Blessures Eternelles

Trying to break up a fight

He had been off school for 2 weeks. Even though he works, he still makes it difficult. Trying to find other activities but always bored.

Today is precisely the beginning of February, entering school. As usual, he went with his feet. Vanya could have used Grab, but because the pocket is not enough. So it should allow itself to walk.

It's free to ask Tama to drive him. Vanya knows the answer. Vanya's feet continued to move all the way to his destination. But in the middle of the road. Someone prevented it.

TIT! TIT!

Vanya turned, to someone who honked the horn of her vehicle. The driver smiled kindly at him. "Look off together!," he asked. That was none other than Abas.

Vanya wanted to refuse but not taste good. Want not to have to obey. Abas with his ducati, put up for Vanya so as not to have too much trouble riding his bike. Abas chuckled little.

"It's hard?."

Vanya. "Hehehe yes. Your motorbike is high."

"Jude, let's go. Hunting here long ago." Vanya nodded. The girl felt awkward. Because it's only the first time, he went to school with a guy.

Five minutes later, the two reached the entrance of the school. The security guard greeted me kindly. Abas pointed his motorbike at the parking lot. There are a lot of students there.

Abas parked his ducati. Then Vanya came down carefully. Not to forget also Abas helped him to get off the large vehicle owned by Abas. After that, Abas came down from his ducal.

"Thanks, Abas."

Abas nodded, and chuckled. "Anytime, Van. Let's go to class." Abas without a long thought. Grasping Vanya's hand, to get out of the parking lot. Vanya was a little surprised. For the first time, Abas did that to her.

Vanya could not refuse. And both of them stepped away from that place. Because the bell will ring. Vanya was nervous not playing. The students stared in disbelief. If an Abaz had a cold nature, be withered by a girl like Vanya.

Feeling that he was in the face, Vanya chose to release his hand from Abas' grip. There were a lot of sharp looks he got. Instead of looking for him. Better to let go of Abas' grasp.

But it can not, Abas power is much greater than Vanya. And allow to escape from the grasp of Abas difficult. He could only sigh in resignation, to get to the classroom. The many gazes he got. A look he could not understand.

A girl who never had friends. And today it can be a surprise if he can get as close to Abas. How could people not be surprised by the closeness of the two.

Abas, of course, faithfully clasped his hands up to the doorstep of the classroom. Then the two entered each other, without Abas taking off his grasp.

"Bag..."

Abas glanced at him. "Why?" asked Abas. Abas's rails are so cold. Not like the look that makes him comfortable.

"Lepasin Black.. I don't want you to do the rich thing!!," he said in a slightly firm tone. Even though Vanya feels bad. However, for the sake of surviving the accusations of other students.

"Why?" said Abas, repeating his words earlier.

It seems that Abas does not care much about his words. Vanya could only sigh in resignation.

"Lo don't like it?."

Vanya shook his head, confirming Abas' speech. The girl bowed. Now he is in the wrong position. "Lo's afraid of the kids seeing us walk together?" asked Abas.

Abas understood that if Vanya was afraid, the schoolgirl accused him because he had walked with her. But anyway, he doesn't care about that. Abas looked at Vanya. With a thin smile on her lips.

He patted her on the shoulder, Vanya. To slightly dispel the fear, and anxiety in Vanya. "This is my horror. Vanya do not care about the gaze of people who do not like you. Lakuin as you please, Vanya."

Vanya nodded. "I know, Abas. But if we keep close together like this. It will be a school-goer. I don't want others to overstate, about our relationship" he said.

"After all, we're just a class. Be reasonable, Abas."

Vanya then walked away to where he was sitting. Abas, who was silent. It is true what he said, Vanya. However, is it wrong if Abas does not consider him a classmate. More than a classmate.

Then Abash chose to sit down. There was a sense of awkwardness towards Abas at this moment. When Vanya talks about her relationship with Vanya. It was purely just a classmate. It's his fault for liking a girl like, Vanya. Of course it's hard to get a heart, Vanya.

The position of Abas' seat, or Vanya only front of each other behind. Abas stared fixedly at the girl's back. Abas swallowed his saliva which felt choked.

"Abas is called Fatma's mother!" shouted the students at the doorstep of the class.

His voice is so loud. The whole class stared at the screaming girl. Abas simply nodded, then stood up to head for the teacher's room. At the few steps of Abas, Vanya stared in wonder.

"Why is she called by Fatma's mother?" he asked himself. Vanya also immediately spread her shoulders, not knowing. It's none of his business any more. To know Abas' business.

****

The hours of rest sounded so jarring throughout the school. Everyone has fun. Yes, of course, the time that others have been waiting for.

