Between the Dusk Border

Acuh

The next day Jehan set out with his papa as usual, his papa forbade him to ride a motorcycle, and Jehan only did not want to dispute it.

the girl walked down the corridor downstairs, actually she was a little lazy to go to school, as if she did not have enthusiasm for school. But how else, he was already in 11th grade there was no more time to play around.

in class Jehan only play mobile phones, sometimes read books to eliminate saturation. Many of his friends tried to get close to him, and invite him to talk, but he was only indifferent.

Jehan does not like people who are pretentious to know him, trying to get close just because he uses it to be his friend.

when in fact there is no harm, but that girl just wants to be alone for now. While focusing on reading the book, suddenly someone approached and sat beside him, Jehan just glanced, a man who was now sitting next to him seemed to smile, will the current one also do drama sessions like other students.

"Jehan, you're focusing on reading a book huh" the man asked, Jehan was silent, not intending to respond.

"just be quiet, you're arrogant now. Though we used to get really not Jo" Jehan glanced at the other man sitting in front of him, the expression of the man looked flat but his face was quite sweet.

"ever ever ? I don't remember at all" Jehan replied indifferently, hoping that the two men who were near him understood that he was not wanting to talk to anyone.

"what if we meet again, let you know us" the man beside her reached out, not forgetting her smile that looked so beautiful.

"must be ?" jehan asked with a frown, looking at the two men who were now also looking at him.

"yes if you do not know, we will not know dong Je" Jehan nodded, he returned the hand of the man who had invited him to speak.

"Jehan" said Jehan

"you know" said the man beside her

"if you" Jehan looked at the man who had asked him to speak, waiting for the man's answer.

"Gibran" replied the man with a smile that never disappeared. Gibran, yes the man was so happy, having refrained from meeting Jehan these few days made him feel uncomfortable. His heart was always filled with guilt when he saw Jehan alone, after all he made the girl forget her identity.

Jehan nodded, he looked at the man in front of him who had kept silent, listening to their interaction.

"woy, you've been quiet since, don't want to know Jehan ?" Gibran clapped the hands of his friend who kept silent.

"gw Johan's name" said the man briefly, Jehan frowned.

"seriously his name is Johan ?" jehan asked while looking at Johan

Johan simply nodded in response, Jehan was silent for a while before replying.

"yes, I don't know it can be the same" said Johan, Jehan was silent, not wanting to ask again. The girl began to justify her sitting position when the teacher had entered the classroom.

the bell rang home, Jehan tidied up his book, put it in a bag, the girl walked out of class because she wanted to go home soon. The atmosphere of the house is much more comfortable than the atmosphere of the school.

"it was such a rush, that I called lin not to stop" Jehan looked at Gibran and Johan who were now at his side, the girl scratching her non-itchy forehead, did the man really call her why she didn't hear him.

"sorry yes, I didn't listen when you called" Jehan smiled, feeling a little guilty. Gibran chuckles at his friend who turned 180°. The present Jehan is completely different.

"it looks like an extinct Jehan, a now completely different Jehan" Jehan scrunched his forehead as Gibran said that, what does he mean ? what was he like before ?

"meaning ?" jehan asked with a confused look

"your attitude is different Je, very different. You now know nothing" Gibran replied with a laugh

"in my nature" Jehan sat next to the design lab, still wanting to continue his conversation with his two new friends.

"Jehan who used to be, ngeselin, nosy, likes to make trouble, likes racing, likes to skip, likes to ride the big brother class, and many more, different from you who are now. Even one school is shocked to see you are now neat and diligent gini" Jehan was speechless to hear that, right he was like that first ?

"means I was a wayward child" Jehan said with a chuckle, the girl scratching her forehead which did not itch.

Jehan saw his cellphone lit, his mama gave a message if it was in front, Jehan stood up to want to pay his respects to Gibran and Johan.

"i'm going home first, I've been waiting for my mom"

"just yes, we also want to go down" Jehan nodded, finally the three of them went down to the 1st floor, when walking suddenly Jehan fell, and then he fell down, he clicked his fault also who walked while focusing on staring at the cellphone.

"sorry yes Je, not intentionally" the girl looked up, Gibran helped her up. Jehan looked pityfully at the man who had kissed him yesterday. The man looked at her too.

"while your knees are dirty" Juna crouched down, wanting to clean Jehan's dirty knees, but Jehan kept his legs away.

"Gibran, Johan I go first by" Jehan waved his hand, the girl ran away from Juna. Juna was silent, feeling sick because he was ignored by the people he loved. His life felt empty without Jehan's presence really. Actually why is that girl, why act like she doesn't know him.

Juna stood up, there was a gurgle of sadness on his face, Gibran who saw that again felt guilty. He patted Juna on the shoulder, although he did not know the man very well but still he felt pity.

"you can do it" asked Gibran