Chandanas

Section 13

Cloudy clouds that since this morning enveloped the city sky seemed to darken. Lightning flashes at a glance are visible from a distance while rain has not yet fallen in the area of Tunas Kelapa High School.

On the other hand, Kiran began to feel uncomfortable because since fifteen minutes ago she had to jostle in line with other students in order to get a chirping of Roka's order. Especially as long as he became a student at this High School, never once was Kiran willing to buy food at a merchant that many buyers and more like to eat any food sold in stalls that do not require him to wrestle with long queues. But what can be done, this time Kiran is willing to budge because Roka continues to complain of stomach pain and reasoned will not be able to queue.

After jostling and repeatedly sighing because of the actions of some students who interrupted the queue, Kiran finally managed to get a plate of sirens and sauces. Not wanting to stay in the crowd for too long, he walked to the table where he left Roka fifteen minutes ago. At first Kiran was confused when she saw Roka sitting while talking to a girl, but after careful observation Kiran finally realized that the girl was Naya.

"Hi." Kiran placed the plate of ciran she was carrying right in front of Roka.

"Wihiwww, finally sameness also cravings me all this time. Thank you, Honey." Roka immediately snatched the siren that Kiran had just bought. Thin smoke still billows around the chirping which seems to be still hot.

"Dirty. Just look at me telling me to queue up again." Kiran grabbed a glass of iced tea that she had bought before going in line. The ice cubes in the originally large glass have now melted and are barely left.

"Tuh Nay, his son came. Sono, by the way." Roka glanced at Naya at a glance then refocused her attention on the siren she was eating.

"What's the matter Nay?" Kiran who felt that she was what Roka meant reacted.

"Someone I want to talk to you about, this has something to do with Chandana." Naya lowered her voice, trying to sound as slow as possible.

"Huh? Wh why? What's up?" Hearing Naya mention Chandana's name makes Kiran feel curious as well as panicked. He was worried something might happen to the girl.

"Gue Denger lo yesterday there was a promise, right with him? Well, as soon as I got home from basketball I saw him walking on the side of the road. I want samperin but kudu nyebrang first, pas abis nyebrang I look for him already does not exist. Today she didn't come in anyway, the more worried I was about her." Naya recounted all her memories of last night's events. Honestly, he felt very very worried about Chandana's situation, especially his friend was classified as a person who was difficult to contact and long to reply to messages.

"He didn't go in without a description?" Despite actually feeling very worried, Kiran continued to try to look calm so as not to make Naya even more panicked.

"Yes. I asked my friend, but he didn't know either. He said he last saw Chandana yesterday right back home from school, he's on his way to the library." Naya moved her legs in agitation. His expression was panicked and his tone was full of worry. Roka who saw Naya as sweet as this was also worried. Not only worried about Chandana but also about Naya.

"Gue is the same as if he wants to meet in the library. But until the mallem I wait he does not come too. I went back without seeing him at all yesterday." Kiran tried to explain everything to Naya. Instead of feeling better, Naya panicked. Seeing this makes Roka try to interrupt Kiran and Naya's conversation.

"We samperin aja him to his house." proposed Roka while glancing at Kiran, Naya, and the siren alternately.

"What's? Was it my fault to speak?" Roka again made a sound because instead of responding to her proposal, Kiran and Naya instead looked at her bored while frowning.

"So how are we supposed to be? Did I call again?" Naya looks back at Kiran, plays her phone to find Chandana's contact.

"Yes mending you connect again." Kiran, who also felt equally confused, could not help much but agree with Naya's proposal.

Meanwhile, Roka bit her shawl with emotion because she was stalked by these two friends. "Hey my world friend, I ngusulin earlier instead of being taken even horrified by yourself the two of you! What's wrong nyamperin to her house, anyways good you so know the house Chandana dimane." Said Roka in flames.

Kiran sighed and then brought her face closer to Roka who had suddenly made her best friend reflexively rewind her body to the back. "Heh, you know, you have no manners, my friend. Who do we want to suddenly go to Chandana's house? Does he want us to go there? Yakali elo, no wind no testing, you know already lying in my room."

Roka grunted quietly. Kiran's words have a point. Chandana has not been too close to them, if they suddenly come to Chandana's house without information, unwanted things can happen. That afternoon the three of them were busy discussing what step was most appropriate for them to take, for that was the decision that they had to wait for news from Chandana first until this day ended, only if Chandana does not have any news at all, inevitably Roka's proposal is the only way they can go next.