It is possible if people are not happy if the bell has rung. Their stomachs are so hungry. Now Vanya only chooses to eat what he carries.

Want cruel whatever Tama to him, there must still be affection for him. Although there are many constraints from Tama. But it doesn't matter to Vanya.

"Vanya, don't you go to the cafeteria?."

Vanya commented on her sweet smile. "Engga, you'd better go first. Queue later. I brought the goods from home." The friend nodded. Oh yes, of course now Vanya already has my compatriots.

Her name is Seltaya Maelsa. Vanya called him Taya. Taya is a gentle girl. His personality is certainly subtle. Vanya's so happy if there's a friend of mine.

"Is there anything you want to buy?." Vanya shook her head, in response. Taya smiled, understanding Vanya's arm. "I went to the cafeteria first. Wait for me to come back." Taya said goodbye to go to the cafeteria.

Vanya chooses to play the phone, while waiting for Taya to return. It was unexpected that Abas was sitting next to him. Vanya was a little surprised. Without guilt, Abas grinned.

"It's not polite!."

"It's up to you, Van. Why don't you go to the cafeteria?, "ask Abas basa stale.

To have a topic of conversation. Vanya put on a ketus face. "Look at the table, me." Abas stared at the lunchbox, then nodded. "Why don't you go to the cafeteria yourself?, don't you bring supplies?" he asked.

"You know if I don't bring a bekel. Oh, you're a psychic?." Now Vanya shook his head with the behavior of Awward Abas. I don't know what ghost possession.

"Your deforested psychic," answered with Javanese dialect. Abas chuckled a little, hearing the dialect of the language he used, Vanya. Every day, we use formal language.

"Keep what dong? A shaman?. I want to eat both supplies equally you can't?." asked Abas volunteered. Vanya crossed her arms. He did not want to share. Not for being stingy, but for being alone with Abas. Someone will spread the untrue news.

"Lo's really cool, Van."

"It's up to you" replied Vanya.

"This girl's lips!, use what means try to let it melt," Abas' inner.

****

THE CRING!! THE CRING!!.

The bell went home and rang loudly. Everyone was busy with tidying up their respective stationery. Vanya just tidied up very slowly. He relaxed with ease.

After everything is ready to tidy up their respective stationery. The leader then leads the prayer. The whole room was silent, no one was joking when the two of them.

Like being on the beach in the afternoon. With the wind gently beating. It feels so soothing to the heart. When it was over, everyone sat down neatly. Home with in divide so that the class does not fall apart.

Go home early starting from the corner. The Vanya seat. Vanya's sitting row stood up simultaneously to say goodbye home. So did Taya and Vanya. They walk in a row of tables. No one interrupts each other.

"Who are you going home with?" asked Taya.

"I went home on a gojek. You?."

"I got papah. Later you go home carefully, yes" said Taya. Vanya nodded.

"You're careful too." Not feeling chatty. Now it's their turn to shake hands with Mr. Fatan. Taya first shook hands, continued by Vanya. So too with the next.

Taya came home first, because he said there was an event in his family. Vanya nodded when Taya said goodbye first. Vanya walked through the classroom corridor. Abas followed him from behind. After the footsteps of Abas and Vanya parallel.

Abas pulled Vanya's arm slowly. "Van, let's go home together." Vanya released the grasp of Abas.

"I can ride a gojek."

"Don't ya, it's simple money, go home with me." Vanya shook her head fixed with her stance. "Come dong, Van. Don't get rich gini," Abas keeps pushy. Vanya.

Abas grabbed Vanya's wrist. "Ga wants Abas. Please don't force me. You're like crazy, your obsession is high too."

"It's hard to come home with me!."

"Of course I don't want to, Abas. Please don't force me!!." beg him firmly. Same with Abas who has a high ego. Abas kept forcing her.

Soon the Son came between the two. Son blocks Abas' wrist. The two looked at each other fiercely. The tense atmosphere between the two. Vanya is really tired. "Lepasin!, son of a man you forced, stupid!." Vanya over there stared nervously.

"Lo who's Vanya. Scruttle."

"Cave?, who is he?." The son chuckled lightly. What kind of joke is this. "Gua just don't make him go home with you, you idiot. The son of a man is forced, yes he is uncomfortable!." The son raised his voice.

"Enough, enough. You'd better go home Abas," lerai Vanya. To stop the fighting. "I can go home by myself." Vanya left both. Ignoring both.

"Other times pursue the girl you like in a gentle way, do not be rude," whispered the Son. Right in Abas' ear. Then the Son left Abas. Who is sculpting.