Hunters And White Lotus
chapter five
Morning, at Radit's apartment
"Bel..wake the bell." Radit patted Isabella's cheeks in a deep sleep, while Isabella groaned and curled up like a baby.
"Get up fat." Radit snorted in annoyance, Isabella was still in her dream. Radit turned his eyeballs, walked into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of pepper. Carefully he sprinkled the pepper near Isabella's nostril.
HACIIIM!!
Isabella sneezes hard and jumps up from her sleeping position. His disgusting memories flowed out of his nostrils. Radit walked back a few steps, keeping his distance.
"For the Bell." Radit saluted.
Isabella glanced right-left then she frowned, trying to think hard.
"You're in my room, you fainted last night from your own fever. So my family decided to take you to my apartment until you wake up, because there must be no one to take care of you" Radit explained.
Isabella was silent for a while and then nodded, trying to stand up and walk towards the bathroom. Ignoring Radit.
"When you get to the dinner table!!" Radit somewhat shouted from his room, then the teenager walked towards the dining table.
Meanwhile in the bathroom, Isabella stared at her reflection in the mirror, her blood-red irises dimming .
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At school, in class.
Radit was chin-backed, staring boredly at Isabella's desk next to her. Her best friend is now ill and leaves her alone at school
"You're so lethargic?" Koko makes a sound next to Radit.
"Hm." Radit just muttered.
"Ey, answer something like that," Koko felt offended, Radit only looked briefly at the source of the voice and then looked back at Isabella's desk.
"What is so important at the table? to the extent that I am the living thing not noticed?" Koko said ketus.
"Emang." Radit replied casually.
Koko turned right, giving up on this one nolep.
"Isabella didn't come in?" Alan now asked.
"You don't see the stool is empty." Reply Radit.
"Yes, too." Alan smiled faintly "You want to see him?" Alan offered.
"You want to see her?" Radit turned around to ask.
"meaning?" Alan raised his eyebrows.
"He's resting at my house, it's a long story but not what you'd imagine." Radit mutters.
Alan turned his back, not believing what he had just heard.
"I told you it's not what you imagined!" Radit exclaimed loudly, seeing the reaction of the person standing next to him.
"Ah, it's not so." Alan immediately covered his shock, then he muttered "When do you want to look?"
"Tomorrow after school, now he is still sick, even he does not want to talk all day, just nod and shake his head." Radit.
"Well, I'll be there with the others." Alan nodded.
The bell rang indicating the lesson had begun, Alan turned and walked to his desk. Her dark orange irises glare in the classroom floor.
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"Defa?" Radit opened the door of the apartment, he frowned looking for a figure in his mind and found it on the sofa. Isabella was sound asleep in a curled up position.
"Eh, Radit's home." Radit's mother walks out of the kitchen just to see her son.
"Mom not working?" That was Radit's answer.
"Mom's not feeling well today, so mom decided to take a break, too..." Radit's mother turned to Isabella "I also have to take care of Isabella and you" Radit's mother smiled, Radit turned to Isabella.
"Did she trouble mom? If you let me take care of it." Radit asked worriedly.
"No, she's not a hassle at all, she's even helping mom with homework." Radit's mother said sincerely.
"Mom let me do the rest, I'll take a break." Radit took off his bag and walked towards the kitchen.
"At least change your clothes, son."
"Yes." but Radit still keeps walking toward the kitchen. Radit's mother sighed, the only child of this puppet is indeed difficult to tell.
"Mothers.. Radit's home?" Isabella woke up from her sleep and then yawned widely.
"Yes, go back to sleep, you need to rest." Radit's mother smiled sincerely as she gently rubbed Isabella's head. Isabella nodded lethargicly and then went back to sleep.
"You have to stay with him." Radit's mother smiled, stroking Isabella's hair back sincerely.
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"Dn't." Call Isabella weak on the sofa, Radit who sat opposite her turned his head for a moment and went back to playing his phone.
"Can you talk?" Radit.
"I have gago, of course" Isabella smiled faintly.
"You've been like everyone else all day, you've been so quiet." Radit turned off his phone and looked at Isabella sleeping on the couch. Isabella got up to sit down and looked straight at her interlocutor, their eyes meeting each other.
"Your other eyes." Radit muttered sadly "you think of something?" continued.
"I'm thinking a lot of things." Isabella was silent for a moment "One of them is avenging you." Isabella smiled, her red irises radiating warmth.
"You can avenge him now, I don't want this vengeance to be brought to death." Radit returned that smile.
"I'm not gonna die an idiot."
"You're human, you're gonna die, for sure," And for a moment the atmosphere became awkward, and there was only the sound of the TV lighting up between them
"I mean not for now." Isabella broke up awkwardly "maybe," then she lowered her head.
"What happened to you?"
"It's nothing,"
"Tell me maybe I can help,"
"It's complicated, you won't understand,"
"Tell me, there's no need to endure it yourself."
"You can't even bear it." Isabella looked at her friend, she wanted to cry but she did not want to make her only friend sad any further. Isabella turned her face and stood up and walked towards Radit's room.
"Radit thanks for everything, sorry about you having to sleep on the couch." He paused for a moment before entering.
No response, Radit focused on playing his phone. Isabella, who saw him, let out a heavy sigh, then she went in and threw her body into Radit's bed. Tears flowed, he clutched his chest that felt so painful, this was super complicated.
The memories of the past are remembered.
The 1st grade SMP.
"Dz..dit." The short-haired black teenager looked down embarrassed.
"Isabella and this is Ipan then this is Hana." Isabella smiled gently introducing her friends.
