Is It Wrong Not All Right?

Win (Love) Fin

There is nothing more relaxing than being yourself. At least, Fina no longer needs to avoid Win because now Win already knows who he really is. And Win did not mind that at all. Precisely the man was happy because he had gained the trust of Fina for what he experienced.

“Excuse me... Is there Fina?” tanya Win at the doorstep of Fina's class. The guy's face was full of series. So bright.

“Oh it's him.” Win's eyes caught Fina sitting alone in her chair.

Students are caught frowning when they find out a quiet girl named Fina is wanted by a guy. Especially the model guy like Win who is almost close to the word perfect.

“This is Fina, isn't it?” ask Win to Fina.

“Not.” Fina bragging.

“Oh no. You must be Vein,” said Win. “Venacring my heart.”

Fina smiled at Win's flutter.

Win put a pot of rice that he had brought to Fina's table. Win knew Fina had social anxiety, so it was definitely difficult for Fina to step into the canteen.

“Lunch first,” Win sits next to Fina. Fina looked timidly at the attention of the class occupants. He is not usually in the spotlight like this.

“Kok silent?” tanya Win who found Fina silenced. Win smiled looking at the girl's temperament who was shy of cats. He ruffled the base of Fina's hair.”Very funny you.”

The female student who caught the moment clucked anxiously. “Aaa... Wanted,” jealous one of the schoolgirls in Fina's class.

Win opened his rice ompreng, showing rice and chicken teriyaki sauce as a food menu today. There are two spoons in it. One for Fina, one for her.

Fina was still silent. He could not move if he was noticed by people like today.

Win circulated his view. It seems that Win understands now the reason Fina was sculpting. The students in the class still had a hard time believing a Win was approaching Fina who had barely been seen by her nose in their school.

Win pulled Fina's hand, took her under the table. Don't forget to bring his rice ompreng. Fina according to him, followed Win's hand.

“How now? Aman right? No spies?” win asked in whispers. The distance between the two is very close. Just one inch from face to face. Fina just smiled and was bearded.

Win scoops the rice from the ompreng for him. Fina was apparently still embarrassed. He was not used to dealing with Win like this.

“Tomorrow, eat,” Win tells Fina, like telling a child to eat.

Fina according. He took a spoonful of rice with a spoon meant for him.

“Cheers used to dong,” said Win before they put their respective spoons into the mouth.

Win attached his spoon to Fina's. The cheers! Then they put the spoon he held each one in his mouth.

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Win vaporized. He seemed bored to listen to the explanation of Mr. Samsul who is an IPS teacher in his class. Win recalled the incident during a break a few hours ago. As he and Fina had lunch together under the table. Fina's face grew even more beautiful when viewed up close. Win who was propping up his chin smiled, reminiscing about that face.

Win took his phone. Typing something on his thighs silently. He sent a message via Whats-App to Fina. A reply from Fina directly Win received a few seconds later. Because by chance Fina's class is no flying.

Knowing Fina's class is empty, win takes a chance. He's permission to go to the bathroom to Mr. Samsul. Win lied.

“Sht...Fina!” call Win back to Fina's class. Half of his body appeared in the doorway. Fina who heard the voice of someone saying her name slowly swallowed. Fina was surprised to see Win's whereabouts. Likewise with the students who were now glancing towards him. Want him here any more? Maybe so they thought.

Fina walked over to Win. The girl never talks much when she's in the crowd.

“Why?”

Instead of answering Fina's question, Win instead gave permission to the class residents. “Borrow Finanya jerk, ya”

Win pulled Fina's hand, took her away. Fina was a little surprised. But inevitably he followed Win's hand.

Win let go of his grasp as he arrived at the stairs. They continued by climbing the stairs to the rooftop. “We went to rooftop,” Win answered Fina's question despite being late.

“You didn't learn?” asked Fina confused.

“Shttt!” Win put his mouth on his lips.

Suddenly with the sound of footsteps from the opposite direction down the stairs. The voice came from a teacher.Win and Fina had crossed paths with the teacher.

“Yes, Fina, so you were called Mr. Samsul. Yuk, I take you there.” Win shifted the conversation in front of the teacher, with the volume of the voice suddenly enlarged, so that the cinema remained good.

The woman in the dress passed. Win breathed a sigh of relief, stroking his chest. Fina smiled grinning, looking at Win's action a few seconds ago.

“Well, why laugh?” ask Win. His hands are still on his chest.

Fina just shook her head. His smile grew wider at Win's confusion.

Win pinched Fina's cheek. “Ngetawain me, yes, definitely?”

Fina did not answer. Who else, who else.

“Males, ah.” Win acted as a prick, walking ahead of Fina. That guy if the cuddle is sometimes adorable.

They arrived at the rooftop. The place where Win with his instinctual strength managed to find Fina who was being tepekur.

Fina reflexes follow the way Win. The girl closed her eyes. His hair was long and fluttering. The afternoon wind was strong. Win opened his one eye, peeking towards Fina beside him.

