Break Up But Get Married
Seven
It's been a week over Viola's break at home, and now he's very bored. So today Viola decided to go back to college, besides being bored Viola also had many tasks that were waiting for him.
“Lo really want to go to college Vi?” alice asked who was sitting on Viola's bed while watching her sister who was looking for a book in the drawer of the study table.
“Iya, why?”
“Lo not heard said doctor, you have to rest!”
“Gue is just going to college, not being a pelvic porters. I've been bosen all day at home.”
“Yes is up to you, but you have to be careful!” exclaim Alice.
“Iya I know,” reply Viola while walking out of the room.
“Lo go up what?”
“Taxi.”
“Kok take a taxi? Not picked up with a girlfriend?” Alice began to tease Viola.
“Ish what the hell?”
“Eh forgot. You are single yes.”
“Whispering!”
“Udah spit go! Later loh.”
“It also wants to go.”
“Choose Yes Vi!”
“Oke.”
Viola got out of the house, then waited by the side of the road for a few minutes until finally a taxi stopped.
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Viola arrived at the campus and went straight to class. Today he has a scheduled law course and two minutes of classes will begin.
Arriving at the class Viola circulated his gaze to look for the seat that was still empty, but suddenly Juli's voice was heard calling out to him.
“Viola!”
Viola immediately turned to the source of the voice. “Eh there is empty huh?” viola asked as he pointed at the empty seat beside Cindy.
“Kosong Kak, here at my side!” exciting Cindy.
Viola walked over to Juli and Cindy sat down next to Cindy.
“Lo is healthy Vi, I swear I miss the same lo,” said July.
“Udah kok, this proof I am here.”
“Good morning everyone.”
Viola and Juli did not continue their chat because the lecturer had already come. Ms. Hani, a lecturer in state law is indeed a famous killer, so no one will dare to chat in his class.
“Morning Bu.”
“Oke, Last week to where?...”
Ms. Hani started explaining in front of the class, but she suddenly stopped when she saw someone enter the class.
“Sorry late Mom,” said the man who turned out to be Joe.
“Sit!” exclaimed Bu Hani ketus then returned to explain.
Joe goes looking for an empty chair and finds one next to Viola. Inevitably he also sat there before Bun Hani went berserk.
At first glance Viola turned to Joe and then looked back at Bu Hani.
“Lo is healthy?” whispered Joe to Viola. After returning from Bandung, she had never seen Viola enter college, but today the girl returned to campus.
Viola simply nodded, he did not want to get into trouble from being caught chatting.
“Pinjem pen dong,” whispered Joe again.
“Gue only brought one,” Viola replied but did not make a sound, he just moved his lips, but it seemed Joe did not understand.
“By what?”
“Consider one,” Viola, this time he whispered softly.
“Oh.”
NADA
Suddenly a piece of chalk landed seamlessly on Joe's head.
“You're late, now talk. If you want to chat outside just not in my class!” exclaim Bu Hani.
“Iya Ma'am, sorry,” Joe said.
“You two are out of class!”
“But, Bu?” Viola tried to explain it, but it seemed like it would be free.
“Iya Bu,” said Joe obediently, he stood up and pulled Viola out too before the killer lecturer got angry. “Pick!” Whisper it on Viola.
The two of them came out of the classroom and after being outside Viola immediately nagged Joe.
“Lo anyway, use I talk all.”
“Gue kan muma pinjem pen doang.”
“Means buy! Don't minjem mulu!” viola exclaimed then walked towards the canteen.
“Lo where to go?”
“Cantine. Why do you follow me?”
“I want to go to the cafeteria too.”
Viola ignored Joe and continued walking, but Joe followed him, until Viola sat down, too.
“Task group Mr Herman how?” Finally, Viola asked Joe.
“The three of us again compile a report, if you want to help later I love the file so that you can continue,” said Joe.
“But, I don't feel good with you guys. I don't share but still belong to the group.”
“Whose good taste? July? Martin? They're gapapa kok, do you emang sick.”
“Ya has already. The report let me just sort it out, the file moved to my flash!” viola exclaimed as he pulled out a flash from inside his bag.
“OK, tomorrow I turn on flash lo,”, Joe said. “Eh Vi's. After this, there are no other classes?”
“Nothing, why?”
“Gue want to eat my mother, want to come along? Today is the anniversary of his death.”
Viola was silent for a moment, he only remembered, now it was September 16th. One year ago Joe's mother died on the same date. This is the first warning.
“Iya, I'm coming,” replied Viola who felt very bad if she refused.
“Kalo so we go now, all to the flower shop first.”
“Emang lo no class?” ask Viola
“There is, but that's it! Males too,” Joe replied.
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Viola was busy with his phone while Joe focused on driving. During the trip, the two of them just kept quiet and said nothing. Actually it is not a foreign situation, let alone being an ex, when dating they are like that. If Viola doesn't talk first, Joe rarely starts the conversation.
Joe stopped his car in front of a flower shop, of course he had to give his mother flowers. But, in fact Joe is confused about what to buy flowers.
“Vi, I have to buy what flowers?” joe asked who immediately made Viola take his eyes off the phone screen.
“Mmm what is it? White lilies are usually for the person who died. But, whatever you do, you know more about what kind of flowers you like.”
“Gue don't know. Lo help options yes!”
“Kok me?”
“Please Vi!”
Viola sighed before finally getting out of the car and into the flower shop followed by Joe.
“Welcome,” greet the shopkeeper woman.
“Mbak, no white lilies?” ask Viola to the woman.
“There, would you like to make a bouquet of all?”
“Yes, all of you!” exclaim Joe.
“Create to tomb yes?” ask the woman while starting to pick up some lilies.
“Iya mbak,” replied Joe.
“You want to add roses? Usually people use red roses too.”
“Ya can already.”
While arranging the flowers, the shopkeeper woman continued to invite Joe to chat, while Viola was just quietly waiting. Didn't Joe ask for his help in choosing the flowers? But, why was that man so self-absorbed now?
“This is it, ”, the woman handed her bouquet of flowers to Joe. “His girlfriend is not bought?” He asked while looking at Viola.
“I'm not her boyfriend,” protest Viola fast.
“Oh, married yes. Now is the season for young marriage.”
“Thank you, mbak,” Joe took the flowers and then came out of the store. Viola follows Joe, he's still misbehaving because Joe's wife thinks.
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To be continued
