Is It Wrong Not All Right?
Handsome Doctor
A handsome man in his 23s got off a silver Avanza at a hospital in the capital. The man looked full of prestige with a body wrapped in white jazz. Is he a doctor? His aura was radiating very strongly. The criteria of a wise, educated, independent man can be seen only from his appearance.
The man walked down the hospital. His one hand was hidden behind his pants pocket, making his charm even more scattered. Some hospital visitors commented on his best smile, greeting the handsome doctor. The doctor smiled back. Very amicable. Smile sullens. A smile that can bring peace and peace. The sisters there don't want to lose. Say hello. Some of them mentioned names. Soq close.
“Corn, Doctor Gerald”
“Siang, sisters.” Gerald said hello.
The man entered the elevator. Up to the 8th floor, where the office is. His smile still puffed up on his lips, greeting the people inside the elevator. He's not stingy about it. Even if his smile was priced, it must be very expensive nominal.
Open elevator. Arrive on the 8th floor. Gerald rushed out. Suddenly his steps stopped for a moment. His smile disappeared in an instant. He accidentally discovered a sweet little girl playing a folded paper airplane. Gerald looked at the toy plane that was thrown into the air by the boy. He remembered a memory. Surely those memories meant so much to him that his world seemed to pause for a few seconds. Gerald again put on his smile, His steps continued, entering his room. On the door of the room was a signboard. “Psychological space”. That guy with a good aura is a psychologist?
***
The sky was dark like a canvas that was shed in black. Spots of light from the stars scattered. The moon hangs in the middle of an army of stars.
“Drrrt...,” a ring breaks the hallway of the room. It was a little embarrassing to know the ring was coming from inside Fina's stomach.
Fina pouty. Surrounding her nagging stomach asking for food. The night is the most tempting time to snack. But unfortunately, in his refrigerator there was nothing he could eat. The food stock is over. Fina had to challenge herself a little to go out to buy food at the supermarket, if she really wanted to spoil her stomach. For people with social anxiety it seems, it takes a struggle to just go to the supermarket.
Fina snatched the pink hoodie that hung softly on the wall of her room. Pink is her favorite color. She is very feminine.
Fina walked out of the house with a lump on her head. It's like a lookout. The fresh air at night greeted him. Fina could still enjoy the atmosphere at this moment. Before his anxiety came and he suddenly forgot how to breathe.
Fina doesn't want to linger in the supermarket. He immediately put packaged foods that have been recorded in his brain since he was at home into a basket. Fina rushed towards the cashier. Queuing. His body starts to stiffen. Turn's arrived. He took all his groceries out to the cashier's desk nervously. His face bowed, unable to look at Maak Kasir even though his fellow women and he did not know him.
“There again?” tanyakanya.
“No, Mbak.” Fina answered sufficiently with a stiff expression. Ma'am Kasir continues by offering discounted products. Fina answered still with the same answer.
After making the payment transaction, Fina with a quick movement back and forth right-and-on
Brak!!!
His groceries inside the tote-bags were unraveling in a mess on the floor. He hit a guy who was standing right behind him.
“Sorry.. Sory..” The guy apologized. Though it was clearly Fina's fault that was in a hurry and did not see well because of the paralysis that blocked her eyes.
Fina removed the damn skull from her head and picked up her groceries on the floor. That guy helped. The next queue advanced first, taking the turn of the person Fina hit.
“Gak pa-pa.” Fina put her things back into the tote-bag. He looked up, looking at the person he had just hit. It was a shock to find out that this person was the same person he met at school yesterday afternoon. Win.
“Elo?” Win was equally surprised. A sign of whether they were found again here.
Fina mute.
“Si-si Hamburger.” Win seems to be able to read Fina's confusion even though the girl only shows a flat look. He pointed to himself, trying to remind Fina of the incident at school yesterday afternoon.
Fina remembered. The guy looked more handsome in casual clothes than when they met at school. Unostentatious. Only use crewnecks and shorts. But, for some reason, the simple clothes make the charm even more alluring.
Fina still with the principle, which is apathy. After transporting all of his groceries, he immediately rushed away with just a short word left. “Still.” That is, thanks because Win has helped tidy up his things.
Win who saw Fina leave just like that this time did not want to just shut up. Win didn't understand why the girl seemed to shy away from him? Is there something wrong with Win?
Win, who had intended to buy a canned drink, undo his intentions, put the original drink back on the counter and strain Fina before she lost track of it.
“What's wrong with me?” tanya Win made Fina's footwork stop. The man's breath was hunting, fatigue was chasing him.
“Am I too pretentious to tease lo?” Win said loudly to Fina who was 4 meters in front of him.
“Lo who found my motor key. Even though I knew it wasn't on purpose. What's too much if I want to know Lo?” continued again.
Seperkian seconds of silence. The sound of the wind roaring. Fina shut up for a moment. Mused. Mercerna said Win well. Then, he finally spoke up, breaking the silence.
“We have no business anymore.” That was Fina's reply. Briefest. Dense. Evidently. Striking.
Fina left Win still glued to the streets. Guys exhaled a rough breath hearing the sentence Fina had just issued.
***
Bina Antara High School is entering the break hours for class 12. The cafeteria as usual is always crowded. The merchants of the flood of sustenance. The chairs are inhabited without a remnant. One of the tables is occupied by Win and his gang. Frenzy is felt because of them.
“Lo see that chick over there? Crazy cute. Beautiful, nice body, smooth skin.” Dery whispered to Hersa pointing to one of their underclassmen waiting in line to buy food. It's not polite, just point it at me. Among Win's other friends, Dery is the most flirtatious about girls. Basket eyes. Playboys. Whatever it's called, it's Dery. In fact, he already has a girl. She was very lucky to get a typical patient girl like her current boyfriend.
