Cidro (Between Love And Wounds)

Chapter 6

Today is the day that the results of the poetry contest are announced. Since morning, Azwan has been busy and deg-degan waiting for the results of the race out. Repeatedly he checked the social media of the race organizer to see if the results of the race had come out or not.

"Why am I the bad guy" he murmured.

"Why do you Wan?" asked Arga who saw the strange behavior of his best friend.

Azwan turned his head towards the friend and forced his smile.

"Lo why the hell? No more fighting with the image, right?" ask Arga again.

Azwan looked at Arga while frowning. "Not Ga. I'm waiting for the announcement" Azwan replied.

"An announcement? What announcement?" ask Arga wonder.

"Announcement of the winner of the poetry contest. My image poem was in the race" Azwan replied.

Arga rounded his lips. "Gue was sure Citra would win Wan. He is very good at making poetry" said Arga.

"If you dream not of heights. If you fall ill," said Dirga who heard the conversation Azwan and Arga.

Arga glanced at Dirga. He tried to resist the growl of hearing Dirga's words.

"Yes Ga. I also believe that Citra will win. The poem he wrote was different from the others." Azwan answered Arga's words earlier.

Arga smiled at Azwan's reply. While the handsome Dirga smiled mockingly.

"If I'm not sure he won. Even if he wins, he strikes his role model" said Dirga again.

"That's a damn thing. Surely the girls are willing to sleep with the organizers in order to win," said Vishnu.

"Yup. Must be a girl n***e first so you can get nominated and win," said Arya.

The three men laughed out loud. Azwan and Arga clenched both hands. Both of them looked extremely furious hearing the three former teammates.

Arga seemed to rise from his seat. His eyes glared sharply towards the three former team records.

"What Lo?" Dirga said as he got up from his chair. He returned Arga's gaze with no less sharp.

"Ga," call Azwan. He tried to warn his best friend through the eyes. He didn't want his best friend to act rashly.

"Not to be a hero of bad luck, you two" said Dirga.

"What's in it for you guys to know that s****n girl?" dirga asked in a mocking tone.

Arga tightened his fist. His blood was boiling hearing Dirga's words just now.

"Or you have been given rations. That's why you guys do tuh chick to the whole thing?" sindir Dirga again.

Arga went forward to attack Dirga. But his shoulder was blocked by Azwan. He shook his head for Arga to stop the action.

"What's? Lo want what? Want to hit me?" challenge Dirga.

"Nih punch. Hit it." Dirga said while patting her cheek. Then he laughed loudly along with his other friends.

"If you still want to go to school here. Don't fuck with me." Dirga threatened both of his former colleagues.

"If you dare to mess around, it is not just you who receive the consequences. I make sure the girl s****n will also receive the consequences," he continued.

After saying his threat, Dirga and his followers immediately walked out of the classroom. They walk with pride. It's like they're the ones in charge of this school.

"Why the hell Wan? Why can't I just beat up a kid?" asked Arga furiously.

"Gue doesn't want to cause a commotion." Azwan said while trying to calm his friend.

"Elo not hurt what is it that Dirga insult Citra like that?" ask Arga. His chest up and down signaled his emotions were also rising.

Azwan let out a long sigh before answering Arga's question.

"heartache. It's a real pain" Azwan replied.

"Why do you keep quiet? Why don't you beat up those who insult Lo's girl?" furious Arga.

Azwan took a long breath. "Gue does not want a shady image as a result if I act rashly. Because Dirga really wants that."

"He wants me or emotion. If I or elo emotion. It must be an anarchist thing. And that's how he'll be used as a weapon to take us down" Azwan explained.

Arga was silent at Azwan's explanation. He didn't think that long. All that was in his brain was heartache and inadmissibility hearing such a humiliated image just now.

"Sorry Wan's. I was just laughing emotionally. I was hot when Dirga was insulting Citra like that," said Arga.

Azwan smiled at the words of his best friend. He knew Arga loved Citra very much. He also knew Arga had expressed his feelings for Citra. But Citra refused. Citra prefers her as a lover rather than Arga.

"Where are you going, Lo?" Arga asked as he saw Azwan walking towards the classroom door.

"You go to his class Citra. I have a surprise for him." Azwan replied while showing something on his HP screen to Arga.

