Chased Om Om 2

Darren's Anxiety

“Pick up!” darren's orders. “Do you want to be late”

“Why can you be here?” ask me in wonder. Darren picked up the helmet behind him and put the round object over my head, until a clicking sound was heard, the sign of the object was well attached.

“Iya ... pick you up, what else?” sahut Darren, a little stuttering.

“Ya, already. Yuk ... yuk .. road!” my orders. I patted the young man's back so he could run his vehicle immediately. I don't want to be late, however.

“Such a jolly? You can be late if you leave by angkot.” Darren started driving his iron horse. The two-wheeled vehicle was speeding through the hustle and bustle of our city.

“Makanya .. I wonder, how you can be in front of the house. How can I know if I will be bad luck,” I said still astonished.

“I'm like hearing your voice. You call me that,” he said. “Darren, pick me up .. Ren, pick me up.” 

I could hear laughter behind his helmet. 

“Euuh ... looks very good, lies.” I pinched the young man's waist. “There is something like that.”

“Yes, yes .… That means your heart is the same heart I've been firmly connected. Not really?” 

Wonderful, why Darren suddenly turned so brave. Why is he suddenly daring gini mode the same as me? Don't-don't ….

I touched his nape. “You are no longer sick, are you Ren?” my many.  

The young man brushed my hand. “No, I'm not sane. Wh why? Scared?” he said it quickly.

Darren speeds up his bike every once in a while he plays with the clutch of his hand, like it deliberately makes me slump out of my seat. 

“Ren, did you want me to fall, did you? You why the hell?” I finally expressed my frustration, after a long time of silence and trying to hold on to his bonfire.

“If you do not want to fall, yes .. handle dong,” say casually. 

The young man did not slow down the iron horse. Finally I gripped the black jacket he was wearing until we arrived right in front of the school gate. 

Some students seem to be watching us. Yeah, maybe we both look weird or even they got distracted because of our arrival.

I jumped down from his arm. “Ish! You are crazy. What if I fall, or do you deliberately want to do me harm, then?” 

Disappointed I left Darren who was still busy parking his bike. 

“Ra .. Tiara! Yes ... even though it is crashing, the helmet does not need to be used continuously, dong.” Darren's voice spontaneously stopped my steps. 

My face was hot with shame. Oh, my God, why did I forget to take off this helmet and why is he screaming. Don't know what, if it's embarrassing. Or he's deliberately embarrassing me.

I immediately turned around while releasing the round object hook. “You made me sprained today.” I thrust the helmet into his hand right after that the school bell rang. 

“Dih, it's not too late,” murmured Darren. “Not to say, thanks Darren, you're my hero.”

“What is even, you have made a sprain on me today,” he said while mimicking the way I talk.

I spread my shoulders while frowning my forehead. “Ish, Ren. You're really weird, today.”

*** 

The atmosphere was very crowded during the school break. As usual, Shinta and I spent time chatting in the cafeteria with a bowl of meatballs in front of each of us.

“Where? Her contract finally can you get?” ask Shinta. 

“Any? Strange how?” Shinta seemed to be starting to seriously listen to me.

“It ... yesterday she suddenly came home, just make a return book.” I started to tell her the strangeness I felt.

“No ah, it's not strange that I think.” Shinta brushed off my assumption. “Can he be afraid you need the book to learn.”

I let out a breath. To study? If only you knew what book was left behind. I can't possibly tell Mr. Seno's disgrace to you either. I poked my shoulders in response to Shinta's opinion. 

"Hi girls!" Raka's voice sounded in my ear. 

Casually the young man took a position between the two of us. I immediately shifted, of course it felt uncomfortable sitting close together like that. But someone had first closed my chance to shift further. He sat quietly right next to me. 

I looked at the young man. "Darren!" 

The young man smiled widely. "Are you still angry with me?" tanyakanya. 

"As long as you're still a bitch" I said, standing straight out of my chair and pushing him back. 

"I went back to class first, Shin," I said, leaving without waiting for an answer from my best friend.

Darren's voice still followed my steps. "Ra .. wait for Ra. Don't get mad dong, plisss …." 

I kept going without any desire to give any response. It feels bad, I will never again want to be piggybacked on him. 

"Tiaraa ... horrified me! Give me a chance to talk, Ra." Darren who had been beside me, kept trying to equalize his footsteps with me. 

"You're weird, you know! I feel like these few days you've changed" I said. "I don't understand you."

The young man scratched his hair. I stopped my steps, crossed my hands on my chest, and stared intently at his pair of eyes. 

Scroll the watch in my hand. "Please talk. Okay. One minute."

A sighing voice came out from his lips. "I .…" 

No more words came out of his lips. Only the look of an agitated face I managed to read from him. There's not even an apology.

I don't understand, is it possible that he will destroy our friendship just because of his ego?

I put the watch back in my hand. "One minute is up" I said. I stepped back to leave him. 

"North …." Darren's voice came back to my ears. "Why can't you be a little more sensitive? Can't you understand me?” 

I stopped my steps. 

What does that word mean? Did he blame me for all this? So ... he changed but I'm guilty of all these things.

I turned around and looked at him sharply. “Yes, I am indeed insensitive. I can't understand you. Obviously right? I'm an ordinary man, not a psychic who can look at your mind.” 

The man took a long breath. Slowly he nodded his head. “Good. I will say what is in my thoughts and feelings now,”. 

For a moment the young man fell silent as if he was thinking of something. “Ra, I do not know, after I say all this ... what relationship between me and you will remain as usual, or even vice versa.”

I crossed my hands on my chest, calmly waiting for the sentence that came out of her lips. I saw the face of the young man before me getting more agitated, like he was about to say something that would end his life.

Surprisingly, what actually happened? Has he done anything fatal that would make me angry?