INTROVERT LOVE'S

Episode 4

Charm

Apparently the news of me joining the Grunge community and getting involved in brawl had spread to the school santreo, people were beginning to realize my existence, she said, the hoodlums who usually mess with loners like me are now polite every time they meet, there are no more rancid boys at rest who shift me while sitting in the canteen, the oppressive upperclassmen were now more sociable, I became freer in school.

There was no wind, no rain, my body was shaking, my legs were suddenly cold, I was happy and scared, Ara hurriedly walked towards me, she looked very angry, her lips were ringing, sorry, I'm sorry, just angry, she looks so cute.

There is another thing that makes this chest beat twice as fast. That morning we were like twins. He was wearing the same shoes, a bag, even the exact same watch I wore. Is he in a trance? A trance that destroys my faith.

“Udah is a hotshot now ..”

“Eh, how are all twins?” I can't believe it.

“Do not switch talks!”

“It was just a coincidence, I just knew them.”

“Yes you know, one school on speaking of you, any injuries?” She watched my face.

“Engga.”

“I thought of this all night.”

“Thinking what?” manya curious.

“You know one drop of milk?”

“Iya, know, why? Segini, right?” I clawed with my fingers.

“You were a drop of milk and they were a glass of coffee.”

“Means?”

“Yes you will be lost, melted into like them.”

“Terus?”

“Sway from them.” Ara turned her body, left.

I repeatedly slapped my face to make sure it wasn't a dream, it hurt. It turns out that beauty is real, we were really only two cubits away.

I didn't concentrate during the lesson, was busy withstanding the serotonin storm that made it hard for my lips to stop smiling, Mardiah's mother my homeroom teacher told me she smiled

the lesson I answered with a smile also made him sure I really understood what he said, I also kept smiling when some friends were punished for chatting to senior teachers

the fierce one went up and punished me because he thought I was happy to see my friends suffer.

To whom has created the term ‘Love is blind’ let me be your student because of the true task of making up a story that is ruled by the teacher, which I wrote even his name in a full sheet.

Broken Home

After dawn I no longer laze on the bed, did not sleep well last night, impatient morning came, until today I always so, impatient for new things.

I had promised Sai a visit to his house, I finally had a friend I could visit outside of school. No half-hearted Mama herself who will take me there, mama said Sai's house is not far, only takes about fifteen minutes by driving a car.

“This is really the address?”

“Iya, Mother. Ga wrong.” I reread the address on the business card Sai gave me.

“Gede also yes home.”

Mama approached the fence, the atmosphere was so langang, the yard was so wide, on the left embedded various kinds of flowers, flower gardens more precisely that made Mama stunned.

“This is really Sai's home?”

“How to know, Ma. This time just came.”

“But the power has no people.”

“Iya, Mother. We go home?”

“But Mama likes the flowers, ask for seedlings first?” Pinta mama, her eyes sparkling.

“Hanaaaaaaaaan!” Someone waved from the second floor. That's Sai.

“Iyaaa, open dooruu.” I replied while pointing at the gate that was still locked.

Sai ran small walking towards the fence, his hair neatly tied back, he wore glasses and still

wearing pajamas, he no longer looks like a street kid.

“August, Aunt. Sorry, well padlocked, there is often a fad.” Sai chuckles.

“Emang who?” curious mom.

“Ngga know Auntie, sometimes hell.”

“No, who do you mean by auntie? Engga similar to Sai.”

“Hahaha.” We laughed.

“Mama is in dalem?”

“All again out Tan, I'm alone at home, let's go in, breakfast first..”.

“Yah can, take aja.”

“Oh, gini aja, that, that, that one too.” Nimble hand mama pointed at some kind of flower.

“Honey, later you bring home yaaa.” mama begs. I held it flat.

“Let's tell your mom, aunt asked for seedlings. Assalamuualaikum.” Mama rushed into the car, she looked so happy, besides the beautiful flowers, didn't her only child have a close friend from that day on?

***

I was more impressed when I was in the house, the high cabinets containing books stood handsomely in the corner of the room, some abstract but beautiful paintings hanging on the walls, he said, the ceiling of the house is also filled with artistic ornaments, cloud paintings and the sky looks so real.

“Papa likes to read books, his art soul is as high as his heart,” Sai said suddenly.

“Means?” my question is not to understand.

“Adults who feel like they have everything, huh? Tall-hearted. Selfish.”

“Eh, Papa-Mama, where?” I'm trying to melt the atmosphere.

“Papa rarely go home, Mama moreover, they are both perfect human beings so not suitable to unite. You understand what I mean?” I nodded and managed to conclude something.

“My family is just you, kids grunge.” Sai's face changed, moody.

“Oh yes, you need to know, not all of them are fanatics of grunge music and Nirvana band, some of us are also like me, need family, friends chat, and, home to go home, a place where our existence is recognized." His chest up and down, he spoke hurriedly, I

he knew he was trying not to cry. I just kept quiet, afraid of being wrong.

“You know where to sell luxury and exchange it for parental attention?” Sai laughed a little.

“I think you need a drink. Oh yeah, you can go to the backyard see what's in there, you must like.” He switched the conversation.

A very luxurious house, I was curious to surround it because in each room is inserted with different art. Sure enough, I was aghast when I was in the backyard. Two basketball hoops looming

sturdy, which makes me even more stunned is the symbol of LA lakers on the ring board, bingo! I think our favorite team is the same. I quickly grabbed the basketball lying on the floor and shot it into the ring. I just realized why the other day Sai's shot was more accurate than mine. I was dribbling the ball and I was shocked at once

frightened because Buser caught us the other day walking towards me with a gun hanging from his plate. I immediately crouched down and folded both hands over my head, resigned.

“Hey young man, beat me and today I will forgive you."

“Siap, Sir. But I don't make mistakes anymore.” I tried to defend myself and was upset because I thought Sai had set me up.

Braaap up!

Buser passed the ball firmly, I quickly caught it.

“Let's just say, if you can get past me and make a point with one shot you I let go.”

“But, Sir. My fault what?” Again I defended myself.

“You dare?” He challenged. I also had no choice but to have this matter with the police quickly end. Without further ado I drible the ball towards the ring, the movement of the thick police was quite fast that made it difficult for me to get close to the ring. No less effort to break through but still in vain, the horses are strong as well as stamina, the next thing I have to do is try to outwit him and then take the gap to make a three-point shot.

“Papaa?” Excite Sai while bringing a bottle of orange-colored drinks. Luck

siding with me, the well-built man turned to look towards Sai. I didn't waste that chance.

The cussss!

My shot went perfectly into the ring.

“You're lucky, Nak.” He grinned at me.

“Hei my boy, have breakfast?”

“Not yet," replied Sai flat.

"This is Papaku.” Sai half sensed to me.~~~~

“Oo..oom.” I stammered, thrusting a hand, regretting it.

“Lumayan was also your shot earlier, but I think it's still losing fast than

Sai.”

“Iya Om, I've seen how fast Sai plays,” I replied.

“Papa nginep?” Sai cut.

“You know, right? Papa much work.”

“Papa want to make sure the champion Papa is okay, which kmarin still there?” It

give how much money to Sai.

“Still there, Pa. Still a lot, I don't need this,” Sai said with a voice

shrink.

“This is simple, ajakin temen to home let rame.”

"Yes," said Sai, throwing his face away. He grabbed some of the money and followed his father out the door limply. I miss my mom at home.