Cracked Pearls

Steward And Sagara

I got home from college early today.

Zhio called me half an hour ago, telling me he couldn't pick me up again like yesterday, connected to his hectic college schedule. Though I never asked, just the initiative of her as a boyfriend. I'm pretty proud of that.

Putting aside the matter of Zhio, paving the rectangular block of the campus-wide courtyard towards the kuinjaki gate step by step. My carry bag was quite lightly swung behind my back.

At a distance of a few more steps towards the gate, a breezy voice in the distance faintly called out my name. I looked back and looked around.

Everyone who gets caught looks ugly. I shrugged no matter what, thinking I might have misheard.

But it didn't.

The sound of footsteps pounding closer from behind, gave me the reflex to get away afraid of falling into the body.

“Tiara!” With a gasp of breath, the guy stopped right in front of me. “Where are you going?” he asked after he could stabilize himself.

“I want to go home,” answer me as is. My forehead is still in wonder. “What's wrong? How do you chase me?”

That guy was the figure that collided with me in the corridor of the cafeteria a few days ago. I don't know his name yet. But I know, he's the girlfriend of one of his close friends Chelsea.

The bag strap encircling one shoulder blade he held with a relaxed stare. Accompanied by a smile, he then replied, “No, I just wanted to ask, later tonight you came, right, to Rossa's birthday party?”

My eyes narrowed in response to his question. “Ultah Rossa?” many repeat.

“Iya, Rossa. Rossa Andita his son Mr. Rector.”

The answer instantly made me stare. My mouth is wide open. “Oh, yes God. Yes, it's Sunday. I forgot the same invitation the oath!” responsiveness club.

The guy chuckles. “Kalo so go with me yuk.”

His spontaneous speech made me fall. Staring at him, then turning his face away as evasion. “Sorry, Brother. I already have a partner,” I replied remembering Zhio. “Lagian' right, isn't Big Brother Samantha's boyfriend? Why even take me?” Behind me I don't understand.

He even chuckles. “You know I'm dating Samantha?”

I'm nodding. “A little, anyway. Just 'the name is news, it must be easy to spread.”

The man's hands were fluttering once in front of his face, as if the news was just a prank. “I've broken up with him,” I'm without burden. “Means I brought you. But you said there was a partner.” In the end he was sorry.

I responded a little with a faint smile. “Sorry, Brother.”

Smile again. “Nothing. I get it, really. Girls as beautiful and attractive as you, surely already anyone has,” he accepted. I just smiled wryly in response.

“Oiya. Don't call me brother dong!” His forehead shriveled with anxiety containing as much objection.

“Trus?” my many.

“Call name aja.”

“But I don't know Brother's name," I replied honestly.

He was shocked, then laughed. “Emang yes? So you didn't know my name from when we first met?”

I'm shaking.

He's chuckling again. “Oh, My .. pantesan aja.” For a moment he quietly straightened his expression, then came back to look at me. “I Pramuda. Call me, Pram," he said, extending his hand toward me.

With a little bit of stiffness, I accepted the words. “I don't have to say my name anymore, do I?”

My words provoke Pram's naughtiness again. “Iya, yes. I already know. You Tiara. Pearl Andina is beautiful and simple!”

“Kok as-”

“So this filthy chick alesan you mutusin me?!”

That interruption sentence jolted me and Pram at the same time.

A girl with a shoulder-length hair painted red, stood right behind the flight attendant with a horrifying look.

“Samantha.” Pram said in a slightly surprised tone the girl's name. He moved it towards her. While I was still frozen in my place. Don't know what to do.

I know .. the tall and arrogant attitude of the girl, not much different from Chelsea, seen from all sides.

“Yes, it's me! Whyyy?! You surprised?!” rough pedicab Samantha. His cruel gaze now turned to my face. “Lu is a very nervous girl, anyway!” spray me.

“I?” Pointing my own face. “I have nothing on him, Brother. We met here accidentally.”

Unfortunately my answer was not received either Samantha. “Do not muna lo, Poor Girl!” hardik. “Lo slipped himself into the Chelsea family for the sake of property, right? .... Now you can do the same thing. Because he's rich! Ngaku! I have an affair with him!”

“Enough, Samantha!” The flight attendant interrupted. “I wrote him first!” akuny. “You can tell me! .... Tiara has nothing to do with our relationship breaking up at all. I am not comfortable with you!”

Even though I was hurt enough by Samantha's string of insults, I didn't want to retaliate. I quickly turned the body-go left them without a word. I don't want to get involved any further. Especially if until Chelsea comes, it will obviously muddy the atmosphere and automatically I will be scorned by everyone. I'm too lazy.

Shouting the call of the flight attendant I don't care about. Staying away from it is the best option.

Slightly away from the campus gate, I waited for a one-way bus heading home at a suburban bus stop. I'm guessing the falling droplets roll past the cheeks. Samantha's words still hurt in her ears.

Look to the left and right. Quite a lot of people rest around.

The crowd did not stop how upset I felt. I became pensive with a straight look at the road that was run over by various wheels of vehicles.

Until ....

“Pearl! You're a Pearl, right?!”

The sound automatically surprised me. I looked up to the left side, where someone standing slightly bowed observing me. “You ... who?” my many.

“I'm Sagara!” I smiled with excitement, then sat down next to me.

My forehead is thick. “Sagara?” Trying to remember that name. But ... didn't find it.

“Yes, geez! Still young lupaan!” that boy's lips. “We'll meet at your home, following the Chelsea welcome home party. You are running towards the stairs while crying at that time.”

For a moment I looked at his face with his head tilted. My mind remembers far, until .... “Oh, you were that time. Aye! I inget!”

“Nah!” Sagar smiled widely while pointing his index finger in front of his face. “What are you doing here? How sad is that?” He asked that later.

I threw my face forward, turning my gaze. “I'm not papa, really. Just a little unwell. Now I'm waiting for the bus, going home,” I remember, and Sagara responded with the word, “Oh”, only. “What are you doing here?” many turn.

Sagara smiled thinly. “I want to go somewhere!But my car suddenly broke down.” His face pointed in a direction where a red car, parked quietly by the side of the road. “I'm again waiting for this mechanic.”

I'm just a mangosteen.

My eyes looked far away at the street. It breathed a rough breath, because the bus I was waiting for had not yet appeared.

Until I heard the ringing sound of Sagara's cell phone that he had been holding, it sounded loud. The guy glanced at his screen, then snorted, “Young Master Jancent damn! Absolutely satan this one!”