me and this feeling

Part 4's

We turned around, found Sekar, Rena and Dila already in front of us. "******* me, why did they come. I don't want them to get involved in this" My inner voice said. I can't do anything just to give up the situation, all of this is also because of me. But revenge is still revenge. Students in the class scattered out of the class as well as Friska who stared cynically at us all while holding her back. I did not pay attention to that precisely the arrival of my best friend became a big problem at this time.

"Please him!" Sekar's Order.

Rena and Dila behind Sekar just nodded, Sekar's sharp gaze was fixed on another man not from Rama the BEM Chairman who was in front of him.

"It's none of your business" replied Rama, replying to Sekar's delicacy and turning to me, whom I now look at in fear. Rama again pulled my wrist, about to step Rama's hand restrained because of Sekar.

Rama looked back at Sekar's hand tightly grasping Rama's arm. He also brushed it off rough. Sekar said "Urusan Mia is our business too". I never saw his real eyes and words. I love them more than any other friend.

"My relationship with Mia is not with you. Understood?"

Dila and Rena have been made frightened due to Rama's cold attitude, Rena pulled Sekar's sleeve. Precisely not for Sekar, preferring to fight rather than let go. Sekar brushed off Rena's hand, they both did not know what to do.

"What's Mia doing, huh?" Ask Sekar.

A very light question for him to answer, Rama smiled obliquely. "It's a big deal if they find out. But my position is also right so what is afraid" I said inwardly. The mind and heart fight each other until it is difficult to reject it.

Rama took off my wrist grip but instead pushed me in front of Sekar, Rena and Dila.

"Please explain before them" said Rama.

Now I can't do much, it's a very urgent situation. I lowered my head while playing both fingers of my hand. It is both my fault and my revenge for what he did yesterday.

"It's not my fault but it's her fault, she accidentally hit a hole that contains a puddle of water yesterday. What do you guys expect? all my clothes are wet because she knows." I tried to find my position that was right.

I looked at Rama's face, he just showed me that slanted smile again. If he wasn't the most important person on campus, I'd have slapped him in the face. He was even grim because he heard my words that denied and sought the truth instead of admitting my mistakes.

"Yes obviously I don't want to stay still, fortunately I know the license plate number of the car. And it turns out that the car is... " My words are cut off. Rama grabbed my wrist while convincing me that I was not wrong before them, pulling me hard and forcing me to step with him.

"Dark, Dila, Rena. Help me" I asked those who were getting away. They wanted to go after me but Friska stopped him. I could see their steps halted and turned towards Friska but, next I did not know what they were saying. I just resigned myself before the turn drowned their shadows all out of my sight.

"Rama, get me out!" I rebut while hitting his sturdy hand.

"Shut up!!!" hardik Rama to me.

I was shocked by that heavy and loud tone, a Mia would not be silent much less resigned. Constantly looking for a way to escape from his presence, at first glance an idea floated through my mind. I bit Rama's hand hard, so he was in pain.

"Awww" he then took off my hand.

As fast as lightning I blurred, running without looking back.

"Woe, don't run!!!" Shouted Rama chasing after me while holding the hand that I accidentally bit.

Sometimes I turned to see that Rama was right behind me, trying to reach me. We're like in a cartoon tom and jerry, chasing prey. The crowd of students who were in the corridor of this campus building, I snuck my body. Trying to get my body free from the crowd, pushing the students who were blocking my path. As a result I was free now I was away from the crowd, my breath was wheezing and sweat was running down my forehead. I decided to rest for a while because Rama also did not emerge from the crowded human there, both hands resting on my knees until slightly bent my body. Dunking every drop of sweat with my hand, catch your breath as much as possible to keep it relaxed. Soon Rana's voice sounded, I turned my head again and sure enough Rama had made it through the crowd. Really, this is out of my mind.

"Don't run!!!"

I stopped this break, switched to a chase. Running again and passing the turn, instantly my body was crushed by the body of someone I did not know. My body fell to the floor.

“Awww” my eras.

I looked at someone in front of me from the end of my foot until our gaze met, he smiled at me as he extended his hand. His face was fairly ordinary but there was something special about him, namely the dimple on the right cheek adds to his sweet smile doubled, for a second I was fixated on staring at his smile. He is the sweetest man I have ever met.

“Oh apparently here.” Speak a voice I know and manage to break my daydream.

I looked back and found that Rama was behind me. I was caught red-handed. He pulled my wrist forcefully, had rebelled but Rama looked at me with a glare. Horrified by the sight, the man before me undoes his intention to help me stand up. Both hands go into both pockets of pants, showing the style that santuy aka relaxed.

“Come!” the hardic.

Rama dragged me along even though I tried to hold him back. I looked at the man pleading, both eyes implying that he was a good man. Rama continued to force me but we were about to get out of the place, suddenly the hand of a man held Rama's burly hand. Rama himself was a little surprised to find the reaction of others who meddled with the affairs in his problems and myself.

“Don't be rude with chick” said the man who is now in front of me.

Our steps stopped, I looked at him amazed that he would help me. This was a dream, fascinated by her response to caring for women.

“You who? How dare to interfere in our affairs both” said Rama while looking and looking at the man.

Rama's hand came off, I stroked the wrist which could be said to be flushed red. The man's hand also took off his wrangling now Rama even approached the man in front of him. Okay, this is a bad feud for them to provoke each other's emotions and end in a fight. However, Rama will not do that because I know he is an influential person in this campus. Not carelessly also Rama will fight on this campus, his name could be stamped no good anyway.

“I Brasmasta Wiguna, Economy student. I know who you are but set a good example for the other students. You need to remember to treat women the way you treat your mother. Mentioned” Bram's message to Rama.