“Serah lo. I don't want to have any problems with Letta.” Hersa. The man's tone was notoriously cold and flat. He's Win's quietest friend and doesn't like to get into trouble. Letta, that's her boyfriend's name.
“Syrics to you, Mblo! So, find a girlfriend! The Yellow Bando has tuh.” Dery pointed at the girl wearing a yellow bando with her chin sitting at the opposite table right behind Ahdan's back.
The Yellow Bando is the name for Yola. IPS-2 children who always use yellow bando. He's got a lot of bando collections, all yellow. He is obsessed with yellow. His favorite cartoon is Spongebob. His favorite fruit is pineapple. All the yellow ones, he likes.
Ahdan looked back, towards the Yellow Bando. “Didih, ogah! Mending me single. Than later I stay at home pineapple Spongebob.” The chirps of Ahdan who was unknowingly his voice went into Yola's ears.
Yola exhaled a puff of smoke like a bull, hearing someone talk about it. “Eh Sawo! If you want to talk to someone first look! Loud voice you equal your distance to him in sync, don't you?! You think I'm a budeg, huh?!” spray Yola sonorous. That girl if she talks is always sniffy. Especially when angry. His noisy character, a lot of nonsense and rough has become his trademark.
“Lo if you talk first! Distance 2 meters by kayak to person distance 10 meters.” Ahdan doesn't want to lose. Grunt.
“Biarin! Anyway, yeah. Where do I want to stay the same lo, Sawo... Sawo...” says Yola re-emphasizes Spongebob pineapple house prihal. That saw was a special mockery that Yola made for Ahdan. Because Ahdan's skin is brown. Subconsciously, they have done romantic things, because they have given each other nicknames.
“Nah loh, storm... storm Derry pumping.
In this noisy atmosphere, the contents of Win's head actually felt empty jumping. There is only one person who occupies that ‘ruang’. Fina. Somehow, Win always thought about the girl. It grew scratches in his heart when Fina's remark last night twisted back in his head. We have no business anymore.
“Win, are you OK?” asked Hersa who was sitting right next to him. The other friend seemed to be able to guess there were tangled threads that filled his head. Win did not hear his voice. The hamburger he ordered was only bitten once and the rest was used as spectacle material. Even though the matter of hamburgers, Win can wash it with just two-three bites.
Win woke up from his daydream. He blinked his eyes, like someone just waking up from a dream. “Im OK.” Win bit back his hamburger that had started to cool. Hersa patted Win's shoulder. While the other two friends are still busy fighting with the next fort.
Win realized a new reality after being stuck thinking about Fina a few seconds ago. Starting from the feeling of wanting to continue to meet the girl, the feeling of not being crowded when the girl dumps him, the shadow of the girl's face that always appears in her head, the shadow of the girl's face that always appears in her head, it seems that it can be concluded that Win is in love with him.
No more business? There are. Because now I like the same. And that became my business. If I like it, I have to get it. Win nodded, as if replying to Fina's words last night.
***
As Win said, if he likes it, he has to get it. That is, Win will continue to pursue Fina until he reaches it. Win is already falling in love.
After school, Win returned to his meeting place with Fina. The motor lock with the hamburger hanger was found by the girl. Corridors. Just before the stairs go up and in front of the laboratory room.
Students pass. It's been 15 minutes since the bell came home, but the girl Win was waiting for never crossed. Win is getting tired. Didn't Fina go through this road? It was possible that he took another path to arrive at the school gate. Their school is extensive.
Win glanced at the watch in his hand. Sitting limp on the stairs while propping up your cheeks. His face looked sleepy, but he continued to force a glare, put on a look of jelly, not missing a single student who passed.
Win decided to wait for about 10 minutes. He did not care even though since then people who passed by saw him strange who was sitting daydreaming alone on the stairs.
Win restrained his sleepiness. He looked up, His eyes that began to disappear he squeaked when a girl passing tote-bag white-Child today does not use a bag gangdong for school-Is not the Inventor the key of his motorcycle? Win hurriedly confirmed his body position and immediately chased after the girl.
Win held the girl's wrist. Keeps him. The girl looked back. Win yawns, showing how long he waited for the chick here. His sleepy face looks obvious. It looks like a drunk.
Fina knitted her brows. What else does he want? Didn't Fina tell him she had no business with him.
Win apparently was not the wrong person. That girl is really Fina. Although his eyes were left in line due to drowsiness, but he was never mistaken for the look of the girl.
“How long is it, anyway?” win protested as if they really had some business now. The guy is back energized. His eyes are back intact.
Win doesn't know anything about Fina's after-school rituals that she does every day. He waited 30 minutes after their return.
“Not business lo.” Fina said as usual, short but painful. He tried to release the grip of Win's hand which inhibited him.
Fina stepped back, trying to dodge. But suddenly Win knew him and stretched his hand before him.
“Can't!” ban Win outright.
Fina was more surprised to see Win's action. Who did he ban?
“Get aside,” Fina tried to take a step to the right side, but Win shifted his body following Fina's movements.
“GAK!” emphatically. “Gue has been here for 30 minutes just to wait lo, and you want to go so?”
“Nobody told me!” Fina doesn't care what Win says.
Fina moved to the left side, but again Win blocked her. Fina began to fatigue in response to the boy's childish attitude.
“OK, now want lo what?” Fina exhaled a furious breath.
“Gue want you to go home with me!” Win is getting bigger.
Of course Fina refused. He blocked the man's hand forcefully, making Win almost lose his balance. “Build!”
Win lost the girl. He must accept the fact that he is ignored again. He failed again. Win felt there was no hope. But, this is Win. He had no word of giving up in his life dictionary. Win will try again. One day, Fina will melt into him! Win guarantee.
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