Gabril - Crown Or Arena
Of jealousy?
Water piles that fill the hollow village street space are everywhere. The downhill road is rather steep in the flank by a stretch of a small river that flows quite fast.
Gabril could see the shadow of his face and bangs that covered his forehead until he touched a little bit of his eyebrows. The river water is still clear clean, not a single piece of trash passed by and greeted Gabril.
The girl turned her face forward, a few rows of boys and a teacher accompanied by a farmer went hand in hand carefully.
The green soil is full of several plants that run through each other. Small tractors repeatedly surrounded the expanse of greenery.
Gabril still put his eyes forward, although sometimes the gaze of his eyes highlighted the face of the man who was on the left side of the road. Fahris.
Hoping Fahri will return his eyes even if only briefly. Gabril was still trying to steal the man's attention to get him to talk about the problem he brought.
But his hopes seemed to be dashed when Fahri did not even glance at the line behind his back, even when Haikal and Dony mentioned his name repeatedly.
Viona and Ara were talking quietly in the back, Gabril turned his head back when he saw Kanti looking at him strangely.
***
They got to a small plantation located behind the warehouse to store food to be sold. A small tree attached to a wooden board bearing the name of the fruit hanging brightly.
The teacher who accompanied them walked away slowly and left a piece of paper how many halman to Fahri. “You share, your job is just catet the names of the same fruits vegetables that are here.” Flat talk.
Fahri handed out sheets of paper containing rows of tables that extended downwards. “He will talk gk ya?” gabril muttered to see Fahri who walked over to him carrying the last sheet of paper.
Gabril quickly put the words together, at least he could have a small conversation after the past few days.
Fahri stuck out his hand with a flat expression, both eyes staring at the ordinary Gabril. With his tiny arm Gabril took a sheet of paper and his mouth was ready with a series of sentences that he stacked
.
“Fahri.soal that night, I don't know what we mean,-”
“Not now.” The quick cut made Gabril close his mouth again and pull the rest of the sentence that almost came out.
Fahri hasn't wanted to talk to the girl yet for now. His face gave no expression. Gabril returned pensive, the surge of guilt re-entered.
Gabril stood up and took his balance, breathing deeply before walking into the fruit and vegetable fields before his eyes.
A few steps he had already taken before a familiar chant of sound came and entered his faint ears. “Ciao bella, your face is getting more charming every day.”
Akma emerged from behind Gabril's back and immediately patted his head slowly. Shy spray spread into Gabril, both parts of his cheeks flushed brightly quickly.
“Minuscolo, would you like to perform a task? I'm temenin.” Akma cried holding Gabril's arm into the garden.
On the other hand Fahri sees Akma and Gabril who look very familiar. The man froze in his place and saw Akma pulling Gabril into the garden.
*
“Can I tell you I need to use the alien language?” gabril snapped across both of his arms.
“Attesa, weird language? It's Italian, you have to learn a lot to understand this language.” Akma combed her thick hair with her fingers.
Gabril advanced his lower lip and let out a long sigh of resignation, he again met a strange man with a long name, Akma Albyandra Ararya.
Akma moved his legs like a royal prince, his left arm folded behind his back and another twirled the hanging fruit.
“Yes god, you why do I keep following, no other work what?”
Akma placed both of his arms around his waist and laughed loudly.
BRAKKS..
The tome hit Akma's charmed face so strongly that it made the narcissistic man fall to the ground.
“Hehe..books from Viona finally come in handy.” Gabril muttered while putting his evil smile on Akma who was still sitting on the ground.
“Udah there go, I want to design the task first, if the task is finished, then just do you disturb me like anything is also up to!”
Akma stood up enthusiastically. “SERIUS? HAHAA..I can celebrate my beautiful twilight with this cute and beautiful girl beside me, molto bello.”
Akma approached Gabril who was still looking at him in surprise, the man reached for Gabril's cute arm and put down the thick book he had just thrown while bowing like a king who gave the princess a golden crown.
“We'll see you later, Gabril.” Akma walked away slowly with a big smile on his face. The man bluntly points out that he likes Gabril, his beautiful words make Gabril's heart beat even though the girl is hiding it.
***
A big finger with a pile of middle-colored bracelets scribbles the long table sheets very carefully. His eyes moved right and left quickly.
Compared to the upside with two friends who were cool to spread the body in a bale chair made of bamboo.
“No need to rush really, mending we enjoy the atmosphere of the fruit kebon adem ye gk Don?”
“Yo.. Kemon is Fahri, work his duties later aje first, we fall first for a while, there is no supervisor of this.” Added Dony.
Fahri looked at his two friends who were wriggling on a bamboo chair that was wide enough. “As far as possible, you two will also be the most beautiful to have me.”
Dony and Haikal throw their big smiles at each other, they are always cheating Fahri writing at the end of the lesson time, wherever it is. Even during the replay, the three of them were always busy throwing small paper folded in such a way onto Fahri's table.
“Eh Fahri, sory if I kepo, elo same Gabril again fight?” Haikal approached Fahri slowly.
“So usually, why is it?” Fahri stopped his finger that was busy scribbling the sheets of paper. “Last-lately you seem to rarely talk to girls, make it a habit of you two like to chat.”
Fahri was silent for a moment, the man turned his gaze back to the piece of paper and the sweet board he had sipped on his thigh. “Slight problem, not nothing.”
“News to us, have we soib yes gk?” dony threw his footsteps in motion.
“From the two of you to my business with Gabril, mending lo help me. You know who the next class guy who joined our working group earlier, pale skin with black hair white arm?”
Haikal and Dony looked at each other before the two men put their arms on each other's chins. “Lo tau Kal?” Haikal was silent.
WHITE HAIR, PALE SKIN. The sentence swirled around inside his head for some time, Fahri and Dony stared at Haikal without blinking, the man was seriously remembering.
30 Seconds passed, Haikal looked his head up at the lush stems and leaves of the trees blocking the incoming daylight.
“Akma.. Akma Albyan, do not know, anyway the Akma, next-class children, narcissistic men, female followers are everywhere, like Fahri just more blunt."
“Narsis, school seleb?” ask Dony curiously.
Fahri silently looked at his two friends, the person who was with Gabril earlier, inexplicably Fahri thought of that person, Akma.
Will Fahri sympathize with Gabril. Or is he still silent still putting Gabril in his heart?