"Oi, you're seriously choosing this kid, he looks useless." Ipan whispered next to Isabella.
"Feed the bell, you must consider." Hannah warned
"Hey don't judge people from the outside, right? this is the teacher's decision." Isabella said casually and welcomed Radit warmly.
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BUAGHS!
Radit's body bounced against the wall, Ipan's fist slammed into Radit's cheek with bruises.
"Pa!! What are you doing!!" Isabella restrains Ipan's body, preventing him from sending another blow.
"Bel, this guy humiliated you on stage!, he's a fucking guy !!" Ipan exclaimed furiously.
"Feed right!!, Bel!" Hannah judges.
"That's just a small mistake!! There's no need to beat her," Isabella is still trying to hold Ipan's body.
BUAGH!!
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"Say Radit and Ipan had a fight."
"Oh yeah, why? Was it because of the art scene yesterday?"
"Say, Ipan the school prince seemed to be angry because the princess was humiliated,"
"Ah, you could have,"
"Eh listen to Isabella defend Radit!"
"Seriously!? Looks like Ipan is jealous!!"
Isabella walked quickly down the hallway, trying to get out of this shitty creep.
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"You're angry with me?"Ipan stops Isabella from leaving the classroom.
"No." Isabella threw away her face.
"Oh good." Ipan touched Isabella's arm.
"Sir, I want to be alone." Isabella takes off the rough hands of Ipan, then walks out of class ignoring Ipan.
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"Because you Isabella hates me!!" With full of emotion Ipan kicked Radit's stomach. Radit spewed blood, he could do nothing because Ipan's two friends were holding his arm
"B*jin*an, b*ji*an, b*jing*n, b*jing*n!" many times Ipan kicked Radit's stomach, fresh blood kept on vomiting Radit.
"Oi, Goddamn it." Isabella who had been watching from a distance exclaimed.
"Did you?" Ipan looked up, his face looked so panicked, Isabella walked towards Ipan, Isabella's red irises lit up and looked at Ipan's disdain.
"This..," Ipan tried to find an excuse.
"You're a fake yeah." Isabella said with pressure, she stood in front of Ipan and looked at him vilely, as if Ipan was the most disgusting person.
"Take him off." Isabella pulls Radit's arm, Ipan's two friends immediately release Radit as Isabella looks at him. Isabella also led Radit to walk away, for a moment Isabella was silent.
"Don't ever show that pretty face of yours, I know it's fake, from the beginning I knew you were rotten." Isabella turned to Ipan "da dah, prince b*jing*n." then Isabella resumed her path.
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"How dare you!" Hana doused Isabella's face with waste water, even so Isabella just kept quiet did not reply. Hana approached and grabbed her black hair.
"If you don't like Ipan, you don't have to say it !!" Hana slaps hard Isabella, Hana's two friends behind her just laughing enjoying the spectacle .
From the beginning, Isabella knew. He already knew all these falsities, his friendship with Hana and Ipan was a falsity, he still maintained his hope of changing them.
Fake, fake, fake. Just like his father, there is no sincere, friendly or family.
He walked out of the toilet, his uniform wet, the stench of stinging nose, the red bruise of a slap on his cheek. He also walked to the outside door.
"You're out of work." The boy's voice was haunting him from the left, he turned his head and looked at the boy who was worse than him. The man's face was battered, bruises scattered here and there, he stared flat at Isabella.
"You're coming home with me, aren't you?" Radit asked "I'll take the bike with me."
"No need I can take the public bus." Resist Isabella.
"You want to be insulted? your stench will cause chaos." Radit immediately walked over, Isabella sighed. What Radit was talking about was true, eventually he gave up and followed in Radit's footsteps.
"You don't hate me?" Isabella said on the way "I mean you know the beginning of this matter."
"No. Those who are indeed b*ng*at, act arbitrarily, play one party, consider all their property." Radit said flat then fitted a helmet for Isabella.
"You're being honest." Isabella compliments.
"That's why I like to hit them, I don't want to pretend to be patient when they insult me." Radit starts the engine.
"More sounds can't hold back emotions." Isabella riding a motorcycle.
"As far as you." Radit turned on the motor and immediately gas, five seconds they had slid on the road, Isabella smiled thinly, Radit smell different from the impostors.
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"Thank you for yesterday." Isabella thanks Radit.
"Hm." Radit just muttered his eyes didn't let go of his phone.
"Oi, bell," Hana came out of nowhere suddenly embracing Isabella.
"Let's go to the mall yuk." Hana said cheerfully, Isabella only fell silent because she knew her true intentions.
"You're not coming?" For a second Hana's embrace became stronger.
"Sorry Isabella promised me." Radit interrupted "we'll go to the cafe after we get home."
"Haah.are you dating?" Hana looked surprised.
"It's not just that he hasn't paid the appointment." Radit pointed at Isabella.
"Oh, that's it next time." Hana also ran out of the classroom and rejoined the group, whispering indistinctly while glancing at Radit.
"Thank you." Isabella is grateful again.
"I just want to have coffee." Radit said he didn't care.
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"Dit..want to be my friend?" Isabella said seriously.
"Open you got a lot of friends?"
"They're fake." Isabella grieves.
"I don't look fake, you've only known me for a few days." Radit looked seriously at Isabella.
"No, I know you're not a fake." Isabella said steadily.
"Any." muttered Radit.
"You want to be my friend?" Isabella repeated her question.
"No." Radit.
"Yes you want!!" Isabella said cheerfully, Radit stared at the creature in front of him.
"Whatever." Flat muttering.
