos," joked Sandi while carrying her bag, about to go home. Anwar and Putra did the same move.

"Subroto was resisted," Anwar added, further increasing Darka's frustration.

"Udahlah, mending lo mendesin it's a task, keep kumpulin on his desk, keep going home, continue following us-we at the Sandi house," said Putra concluded.

Son nodded. Darka immediately let out a long sigh, frustrating himself. "Ye, Anjir, who help me?"

"Do you have a brain?" anwar asked in an understatement.

Darka. "Yes there's dong, geblek!"

"Yes, dong, geblek!" anwar responded, completely silencing Darka's mouth.

"Well, no, spirit, Dar," Sandi said encouragingly before finally stepping first.

Anwar followed, patting Darka on the shoulder with a serious face. "Fight, bro, come on!"

Darka snorted, then Anwar passed. Now leaves the Son who wants to touch his shoulders.

"There you're solid, don't care so much." Darka hurriedly made a sound before finally the Son let out a short sigh.

"Yes already. Bye."

Darka was left behind. By ourselves. His other classmates have already returned home. Sure, who does not know IPS 5 class who hobby home this.

"Si Anjir, really left," said Darka in disbelief. Today was really surprising.

Mr. Subroto suddenly gave the problems he had to work on to replace him who did not follow the lesson yesterday. Inevitably, Darka complies. At least he didn't want his parents to be disappointed.

As much as possible he worked on English matters, with the help of Son's notebook and Anwar's cell phone and thick dictionary that they had given to help Darka.

From childhood, Darka was destined to have a mediocre brain capacity. All the test scores are almost KKM and actually Darka is not so sure he is great in English.

But Darka made a determination. For the sake of being able to play and go home quickly, Darka managed to fill all the problems within an hour and a half. He was sure the answer was quite good, so he immediately kept it on Mr. Subroto's desk without double checking the answer.

The school was completely deserted when Darka passed through the corridor, the field and then arrived at a row of lockers to store Son's book and Anwar's English dictionary into his locker. There was no way he could carry it in the bag because it was heavy and there was no way he would leave it in class unless he wanted to lose it.

At school, there are rules that do not allow anyone to leave things on the table, for the peace of everyone. A teacher would take it and donate it.

When she reached her locker, Darka unlocked it and inserted two objects from her hand. The echoes of his voice were clear, for everyone had gone home and the day was beginning to enter the night. The sky was dark and the air was cold.

Before actually closing her locker, Darka stared at the black paper bag that had always been there. After making sure there was really no one, Darka took it to accidentally make the letters scatter along with the paper bag out.

A letter from her fans.

Darka picked it up a bit cobbled, perfunctorily. Then he took a jacket in his paper bag and once he wore it, his smile automatically created wide.

"My favorite Hello Kitty, I finally put it on," he muttered happily, then laughed as he put his paper bag back in and locked his locker.

Darka has his own preferences. His favorite is all Hello Kitty and pink. Actually this could be a disgrace, so Darka is very sensitive when wearing this jacket. All this time he kept it for viewing makes it happy and used in conditions that allow.

Finally, today is also the day.

Darka turned around, then his eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw someone walking past him. Looks like that guy has seen her since wearing this pink jacket.

What made him more panicked and frustrated was that the person who caught him in this embarrassing state was apparently the Red Jacket.

Without a second thought, Darka chased after his steps and grabbed his wrist so suddenly. Making the owner look over with a surprised and disturbed face.

"We need to make a deal" Darka said straight to the point.

"Please!" for the first time, Darka heard her voice. For some reason, he felt confused. However, Darka did not comply. He still clasped his little hand with a fixed look on those black eyes.

The girl in the red jacket clucked, she grimaced indistinctly, closed her eyes like she was in pain, then suddenly dropped.

Darka immediately restrained his body, frantically controlling his body. He rubbed the girl's cheeks slowly. "Heh, wake up napa. Why fainted. Am I too handsome in your eyes?"

Darka laughed narcissistically. However, his face changed worried quickly when he felt that this girl would never wake up.

"Buset, twice as bad," Darka decak before finally holding the girl and taking her to the parking lot.

They both ended up getting in the car that was the only one parked there. Then the car drove, heading for Darka's house after the guy was cuddling heavily.



Author's note:

Turn around again, here

Is anyone waiting?:3