“Ncute aja, ih!” lirih Win with his heavy voice.

This time Fina did not remain shy. He replied to Win. “You were the first one who followed me. Close my eyes every time I come here.” Fina reminded Win when Win first went to the rooftop and found Fina was closing her eyes.

“Oh, yes. Hahaha” Win just remembered.

Win took a ballpoint pen stuck in his pocket. While in class, Win accidentally stuck his ballpoint pen in his uniform pocket before heading here.

Win squatting. Write something on the walls of the rooftop that is creamy, so it can be seen if he scratches the wall with a pen.

Win (Love) Fin.

Win wrote both their names. The writing was made to be 3 lines down. The first line of Win's name, under it the symbol of love, under it again the name Fina which is abbreviated Fin, as the way the SD children taunt their friends in love affairs.

“Why Fin? Let's say if there's a teacher who sees you don't have to be angry because there's your name here.” Win explained before Fina could answer.

Fina replied with a smile, But then she chided. “Norak.”

“Hah? What did you say?” Win can't believe he just got ridiculed by Fina. “Someone just mocked me? Should be given a penalty like it,” firmly Win baku.

Fina hurriedly ran dodging before she actually got the punishment from Win. Win chase. They both laughed under the afternoon sky, on the rooftop, watched live by the inscription ‘Win (love) Fin’.

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Their togetherness not only reached under the table and rooftop. After school, Win drove Fina home. Maybe starting today it will be his routine. The afternoon street is empty. Fina was silent in Win's arms. Win's gaze was not diverted from the traffic in front of him. The guy was wearing a round helmet with a light brown minimalist design, making him look adorable.

Win placed Fina's hand on her waist without permission. The guy stays focused on driving. Fina was a little surprised as Win did that. Now both his hands were already coiled in Win's hard belly.

Fina felt awkwardness. Slowly the circle of his hands loosened. Fina seemed to want to let go of her embrace slowly. But Win again tightened Fina's hands on her stomach without speaking. Fina can't do anything anymore. A few minutes later, his circle of hands loosened again. Fina was still hesitant to hug Win's body in earnest. But Win could feel that looseness. He cleared his throat and again tightened Fina's hand circles. Again and again.

Fina finally locked her wrists so as not to come off again.

They arrived in front of the fence of Fina's house. His house looks empty. At this hour his father had not yet returned to work. Father came home at night.Fina got off the bike.

“You enter first?” Fina offers.

“Do not. You must be tired. Rest there.” Win ruffled Fina's hair. A new habit.

“Judah. Bye..” Fina waved her hand.

No matter what he meant, Win suddenly pressed his palm with Fina's palm. Putting her fingers between Fina's hands. Their hands were fused in the air. Then Win revealed a knotty smile, while permeating the unity of the hand.

“Dah..” Win removed his hand from Fina's hand, turning to wave.

Fina opened the gate of her house, entered into the yard. Win darted off with his motorbike, leaving Fina's house.

Fina walked into the house with a smile. A smile is a form of gratitude. Finally he felt a sense of happiness again, after a long time of amnesia how it felt. The guy seemed to extend a hand to Fina to get out of the nestapa life.

...***...

At 19:10. Father arrived home. Face's tangled. Fatigue effects full day working. You entered the house with slow steps.

“Asalamualaikum.” I said greetings. He intends to make an omelet in the kitchen to calm his stomach that has begun to rest.

You are amazed to see some types of cuisine already presented on the dining table. He sat in place. Before long, Fina came out from the kitchen with her hair neatly tucked in answer to my greetings with sodet.

“Waalaikumsalam. Uh, Dad's home?” Fina shakes my father's hand.

Father is still silent. I can't believe the view he's seeing right now. The kid who cooks for her? His happy looking son? Vigorously? With a smile on his lips? It's all just been in your dreams since his wife died.

“Mr must be hungry. You sit down first, just sit down again mature.” Fina returned to the kitchen, continuing to cook the omelet mixed with noodles.

You can only have mangosteen. He walked stiffly, occupying a chair with rigid movements like a robot, still difficult to believe what he saw.

Soon Fina returned with a plate of omelet with a mixture of noodles that had been cut into 4 parts resembling pizza. Now the table is complete, there are vegetable toge, shrimp rebon and egg-mie. Fina doesn't cook everything. Some of them he bought in warteg, especially to welcome the return of the Father because he was tired of working since dawn.

“This you cook all?’ ask Father. His flabbergasted face had still not faded.

“Some have bought on Warteg.” Fina cengennesan's.

The father smiled happily to see his son who had regained his zeal. The old Fina, whom I knew was slowly beginning to return. Fina weed the rice on the plate for the Father along with the dishes that have been arranged on the table for the Father. Father and Fina ate together.

“For a long time, right, we didn't have dinner together like gini?” ask Fina. Father assented.

“Feel again the same dinner Mr.” Fina joking. Father laughed. Of course his father did not miss in understanding English terms. He knows what dinner is. They both continued eating.

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