Langinese. Me, You, and a Wound

First Rain (1)

   The girl walked in half a hurry, her hand pulling the trailing Maxe behind her. He pointed to the cafeteria that had officially become their meeting with someone. The guy is bright white, blond, and always wears a long shirt that folds up to his elbow. He is Johanes Cristi, a friend of Keysa High School.

"Hey!" Keysa waved, Jo seems to have waited first. His feelings were suddenly filled with rolling drums. He stopped and slowed his pace with his breathing going up and down. Keysa doesn't know how to behave, but he has to be calm.

The guy is now not as usual, he wears a silver coat with jeans. Her hair was slightly wet, the two front-hair children were left to scrape to the side. Keysa sits opposite Jo while Maxe is next to him.

Jo's eyes only glanced for a moment, then without looking at the book he immediately ordered. As for Maxe and Keysa, their heads were slightly docked, the menu book was in their midst while alternately ordering. Jo dodged and threw away her face and Keysa could see it. Oh is he stealing a look? Then is he jealous? It was like there were fireworks followed by joyous cheers in his chest.

"You're a little different apparently, usually like long shirts."

Keysa.

"Oh I was on purpose because I actually used to just love this coat."

Jo smiled in a knot and it was enough to make Keysa's eyes widen followed by lips that also could not help but smile. Jo's been turned 90% of super cute guys into a little friendly. Simply say yes and no when Keysa spoke three years ago, or sometimes even without a reply. I don't know what miracle Keysa has been siding with lately.

"How was your vacation?"

"Fun!"

Keysa answered briefly, while Maxe remained silent while looking down. This guy is weird, but Keysa lets it go, then talks at length about his vacation. More so Jo was enthusiastic to hear the story that inevitably always ended with the word with Maxe, of course because the man was his tour guide while in Surabaya.

His friends know that, because Keysa once uploaded their photos on Facebook. Miraculously, Jo unexpectedly followed the comment, then the man inbox before finally asking for WA number, and last day they had met.

[I know your friend, he's Maxe, right?]

Chat from Jo at that time.

[Oh yeah? Where do you know?]

[He used to work at my mom's house]

[You can meet me with him, Key?]

Keysa jumped up in excitement, though he was confused. He already thought that was Jo's way of getting close to him. Or if true, it could be through their friendship he could be close to Jo. Keysa then promised that returning to Bogor would soon bring them together.

Since then he also always got news from Jo. Keysa's days were like flying through the air, dreaming of the twinkling stars, the winds of romance piercing his skin, and Jo incarnated like a warming blanket. It's crazy, but the girl will really just put Jo's name before the Messiah, Our Lady, and the Holy Spirit.

  "So, you could say he always accompanied me." Keysa ends the story, along with the waitress who brought their order. He sipped a drink and began to enjoy the food, just chiken leg and cabbage but it tasted like the most delicious food that his tongue tasted. Is it because of Jo? Perhaps he, Keysa alone even felt this place was like a new palace for him. He smiled and grew more greedy until Maxe and Jo unknowingly noticed him.

"That's good, Key?"

Maxe asks and Keysa thumbs up with an annoyed glance. This guy is really insensitive, he even responded with a small nod when Key enthusiastically talked to Jo. He should have supported or at least looked for a way to make Jo feel jealous of them, but look. Uh, Keysa elbowed Maxe's arm.

"You remember how I used to be, who loved someone so much that you didn't want to fall in love again, right, Key?"

What's wrong with Jo, is he gonna shoot Keysa by saying, you know? it's true, but everything has changed when I know you, I love you, Keysa. Hm .. that's so sweet.

"Of course, Jo. Everything was spread throughout the school. You yourself have also made the status of not wanting to know the word love again, because love is a wound, you say."

"I'm going to go back first, sorry for a minute.”

Keysa's foot half-stamped Maxe, then gestured through her glance to come along. Two steps after he walked, Maxe finally caught up. They both walked away a little.

   This canteen is more precisely just a restaurant with an area of 25x4 meters. It is located right in the Plaza Cibubur area, Bogor. Only filled with shiny glass that became a barrier with several chairs, then each chair there is a table in the middle. On the side of the corner there is a special cashier and computer place accompanied by young women in neat clothes and tagged Alissa name.

Keysa and Maxe pass by the woman before arriving at the bathroom, but Keysa has already stopped, Maxe so follow.

"Hurry up, I'll be waiting for you!"

Maxe says without taste. This guy is really shitty. Since then, though Keysa needs his cooperation, but look ... Maxe without even turning away and casually asked him to go to the bathroom?

"I don't want to!"

"Oh?" He nodded, Keysa threw his face away.

"You think it's all real because I want to go to the bathroom? Oh Father, come on Maxe, understand a little. Do you know who the guy I met was?"

"He's Jojo, John Cristi I mean."

"Yes, but he's my dream, Max. The one whom I have always prayed for the Messiah. You know that?"

Maxe snorted, his head reflexively looking up with his lips suddenly clenched, he even without cause coughed, then lowered his head again.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, Maxe. Don't be a stranger to your attitude. Even if it's in Bogor, consider it your own city!"

Key is still trying to calm down, although his feelings are increasingly furious at Maxe who is suspected to be less loud in this place. He sighed then blatantly told her about his feelings for Jo.

"So I hope you help me to make it happen and—"

"Oh so that?"

Unexpectedly, Jo suddenly appeared from behind. They turned around quickly and found the man smiling sinisterly, then standing in their midst.

"Don't force her heart to change, Keysa. He's still the old one, my first love."

Jo's hand slowly pulled Maxe's arm and quickly fused her grip on the man. Keysa nodded, not knowing what to say. This must be wrong or just a joke. Keysa's left hand should be Jo's, not Maxe's. But that friendly grasp ...? His lips suddenly formed a wry smile, shaking his head while laughing indistinctly.

He suddenly wanted to shout hysterically, then cry and roar as it were.

"It's too stupid!"

Keysa turned around, clamoring indistinctly, turning his head but no longer looking at the grasp of their hands, but at the faces that stared at each other affectionately. Closer their lips, closer, until .. oh Father, they're gay!

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