Arga's eyes widened in disbelief. His mouth was slightly open so in disbelief.

"This is really Wan?" ask Citra when Azwan shows something on his phone screen.

"The real darling dong. I lied to you" Azwan replied.

Citra's face grew red when she heard Azwan calling her 'honey'.

"There's a gift, right?" ask Citra innocently.

Azwan laughed at Citra's question. "You're so excited, honey?" Azwan pinched Citra's cheek with anxiety.

"The name of the race must have a prize dong." Azwan explained to his lover with a loving look.

Citra smiled shyly at Azwan's words just now. His heart was pounding as Azwan again called him 'honey'.

In the distance, Arga saw the togetherness of Citra and Azwan with uncertain feelings. The handsome young man tried to make his soul mate happy with others.

"I have to be sincere. I should be able to give up the image of happiness with his choice." Arga muttered inwardly while continuing to stare at Citra who was laughing happily with her best friend.

*****

This afternoon the rain again flushed this apple city. The air that is usually cold gets colder due to cloudy weather and rain.

The image was just about to come out of her tutoring place. Today he brought an umbrella. So he doesn't need to be confused to come home in rainy weather like this.

"Partner" call someone.

Citra turned her head and found Bagas walking quickly towards her. I want the image to go from there.

"You're going home, huh?" ask Bagas basa basi.

The image nodded its head in response. Then he continued his steps.

"You want to go home?" fresh Bagas.

Citra stopped her steps and turned to look towards Bagas who wished he would go home together.

"Thank You Sir. I go home alone," refused the delicate image.

"Don't. You go home with me just like me. Gini rain must be difficult to get angkotnya," said Bagas. He tried to persuade Citra to go home with him.

"No need sir. I used to go home alone" Citra refused again.

"Why? You're afraid your boyfriend is jealous if you go home with me?" ask Bagas.

Imagery shook. Then he resumed his footsteps without answering Bagas' question.

"Partner," call Bagas again.

The image paid no heed to the call of his tentor. He kept walking away from the yard where the beep was.

"Partner. Wait." Wait." Bagas called out to Citra while accelerating his footsteps. The man was trying to catch up to the steps of the image that was getting away from there.

"Why do you always refuse my invitation? Though I sincerely and sincerely want to take you home," said Bagas.

The image of silence did not answer or answer the words of Bagas just now. In his heart he wished someone had come and taken him away from here. Honestly, he felt uncomfortable too because Bagas was always bothering him.

"Why Imagery? Am I too scary for you?" ask again.

The image lowered its head. He did not dare to look at the face of the man standing in front of him now.

"Partner." Bagas grabbed Citra's fingers arm and grasped it tightly. It was as if he did not want to lose the girl.

"Sorry Sir. Please release. I'm worried sir," Citra said. He tried to let go of Bagas' hand.

"Don't force him if he doesn't want to" exclaimed a voice.

Bagas turned his head towards the voice that had interrupted his romantic moment with Citra.

"Don't force the will if he doesn't want to" he repeated.

Bagas let go of his hand. The man snorted in annoyance and stared intently at the person who had been bothering him.

"Have a hard time" jolted Bagas.

The person smiled obliquely hearing Bagas' jolt. "You never change, do you? Still like to disturb female students here," said the person who is none other than Faisal, Arga's brother-in-law

Bagas clucked irritably at Faisal's words just now.

"It was Vania you used to bother with. He did not want to go to les just because he was afraid to meet you."

"Now do you want to repeat what happened first? You want to make traumatized children the same place tutoring?" faisal continued.

"Many b***t Lo." Bagas said as he raised his fist towards Faisal's face.

The suffocating image was stifled as Faisal staggered backwards from being hit by Bagas.

Faisal rubbed the tip of his lips that were slightly bleeding from Bagas' punch. He smiled sinisterly as he saw fresh blood flowing from the corner of his torn lips.

Bagas returned to attack. This time however Faisal was able to fend it off. He inched backwards as Bagas thrust his fist towards his face.

"Don't dodge Lo. B*****t!" Shouted Bagas while raising his fists.

The image that saw it could only be silent feet in place. His entire body felt frozen seeing scenes like in that action movie.

Bagas continued to attack Faisal. He would not stop attacking until a shout stopped his action.