Rama responds with a sloping smile that so peculiarly sticks inside him, occasionally turning in the other direction.

What the hell's going on? Instead the man nodded confirming the statement of the words thrown from the mouth of Rama.

“Not that, but..” my word was cut off again because Rama dragged me from that place.

“I-ni se-mua sa-a” said I was cut into pieces due to Rama's long footsteps and I tried to compensate.

I kept looking at Bram, he just stood still in that place. The expectation he would pursue and help me but, the reality is nil. Now that no one can help me, my fate is now in the hands of stubborn and cold men. I exhaled heavily, lowering my head. I saw other students staring cynically, this is something that can not be obtained from anyone to be treated like this by a familiar person on campus.

There was not a word that came out between me and him during the journey to the parking lot, only the compulsion that was obtained if released then caught again.

Actually my current position is right but why does it all feel like I am the most guilty. On the side of the parking lot, Rama took off my grip. I already know how the fateful condition of his car which turns out the culprit is Rama, rivaling his car filled with garbage. Not forgetting my beautiful writing carved on the hood of the car belonging to the man stone and cold, considering the events of yesterday. My fear turned into laughter, I laughed out loud while holding my stomach. The expression on Rama's face instantly turned flat, maybe he felt irritated. That's what I wanted, my laughter faded more and more and more stopped. My face turned flat like what he showed me. I approached him, contending that I was right now challenging this injustice.

"What do you want?" my words before him slightly raised his head to be able to look at the face of Rama.

Rama brought his face closer, I was surprised. I rewinded the distance between my face and his, staring at both of his eyeballs.

"Rama" said Bimo not far from us.

"I want you to." he said cut because another man called Rama, maybe the man knew and was close to Rama. We both turned to Bimo, Rama approached Bimo.

"Why so long? It was an angry builder asked for his letter" said Bimo but momentarily silent to see me, Rama also saw me and turned to Bimo again.

"Isn't Friska your boyfriend?" ask Bimo. I heard their conversation.

"That problem is not your problem either, I still have business with that irresponsible woman" Rama said.

My emotions were provoked by Rama's annoying words.

"God. Why is your car Rama?" ask her once again after seeing Rama's dirty car.

"He's the culprit" pointed Rama.

"It wasn't me, but he started it first!" my bully doesn't accept that he's trying to blame me continuously.

"I leave this letter, after my affair with the woman is over. I followed" Rama said as he gave the letter, not knowing what letter was clearly none of my business.

Bimo nodded his head just holding the letter then passed by leaving the two of us, after everything was sorted out between Bimo and Rama. He came up to me, grabbed my wrist. Dragging me again.

"What the hell? Leasin!!!" my hardik in front of Rama.

"OK, okay I take your hand off" said Rama as he raised both hands.

I looked at Rama's face so closely that my mood was unfriendly. But Rama did not oppress me. To set my foot, Rama's hand blocked my path.

"Our business is not finished" Rama warned me. Our faces stared at each other, not at each other's likes but at each other's hate.

"What's not done? It's all fair. You got the consequences because you're the one who did it yesterday. Don't start if you don't want to be like this. Then why are you angry?" I asked while crossing and dealing with him.

He lowered his hand, put it back in his pants pocket. Then faced with me, Rama wanted to talk but I stopped him.

"Wait, wait. If you were like me, what would you do? hmm at most just keep quiet" my kekeh.

Rama didn't touch all my talk. Suddenly Rama grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his car, I kept fighting. He kept trying to get me inside with his coercion, putting a seatbelt so strong. Closing the door hard, the little and index fingers form the letter V from pointing towards his eyes to the direction of my eyes as he turns to the driver's seat.

"Please open the door!"

Rama was sitting next to me, he still ignored me. I kept banging on the windshield of his car, he felt unperturbed. Increasingly left finally Rama furious with the behavior of Mia.

“Shut!!!” The hardship.

I was shocked, then shut up. Rama drives his car and leaves the campus. My mind kept guessing where I was going. During the trip not a word was spoken from our lips, then Rama's cell phone rang. Rama kept looking around for where his phone kept ringing, he just remembered that his phone was in the bag and placed in the back seat. Kota Street is so jammed will be a vehicle that squeezes Rama's car so that Rama was difficult to move to the side of the road to take his cellphone. Not only that, Rama wanted to quickly get off this highway because he saw the condition of his car is very bad. A pair of eyes occasionally looked at her car, I felt it myself.

“This is all because of you” said Rama while bringing his face closer to me.

“Well, it's not you who started hah!” my soldiers and return.

It could be said our faces stayed a few inches to stick together. Instead of focusing on Rama's cell phone that kept ringing but they were instead arguing something that no one wanted to lower his ego. Once stopped for a moment, Rama's cell phone rang again. Realizing that, we kept our faces away. Rama focused on a path that only moved slowly like a snail but sometimes stopped for so long. I looked at the buskers busking in our car, they were children and from the look of their faces they were like brothers. His clothes are tangled, dirty and torn to the hair that is not neatly arranged. In my mind was tapped with pity to see conditions like this, under the hot sun with the capital of junk goods that are conjured into musical instruments and makes it so that it is really needed by them. Rama kept trying to get his bag but it didn't work either. For a moment I saw Rama's behavior like that, he was fixated I looked at him.

“If you want to ask for help yes just talk, so it would be difficult myself” taunted me while reaching for Rama's bag and took a cellphone that had continued to ring non-stop. Like the chirping of birds in the morning is good to hear but it is very disturbing. After I reached for it, it displayed a phone screen that read “My Honey”. Maybe they are destined to meet the character of the alay and lebay, still grateful honey if until papa mama. I will laugh in front of Rama. Rama grabbed his phone from my hand violently, and pressed a button. Then take a call.