ECLIPSE LUNAR

Episode 7's

It's been a week since the new school year began. Last Karen gave me the news, she's back in Bandung. All important items such as laptops, cell phones and notebooks were brought along while Kinan was away. So he didn't find any meaningful clues. When I suggested opening her sister's social media, Karen found nothing to suspect.

To this day, the guy hasn't shown his nose at school. I intended to type in LINE chat to ask if today he entered school, but then kept the phone in his pocket. Along the way to class, I saw many students chatting.

There seems to be some rumors that are still warm. My news-seeking radar picked up signals of clumsiness around. I am part of the Prisma Jaya Press club or abbreviated as PPJ. Practically my activity other than studying is to find news. So, the fuss in corridors like this usually contain news that I deserve to write. For press affairs, Prisma Jaya has an internal tabloid that is published once a month. His name is PJ World. Of course managed by PPJ. In addition to tabloids, we also manage school blogs and mading.

I am part of the trending topic—rubrik rubric team that usually contains news that are warm in the Prisma Jaya area. Most of them are just rumors. But not infrequently the news from our rubric is made a news headline in PJ World.

For the sake of prying information, I slowed my pace as I passed the long chair occupied by Joanna and her friends. She's the female version of Ken. Beautiful, rich, beautiful. One of the drawbacks: the brain. Often his mouth works more in-brain than his brain. He is famous for chasing Ken for a long time, but until now his love has not been received.

Because I did not want my morning to be damaged by the attached grandmother, then I decided to act—pretend to play mobile phone while leaning against the wall quite far from Joanna, but still free to hear her crumbly voice.

“Not possible!” hatch Joanna hard. His face was slightly flushed, clearly angry.

Mei, the girl of Chinese descent who said she cared the most for Joanna stroked her friend's shoulder, then her high-pitched voice at the end sounded. “Patience, Jo. I'm sure Ken won't be with whoever that chick is.”

Joanna looked angry. “But where can I just say it in May?! I've been chasing him all along! Tell me who Ken likes! What was his name?”

Kamila, one of the gang members whose most innocent face replied, “Whose name was that? Just like the evil characters in the soap opera. Ah, yes .. Adriana. Bener, Adriana.”

May add, “Adriana Kinanti.”

The show continues. But I'm not interested in being a spectator. My news-seeking radar is buzzing. My adrenaline's racing. Three words echoed in my head: Ken likes someone! The answer to my doubts all this time about his sanity.

I stepped into class. Adriana Kinanti's. I said that name well to stick in the memory. This is big news! How could I have missed such a big news!

Upon arrival in class, a rowdy sound instantly filled the eardrum. My class is the most bontot and the atmosphere is not as conducive as the superior class whose majority of students are calm-good-performing.

I only smiled faintly as a few classmates greeted me. My steps are moving towards a point. The second seat from the back was occupied by two girls who straightened their heads as soon as they saw my presence.

“Ser, where are you going?!” sambar Vina, the crazy girl. Next to Vina, sat the bespectacled and thin-looking girl stacking her chin with a lethargic face. He's Yola, one of Ken's many fans.

Vina and Yola are close friends. The two are often called the number 10 if they are walking together. Vina's a team at PPJ with me. While Yola is the most helpful informant if me and Vina want to find news about Ken. Fangirlings. More or less that's what Yola did to Ken. Admiring, loving, to the extent that it may be as adoring.

I immediately pulled one of the chairs onto Yola and Vina's desk, unable to hide my enthusiasm. “Adriana Kinanti and Ken. What phenomenal event did I pass?! How can I not know?!” sambarku.

Vina shook her head in a dramatic style. “Lo is definitely a mess, right, Ser?”

I immediately shook my head. “Ngak. As long as you tell the chronological story perfectly.”

“You should read it in a tabloid, Ser. Because I'll write the article.” Vina chuckled, half closing the laptop in front of her so I wouldn't see what she was writing.

I scowled not to accept. “Not fair, dong. What's the full story, Vin?”