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The squeaking sound arising from friction between futsal shoes with interlock floor sounded loud in the corner of the futsal field High School Coconut Shoot. This afternoon, Edy and his friends returned to training to prepare for the tournament they will face in the next three weeks.

"Why Bro? I see daritadi you're a bit lemesy not like usual." Edy walked over to Kiran who had just sat down after asking for a change of players for the umpteenth time.

"I'm sorry, but this afternoon was no problem. But I don't know why since I left the class, my head is so dizzy Dy." Kiran wiped away the sweat that seemed to be rushing from her forehead and neck when she recalled the fact that Kiran was not running so much in their training this afternoon.

Hearing the words and observing the gurgles and faces of Kiran's face can give Edy the conclusion that his friend is now sick. To further convince himself, Edy tried to examine Kiran's forehead with the back of her hand. And sure enough, Kiran's body temperature was extremely high. "Buset, you have a fever. Oh, come home. You rest enough to let the spit heal, don't maksainan yourself." Edy said with a half-panicked face. Kiran is the spearhead of the futsal team, of course Edy can not stay still and let Kiran exercise, especially if this will only worsen his condition.

"OK deh. I'm going back first. Sorry I went to another." Kiran got up from the iron chair on the edge of the field, cleaned up the equipment, then walked slowly leaving the futsal field.

"Kiran, Kiran. Don't ask me why." Edy muttered softly while looking at Kiran's back which was getting away.

That afternoon, the sky was as cloudy as ever. The school also looks lonely because the lesson hours have ended some time ago. Not much can be seen from this school other than sturdy buildings and trees that are not so shady. While Edy and his friends continue their futsal training, Kiran is struggling with herself, who feels very weak and dizzy, even just walking to the parking lot takes 3 times longer than usual.

Bizarrely. Thought Kiran in heart.

After successfully arriving at his motorbike, Kiran ransacked the contents of his bag to find the motor key, but instead of getting the object he was looking for, Kiran was attracted to a cellphone that was accidentally seen by both eyes. Hurried Kiran pulled out the sophisticated object to find Roka's phone number and told her she was not feeling well. Who knows, his best friend is ready to pick up or maybe just take Kiran to the nearest clinic.

Jemari Kiran shrewdly swerved over the flat surface of her smartphone, carefully tracing Kiran's row of contact names listed there. Inadvertently Kiran's two eyes caught a hint of a name that had plagued her mind since yesterday. Chandana how are you?

This afternoon, after a long discussion between Kiran, Naya, and Roka, the decision was taken to wait for further news from Chandana before they took more serious action. Naya, who has high trust in Kiran, unhesitatingly gives her Chandana's phone number so she can contact the girl.

With a single deep breath, Kiran pressed the button to start the call with Chandana. He did not think long because he was sure he would not get an answer like Naya who had tried to call hundreds of times but did not connect with Chandana.

...*tuuut...sr...tuuutt.....

..... "Hello*?"

Kiran gasped. A soft voice that was very familiar to him was clearly heard piercing through his ears to make his heart beat very fast.

"Oh, prankster. I'm matik-"

"Tu-wait! Ha-Hello..... Its me... Anu's.. Kiran." with trembling lips and a growing heartbeat, Kiran tried to stay connected to Chandana.

For a moment Kiran thought Chandana ended their call because no sound was heard at all for a few seconds. But the prejudice was proven because the soft voice Chandana again sounded and broke the silence that had been created a few seconds before.

"Ah, Kiran yes."

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Half-runningly, Kiran held onto her head which still felt throbbing through the drizzle and coldness of the night. This time, Kiran wanted to make sure there were no more broken promises or canceled meetings. He did not want any more worry and fear about the state of the girl who somehow continued and continued to interfere with his thoughts in recent weeks.

Kiran stopped her steps. With a breath that was still panting, he circulated his gaze, looking around for the figure he really wanted to meet.

Well-favoured.

Unknowingly, Kiran developed a smile after seeing a girl in pajamas clad in a black jacket sitting on one of the park benches rubbing her palms together. Realizing that the girl might be cold, Kiran rushed to her while thrusting the warm boiled corn she had bought at the garden door.

"Hi." Kiran smiled clumsily with her chest up and down as a result of running around all the way here.

"Hi." Chandana lowered her head and grabbed the very tip of the corn that Kiran held out with her thumb and index finger.

Nahloh, begimane I have to do this

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Earlier, I would like to thank all the readers who have been willing to set aside a little free time to read this story.

I'm sorry the new ones can thank you properly, but I really, really appreciate and thank you all.

As much as possible I will set aside more time to be able to continue this story and often greet you with a weighty and interesting story extension.

Again, thank you very much :)