LIKE I CAN'T SEE
CHAPTER 37 KINTAN
Mr. Bono pulled my skin a little rough. I had to stand up because of the pull. It was so spicy. Maybe right now my skin is red.
"Wait for what else? Help bring it to class!", said Mr. Bono who still sees me staring in front of the person I hit.
I received a slightly heavy Mr. Bono bag. I don't know what the kiler lecturer was carrying in his bag. I quickly followed her footsteps into the classroom. I don't want my arm pulled back. Until I forgot to say to the guy I hit.
Different from someone who was watching me. Until a sigh resuscitates the man's daydream. "Don't be dumb, his name's Jovan. Medical child!", obviously a friend of his.
I've been sitting tensely following the kiler lecturer for quite some time. Until the sound of worms in my stomach is not able to calm me anymore. It was so noisy and demanding from inside.
"Do, go straight to the cafeteria!", I said giving orders and immediately pawed ahead of Dodi.
"Ishhhh tumben-tumbenan the boy? Hasn't she had breakfast yet?", asked Lirih Dodi. Who then went after me.
The canteen was crowded with many people. Looks like there's only a bench left in that corner. But unfortunately, I have to deal with a bunch of girls who have already occupied opposite him.
It's okay, hungry too. I throw away the shame and awkwardness of being close to the opposite sex. This is a public place too.
I immediately sat down after getting the bench I meant. After ordering indocriting boiled and fried to mbak Tina waiter canteen.
"Eh, you hit me just now right?", the question suddenly sounded from a girl across the street. I don't want to make me have to see it.
Look at the eyes we met. I was stunned. Turns out she's a sweet, cross-faced girl with blond hair who's purposely in polish.
"Ah really? I'm sorry I just left you" I said badly. Shortly after, Dodi came to sit next to me. He seemed to be listening to our conversation.
"I'm Kintan!", reached out to me.
Feeling uneasy or considered arrogant to be more precise, I accepted the helping hand and mentioned the name. "Oh yes, this is my best friend Dodi", because I got a question mark from Dodi, I also finally introduced Dodi to her. And that's where the action of handshakes alternately because Kintan's friends enthusiastically also invite acquaintances.
Don't forget to wash your hands with soap ya😎.
Kintan is a nurse major. An accidental encounter with Jovan makes the Indo-Japanese descendant blaster secretly put a taste in Jovan. Until his courage to meet the figure of Jovan.
For that, when meeting with Jovan in the cafeteria was happy not to play. That way he no longer needs to find Jovan to his class.
Day change day. It didn't feel like Jovan had been in college for nearly two years. And Kintan blatantly approached Jovan unabashedly. Apparently the girl had a hard and unyielding nature.
How are you doing with Jessy? Jessy had returned to Indo to visit her mother last month. When Jovan eagerly pursues his monkey love but again must be blocked iron barrier.
Jovan sees Jessy being picked up by her house driver along with Bagas and a small child exactly by the photo she saw on social media. Increasingly added to the belief that Jessy was married to Bagas and had children.
"Keep you're not nyamperin Jessy Jo?" asked Dodi at the time.
I answered with a head. Dodi continued his words. "I can't believe Jo, that Jessy's married and has a child let alone Bagas".
Since hearing my story. Dodi doesn't believe everything I see. He still denies with impossibility.
"What is impossible? Obviously they were betrothed from the beginning", my elak allowed what was in mind.
"That was Jo. Even you know Jessy never liked Bagas according to Amel's story. Amel couldn't have lied to me Jo! After all, Amel will come to London as well as his mother if Jessy marries Jo", Dodi still insists on disbelief.
I'm still digesting all Dodi's words.
Flashback.
"Hey, let's go home", Kintan surprised me by holding my arm. It's been the last few months that she and I have been familiar. I always thought of him as a friend. Unlike Kintan who thinks I am his girlfriend. Haishhhhh just exists.
I repeatedly told him I had no feelings for him. But, again the girl said she would wait until I opened my heart as long as I allowed her to always be by my side.
Isn't love just because Jo's used to it? Those words were a powerful weapon for him to be able to hold me by his side.
I have no reason to stay away from him either. I admit Kintan is a good girl. He never neko-neko. He also never looked down on me even though he knew where my ins and outs came from. But he always thought I was special in his eyes. Love has blinded him.
"So how? Do you want to still be here? Come home, is there no class?", asked the girl again. He's willing to wait an hour out there just to wait for me, my God!
Feeling bad, and I always wasted a girl as good as her, I stood up right away. "Yes, let's go home".
And behold. We are at the cafe where I work. Like there is no job, Kintan often come home with me but to the cafe where I work. And the girl spent hours just hanging out there. Fun playing with his laptop and occasionally looking at me.
No wonder the cafe owner who is none other than Dodi, thinks he is my lover. Actually there is an unpleasant feeling in Dodi's om, but again Dodi om understand. "What's wrong, Jo, after all, your boyfriend does not interfere with your work and you can still focus on working" he said.
"Joe...Jo, until when are you going to hang on to her feelings?", asked Dodi after her departure. He pointed at Kintan with a glass in his hand.
It just so happened that the boy came to me to the cafe. Guess she came home on a date. O yes, now he is officially a lover of Amel yes. Thanks to her persistence and hard work get Amel. Not like me without clarity.
"Who do you mean? A kintan? Sorry, I never hang anyone's feelings" I replied while concocting her ordered drink.
"How hanging? Have you ever been honest with him if the feeling in your heart was never going to open up to him Jo? Because it's filled with other girls. Pity him!", said Dodi full of emphasis and full of offensive words.
