Manful Guys Overseas

Amel or Aya?

I originally saw this tattoo just by looking a little, now it has changed by looking at him in wonder. Still don't believe what I saw. But the other day when I met Amel at his house he wasn't all this and he was wearing glasses. But now he doesn't wear glasses. That's what confuses me.

Tatib (Amel): WHY DO YOU WANT TO WATCH ME WITH THAT KAYAK EXPRESSION?! NANTANGIN ME HUH?! MOVE YOU FORWARD!

My left hand was forcibly pulled and carried forward. I felt I had nothing wrong trying to let go of my hand that was pulled forward and was still in place.

I: What was wrong, brother? My hat fell because of the wind.

Tatib (Amel): OH DO YOU WANT TO NGELES YES? I CLEARLY SAW IT FROM BEHIND WHEN THE HAT WAS THROWN!

I: No, I probably threw my own hat.

Tatib (Amel): GA TAKE EXCUSE, GO AHEAD NOW!

My hand was pulled back, this time Amel's hand was getting louder. The more I tried to let go, the harder Amel tightened his grip on my left arm. Crazy this chick! I'm being honest, but he still doesn't believe me!

The tattoo: STAND YOU THERE!

Amel pointed next to the other students who had broken on the podium and then Amel went back around among the new students while carrying my ball hat. After I stood on the podium, I turned my gaze to Ojan and I saw him holding back his laughter a little. Damn it, too, my child even ngetawain!

Now the students have been disbanded from the field and directed to the class with their respective elder brothers while me and the other 'suspects' are still standing on the podium, waiting for a punishment. I don't care anymore about the punishment, which I think now: why am I not wrong but hunted forward?

Then from the left end there is a girl who uses a high school uniform up the podium while carrying a sheet of paper, for what reason. Student after student was passed by him and then he is now standing in front of me.

Girl: Name?

Name: Naufal.

Girl: Participant Number?

I: So much.

Then the girl stopped writing and checked my attributes starting from the top to the bottom.

Girl: Hmmm don't wear a hat on deck?

I just want to answer that brother's question.

Tatib (Amel): ANSWER THE DECK IS NOT A DOANG MANGUT!

I: Yes brother.

Tatib (Amel): ANSWER THE HARD! GUYS, KOK KEMAYU THAT!

I: YES, MY SISTER DOES NOT WEAR A HAT!

My breath hunts to hold back my anger. I want to scream at the guy and argue that I have nothing wrong. I have full attributes! Just because of the damn wind I became hunted forward! Crazy lo Mel!

Girl: The deck should not be taken to the heart. Later tomorrow you wear the hat continue to make a love letter for the tatib. If tomorrow he does not bring his love letter, he can repeat this MOS next year.

This girl pointed towards Amel with a smile and then got off the podium. Then we were all told to enter the class according to the number of participants owned. I walked past Amel and he just looked at me with his expression on.

Love letter?

**** that.

At 3pm, we were all allowed to go home. I walk towards the school gate, from a distance can be seen there are 4 men who guard while folding their hands in front of their chests. After I set foot outside the school gate, I immediately took off my coffee wrap apron. During the MOS, we were all required to wear the aprons all day until the time to go home and were only allowed to be removed after leaving the school.

I looked at the sound, Ojan waved his hand not far from where I was standing and then approached me.

Ojan: How can I go ahead anyway? That feeling was all lo complete attributes.

I'm: You know, my sniffles. I'm going back first, cape.

Ojan: Yes tiati sob.

Before I got home, I decided to go to the minimarket across the compound to buy a can of chocolate milk and cheese sandwich. Through this food and drink I hope to be able to withstand a little turmoil in the stomach. After paying for it I immediately drank the milk and devoured the bread without waste. My stomach was filling, and I went home.

Just until the gate of the complex there is someone who calls my name from behind.

... : Fal!!!

I didn't look, I knew who was calling me. No other and no Amel. But because I did not heed his call and keep going, now Amel again shouted my name and this time harder. I stopped my steps and looked back. Amel then ran a little towards me.

Amel: How was school his first day?

I: Well, that's what my brother is.

My mood is down today! Crazy one! Ask me today how!

Amel: Don't call brother, call Amel.

I: Uh... mmmm. Yaudah brother, uh... Mel...

Amel: Hahaha gausah grogi this time Fal. Just relax.

I: Yes how to relax because it was at school my angry sister.

Amel: Huh? Angry you?

This person has a short-term memory disease or acting like a bego or is it really a bego?

I: Yes, my brother this morning was angry until I told him to come forward. Forgotten time brother? I'm sure the person who was angry with me was my brother.

Amel stopped his steps a few steps behind me and looked towards me with a look of wonder. A few moments later he smiled and walked beside me.

Amel: Oooh means you have met Aya?

I: Huh? Aya? Who is sis?

Angel: IH! You said it was hard! Don't call me brother! Call me Amel!

Amel then sped up his pace, leaving me who was thinking hard about someone named 'Aya'. After a few steps in front of me, Amel turned his back and smiled.

Amel: Oh, I forgot, Aya is my twin Fal!

After Amel said that then he walked faster and disappeared at the turn of the road that led to his house, leaving me with the name 'Aya' that was spinning inside my brain.

I don't care whether it's Amel or Aya.

But one is clear, though,

I'm not going to forget that guy...