BUCIN STARLA'S HUSBAND
STARLA MEISYA
“Diva, the more beautiful you are. Especially if the glasses are removed.”
“They are who?” Starla looked straight at the four men who were teasing the nerd girl in round glasses. Or rather, just one of them.
“Lo don't know who they are, Tang?” ask her best friend, Kiki. Kiki Rahmawati, more complete. They have known since the first day of Osek.
Starla grunts her head, “Ki, call Starla aja!”
“Gue prefers to call lo Stars,” concluded Kiki.
“Hm, it's up to you. Who am I now, who are they?” Starla's eyes glanced at the four men.
“Acme,” whispered Kiki.
“What is Acme? They're four guys with the same name?” starla asked with an innocent look and it looked very adorable.
“Starla Meisya, although twins must be distinguished. Yes the time they are the same name,” grouse Kiki.
“Yes you if it is true, do not half-half.”
“Acme is the name of the community, and they are part of Acme. And you see that guy with those gray eyes, that American crossbred guy named Ezekiel. He's the leader,” Kiki explained.
“Oh, he's a kid who has the Palm Foundation,” added Kiki.
Starla hears clearly all the explanations of her best friend, but her eyes can not be separated from the actions of one of them. Poor girl, he thought.
“And the disturbing-” Kiki was flabbergasted to see Starla already there. More precisely he was standing right in front of Juna. Juna Francisco Emmerick's.
“Jeez, Starla, I also want to advise,” Kiki's nag.
***
“Hai, beautiful. You want to also like Diva, hm?” ask Juna.
“You don't have a worthy opponent until you have to disturb him?” reply Starla, “emang wrong him are you?”
“Wih, maba ni kayaknya,” connect man beside Juna. Name's Darren. William Darren Jonathan, playboy from the engineering school.
“You don't have to be clean!” starla's reprimand to Darren.
“Udah beautiful, dare also lo yes,” Darren said.
“Solder Children lo?” Devandra opened her voice at last.
Starla nodded, “say the same two of your friends it does not need to know people.”
“What guarantee will you if I can escape this nerd?” Devan pulled out a chair and sat right in front of Starla, her right thumb rubbing her mischievous lower lip. Aish, Starla was nervous seeing this behavior of her elder sister.
“Interesting,” Inner Devan.
Starla doesn't know what to answer. He is afraid of mispronouncing and will harm himself. Nope-no. Starla doesn't want to deal with them.
“Nagging guarantee.” Starla noticed the man who was also still staring at her.
The student with the tattoo on the hand with a picture of a rose and a few more pictures, and on his neck that is only as close as the sentence that does not know what the writing is. Starla guessed that behind the black shirt she was wearing, there was still another tattoo. Crazy too.
“Udah satisfied see?” devan's tease that instantly made Starla flinch.
“Eh, no really. I'm just-ehm,” Starla starts looking around for the right reasons to cover up her misbehavior right now. “I'm just-”
“You see which part again?” challenge Devandra, “let me open now.”
“Devan anjir,” umpat Juna beside him.
Ezekiel, the cold and gluttonous one just drew a faint smile seeing Starla already sweating coldly on the spot.
“Where else do you see?” ask Devan again. He got up from the chair. Starla's height of only 150cm made the man slightly lower his head.
“Fear, hm?”
Starla ventured to return that gaze, “no! I'm not afraid.”
“Happy lo today. There are more important things than girls tepos kayak lo,” Devan quipped. The four men turned around, about to leave the canteen before Starla finally made a sound.
“I DON'T TEPOS, YES!” starla just shouted. The girl immediately smothered her mouth to hear a loud laugh from the canteen occupants.
Devan chuckled at the speech he thought was too frontal. He came back, came back to Starla. “You want me to make it contain?”
***
“BASIC GUYS NYEBELIN!” WHOSE NAME IS SIH?”
Starla roars in the campus parking lot. Some people there noticed his strange behavior, only Kiki could still laugh looking at him.
“Devandra,” replied Kiki who started wearing a helmet.
“Who?”
“Azlan Devandra's. Son of one of the donors on this campus,” said Kiki, “wear helmet lo.”
“I don't care if he's a donor boy. Bawdy rese,” sign Starla. Angry, his hands were busy wearing helmets.
“Awas aja if I meet him again.”
“This is why it is also very difficult helmet,” grunts annoyed.
“Why see me again?”
***
“I wait for your paper in two days. Also prepare a power point for the presentation later. Deadline at nine o'clock,” cetus male lecturer who brought business Mathematics courses. All the students greeted him after he left.
“Devan...,” call a girl who is standing on the doorstep of the classroom.
“Why?” Devan.
“Don't do that. What were you doing in the Literature cafeteria and who was that girl?”
Sheren Abimana's. The short-spirited girl stared at her lover's search. Just after finishing afternoon class, he got a report that his lover was teasing one of the children of Literature.
“Open anyone.” Devan glared, his gaze falling on Darren who was about to approach him. “Lo go home first. I can't get anter.”
“DEVANDRA!” Sheren yells because Devan is approaching Darren. The man always ignored him.
Devan was already with Darren, the important chatter that afternoon had to stop when his eyes caught a girl who was poking herself in the middle of the parking lot.
Funny, he thought.
“Later tonight Ezekiel met his future wife. Don't forget to collect eight hours at headquarters,” said Devan, “there are important things I want to finish now.”
Darren tilted his head to see where his best friend was going. “Job!”
Devan walked quickly towards the parking lot, he heard the babbling of the girl in front of him.
“I don't care if he's a donor boy. Guys rese perverted.”
“Awas aja if I meet him again.”
While his best friend, Devan did not know his name, silenced his mouth after finding himself behind Starla.
“This is why it is also very difficult helmet.” Devan turned around the tiny body of a female student whose body was like an SD boy.
“Why see me again?” The burly hand hooked the retention system or helmet strap that had troubled the girl since.
“You-” Starla stutters to find Devan right in front of her, attaching a helmet hook to her.
“Starla Meisya. Scholarship child from the Faculty of Literature Indonesia. Working part time at one of the flower figures and also a fast food restaurant not far from campus,” said Devan who made Starla immediately silent. And Kiki too.
Devan calls it complete.
“Lo is great enough to meet people who can easily withdraw your scholarship!”
