Cracked Pearls

Fiesta

The legs of my glasses straighten out. “Young Master Jancent? Your boss?” I asked Sagara curiously, after the guy picked up his phone in a crisp tone.

He was back sitting next to me, having pulled over for a moment in order to avoid a little noise from the people around as well as the streets.

“Not! He's cousin! Amit-amit deh!” Sagar continued to complain, “He told me to get there in five minutes! I knew my car was on strike!”

The sweet face she was sending painted regret. But what I got was he looked funny.

Kukulum's smile responded, holding him back from exploding. Worried that he'll be offended. Until the memory of a question then slipped into thought. I jerked my face back with a serious look. “I heard the name of Jancent kok kayak is not foreign,”. “What is his full name ... Jancent Lee?”

Sagara spontaneously threw his gaze at me. “Kok you know?” His forehead wiggled. He then unlocked the screen of his phone, dancing fingers like he was looking for something there. “This is it, the photo!” Then thrust that flat object towards me.

In the smile I slipped a thin annoyance. My gaze peeked at the lit screen of Sagara's phone, where a stylized photo of the world-class superior model-supporting Jancent. “Iya him! Crazy guy who last time resein me!”

Sagara surprised. Spreading the eyeballs as if it could bewitch anything into a robot. “Serious you?!” I nodded a little. The photo led me to think of the extra annoying shadow of Jancent back then.

“Wah! There's something I've been through from that rancid!” seloroh Sagara's. “Btw, where do you know him?”

I'm pounding my shoulder. “I don't understand either. He appeared twice suddenly. And strangely, always right in the moment when I was again in a situation less baek.”

Sagara squinted his eyes at me. One finger tapped on the chin of an observer. A faint smile was drawn on her small lips. “Hmm .. lest he like you?”

“Ishh, what the hell? Rese kayak behavior how do you like it?!” I'm rebuking disagree. “Udah ahh, I'm home. My bus is coming!” I stood in a gust. “Bye, Sagara!” Waving a fleeting hand and then stepping towards the door of the bus that was already gaping in front of me. Followed some of the people who also got into it.

The second row from the back, one seat I sat right next to the glass, I saw Sagara still sitting on the bench stop while looking at me could not be separated. I waved my hand and she replied with a smile. Whatever he thinks of me and Jancent, I don't care. Jancent Lee is not my domain.

Buses run through the streets. I sat with my head pressed up. Calm the heart, trying to clear the mind. No matter what happens today, I don't want to be shirking.

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Her night.

“I didn't come, Aunt. Many tasks also from campus,” my joke trying to prevent.

But Aunt Maria staunchly kept dressing me up. “You must come. Chelsea is beautiful in the living room.” In front of the dressing table in her room, my hair was busy on her comb, either to be flanked. I have a dress I have worn. Not closed nor open. Aunt Maria knows enough about my taste and character. I like the simplicity.

The next moment I nodded. Rossa's birthday party tonight, not one bit piqued my interest in coming. I am lazy to meet people who have certainly never existed in my lonely world. I am different from those who are happy with joy. I like to be quiet and alone. Unless there's a Zhio beside me.

That guy .. the busy word he said was enough to make me understand that I shouldn't bother him. Be this party event I didn't say anything, let alone invite him. I was afraid he would force himself as usual.

It's okay, I keep bracing myself. A moment there, give a gift, then go home immediately by taxi. Because Chelsea will obviously be comfortable in such an event. I don't deserve to force her to follow what I want.

“Down with shoes, beautiful!" Aunty Maria smiled satisfied with the results of her masterpiece.

For a moment I looked at the reflection in the mirror in front of me. I feel .. I'm different tonight. My eyes even widened beautifully with decorations that I did not understand what was stuck there. Clearly, Aunt Maria is the best for the business of appearance and makeup.

“For so long?!” he quickly lifted his body to stand up.

I was amazed. Chelsea is so beautiful tonight. No one can find any flaws in him.

“Kalo aja my car is no longer serviced, where I want to walk with one car with a girl katro kayak lo!”

I'll be quiet not responding as usual. Even with Aunt Maria who would have been lazy enough to rebuke the behavior of the child alone puppet it. I nodded in response to the gentle rubbing of the woman on my back, grabbed her hand for a kiss, then came out following Chelsea who had already stomped her foot in front of the yard.

Along the way to the hotel where Rossa's party was held, in addition to the roar of the engine, there was no conversation at all between me and Chelsea. The driver in front occasionally peeked at us from the rearview mirror above his head. I don't know what he's thinking.

Drowning in silence, still no words.

Before long, the car turned into the hotel's spacious parking lot. We have arrived.

Chelsea went down first. His annoyance highlighted that he did not want to take steps with me.

Before entering the step following where Chelsea leads, I humbled my body, thanking Mr. Bowo, the personal driver Om Krishna who drove us to this place.

Climbing the red altar that extends inward. There the guard asked for an invitation as proof. I gave the thin object with a smile and then entered with not so excited steps. The atmosphere in the core place sounded crisp, even before entering it.

Once inside, I was looking for the princess of Rossa-Andita. But it would be very difficult to find him in a crowded crowd like this.

In the end an empty seat on the edge of the horse sat in hesitation. Almost all came with their partners, tweeting at each corner with happy smiles. While me?

Hhh!

Just take it I'm bored.

Where is Rossa Andita?

“Tiara!”

The voice jolted me to look. “Algi," I said a little in disbelief. “You're here?”

He nodded happily. “Iya. Rossa was my upperclassman at Junior High" he said. “I can sit here?" He appointed an empty seat beside me using his widened palm.

My head tilted submissively following, then nodded later. “Please.”

“Thank you,” said. “Unexpectedly yes, we can meet here. You how are you, Ra?”

“I'm good," my short reply.

For some time we were immersed in conversations about the past, including the discussion of his apology for the rude attitude he did first to me and Zhio. I smiled in response, because I never took it seriously even to the point of becoming a deep-rooted hate.