“Sure.” Vina confidently raised an eyebrow for a moment. “Gue was lucky to have been to the cafeteria first. Ken told me about a girl named Adriana Kinanti. It was very clear that he was suffering chronologically from his meeting with the girl.” The puffed-up girl screeched in excitement.

“Yah .. Ken broke the notion that he was not looking for a girl.”

Vina reply argued. “She's just an expensive sell-off, Yol. How do we know outside he's got a girl how many? Now we've just been told about the girl. Don't know how it used to be? Ken kayak type impossible to be single!”

Vina is in the same group as me. Searching for news to find Ken's all-out weakness. Typical anti-fans. While Yola who stands by Ken's side as his fans is certainly loyal to defend his idol.

“Say you envy because you can not enter Ken's fansclub. Why deh!” Yola shook her hands, laughing disdainfully.

“Gue is not wrong? I intended to join that time just to be a spy, time. No regrets at all.” Vina was no less underestimating.

Yola finally stuck out her tongue. “Don't ask for more info like me if it is!”

Threatened so, then Vina laughed while hitting Yola's arm. “Yaelah, kidding time Yol. Ah lo mah serious very much kayak ceremony.”

I laughed at the behavior of the two. Yola is now fully looking at me. “Let me have a story, Ser. This bully boy beside me always wants to win by himself.”

The decision was perfect, making Vina frown. He shut down his laptop. “Kalo Serena horrified the story, I am not sure deh my article dipake.”

“Masukin aja first to the editorial team, Vin,”. “Gue will not make the same title.”

“Mean it,” Vina rests chin, imitating the style of the previous Yola. “That is not the same title that makes my article must end up being a fried wrap.”

“That's a pessimistic mute,” sambar Yola sharp, seems still upset. Without caring for Vina's shrinking look, she turned to me. “So gini, Ser. Earlier this morning, when I was just as puffed up beside me to the cafeteria, Ken bumped up the kids who had come and made a horrendous announcement. About the girl he was expecting. I can't retell because I don't really want to believe.”

Yola moved her hand as she spoke. “Ken said, the other day he met a girl at the TU decket. The girl wore another school uniform and accidentally fell into a notebook right after the collision with Ken. Ken said he wanted to go after the girl and turn the book around. But he accidentally read the contents of the book and somehow suddenly he forgot his intention to return the book. When I realized, the girl had gone out of nowhere. He knew the girl's name from his book. There is an HP number listed there, but the contact cannot. So yesterday Ken nanya, did anyone know the same girl whose name is Adriana Kinanti it.”

Yola breathed a moment. “Not just that, Ser. Ken said he was really curious about the girl after reading the note. He really needs to see that girl again. He said he wanted to return the book and express his feelings. Crazy no? A really big soap opera, right? That's why there are many who call Adriana ama the antagonist in the soap opera. I'm aja males dengernya. Could be Ken kocak so.”

I digest Yola's explanation well. “Yol, you see not the girl's notes what is it?”

Yola shook her head in a doldrums. “It also makes me curious abis, Ser. Ken did not look. Ah, but on the note there's a picture of the girl. Ken sempet kasih. I took the moto anyway. Wanna see?”

Of course I immediately nodded enthusiastically.

Yola pulled her phone out of her shirt pocket. I immediately stuck out the body as close to her as possible. Vina is now fanning around using Yola—tam's history textbook - her pack deliberately wants to upset her best friend.

I looked at the screen of Yola's phone which featured the figure of a girl named Adriana Kinanti. My breath's stuck. It took me a while to digest what I saw. My head feels round and round.

The face in the photo for the last few weeks I kept staring at, I kept remembering that I saw it somewhere. With a tremble I pulled out my phone, opened the gallery to see the photo that Karen sent me the other day. Then liken it to a photo on Yola's phone.

Exactly alike.

Yola and Vina were both stunned. However, my face had already gone pale.

“Lho, where did you get Adriana Kinanti's picture, Ser?” Yola asked.

I looked at my two friends with a firm look. “I know who he is.” []