Ms. Dorky

A Broken Heart

Baras' hand squeezed tightly into the glass glass as tears melted down his cheek, his body shaking violently watching the most painful scene not far from where he stood.

Goslings.

Guys who a few years ago said a promise with Laras betrothed they are now kissing the lips of a foreign girl. The heart of Laras was very painful, as if sliced by a sharp knife. Not strong to see the scene Baras then turned back and ran towards the exit. It was the first time that Laras had followed Manda and Amel's invitation to the club, but his first experience led him to a painful fact.

Angga, his fiancee, is having an affair behind Laras.

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Laras had stopped sobbing for half an hour and he was now sitting on a long bench in the city park. Laras's face looked down at meyu bright yellow shoes that actually did not match her red shirt. The yellow shoes that Manda always wanted to throw in the trash.

“Bikin eye pain know? Your shoes are like complex mothers again debate ending bond of love!” ketus Manda every time he saw Laras was so keen to wear the yellow shoes wherever he went. But Laras didn't care, the shoe was the first shoe he bought from saving three months of part-time pay at the cafe.

Unknowingly Laras' lips revealed a small smile, Manda must be looking for him, since then Laras had no intention to check his mobile phone that continues to vibrate since he left the club. Laras' smile disappeared as soon as he saw someone's hand thrusting a blue handkerchief. Laras looked up, for a few seconds he was staring at the figure of a man from behind a black hoodie was staring at him. The barrel swallowed drool in awe, the handsome guy with a firm face line and thick eyebrows, just that a piercing in the eyebrows gave the impression of urination from the look of his face.

“There are two possibilities for girls who cry at midnight like gini. Kuntilanak or crazy. You belong to manas?” The heavy tone of the man made the feeling of admiration Laras crumpled and changed misgivings. “Ngak ngacuhin the hand of the man the law of hell loh” he continued insinuating Laras because it looks not intend to take a handkerchief from him.

“You...who?” tanya Laras was nervous, strange, because instead of going to Laras even looked back at the guy fixedly. The barrel is like being bewitched to its charm.

“Valdano. You can call me Dano. I saw you cry, so I am samperin. But you don't even accept my handkerchief”

“Makasih” said Laras slowly but still did not take that handkerchief. Don't blame Laras, he's just being cautious. What if it turns out that there's an anesthetic on the handkerchief like a soap opera scene? Then when Laras used the handkerchief, he fainted, and when he realized his kidneys were no longer there. Laras shuddered in horror instantly taking some distance between himself and Dano.

“You why cry?”

“No papa” replied Laras quickly wanted to give the impression that he did not want to chat with Dano.

“The girl is weird huh. Asked why not answer papa, but again there is something” reply Dano kalem. Laras frowns, but does not reply to Dano's words, for Laras for Dano's foreign size is too chatty and want to know other people's business. “You never did, midnight gini tambahan on top of mapolda tile?”

Laras is dumb. Is this a joke? batin Laras even more worried. Had the joke come out of Manda's mouth, Laras might have laughed. But now that Laras was in a situation where his humorous nerves had suddenly just died, therefore without answering Dano's question, Laras chose to stand up to step away.

“Laras!”

Laras steps immediately stopped, he turned back shocked to hear Dano calling his name. Does Dano know him?

Dano stood close to Laras, he did not look awkward at all, in contrast to Laras who actually stood stiff, Dano's gaze made the performance of Laras' motor cells die for a moment, even though Dano's hand was raised up and pulled a slow hair tie, she could only fall silent like a fool.

“I keep your hair tie. You are more beautiful if her hair is removed like a gini. See you soon Laras.” Dano stuffed a hairband into her hoodie pocket. Dano's smile expands then without saying anything Dano steps away past Laras.

Drrt…

The vibrating sound of the phone made Laras aware, there was an incoming call from Manda. The girl nagged making Laras grimace.

[Gue's there now. Don't go anywhere! You almost got me a heart attack!] manda shouted shut off the phone right after Laras told him where he was.

Suddenly Laras remembered Dano, he opened google and searched for something. “Santet by hair tie…..No way, right, I was stuck? Foolish I told him to take my hair tie” muttered Laras frantically scrolling the screen of the phone, and when he did not find what he was worried Laras immediately sighed.

The night wind blows slowly making the hair strands Laras down on the face. Laras turned to look for Dano's figure if the guy was still there. However, even though Laras was looking for him until the end of the park, Dano was no longer there.

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“Crazy! I'm you, I broke up. That bastard! Look out when I see you, I'm not! So a real jerk, lips can't be schooled, nyosor there, nyosor here.”

Baras grimaced to hear Amel's scolding, the girl's face buckled a sign that from today Angga will become her mortal enemy. Laras could not imagine how cynical Amel would be when he met Angga.

“Tau tuh, the bastard. Look out, I cut it out” added Manda follow sebal.

“Udah-already, I tell you guys let you know if for a while I want to avoid Mas Angga”

“Mas-mas! Doesn't fit him into your mas. Just drop!” grunts Amel emotions.

“I also want so Mel. But you know, complicated business if the same big family”

“Yes anyhow you want to be betrothed. You should have run away”

“Not so easy as Mel. If I run away, there is no way I can now sit here and confide in you guys” replied Weakly.

Laras comes from Surabaya, in a village a little away from the sparkling center of Surabaya. The twenty-year-old is a prospective final semester student at a private Jakarta campus. Laras is not from a noble family, but his father is the owner of several hectares of rice fields and cow pen in the village, therefore Laras was lucky enough to get an education until college level, and he was able to do his job, although some percent of the tuition is paid by outstanding student scholarships, but for the cost of living Laras does not feel short.

Since he was in high school Angga attended school in America, but somehow he suddenly returned to Indonesia and received his engagement with Laras. In their first meeting Angga gave a pleasant impression, he was kind and polite, and so on, making Laras think there is no reason to refuse the match. Even Laras can give an assessment of one thousand out of one hundred for Angga's patience when he first taught Laras about the ins and outs of Jakarta.

For Laras Angga is everything.

But that was before.

Everything changed overnight. Angga managed to smash Laras to pieces, making Laras feel disgusted, even to just greet the guy.

“Am I that bad? Until Mas Angga has the same me?”

“Lu ain't ugly Ra, you're sweet. Just need renewal in terms of picky clothes aj” ceplos Amel directly hit by Manda elbow.

“I don't really understand how to choose Mel clothes, if I think comfortable and polite, yaudah I wear it”

“Loh there will be me here as your advisor.”

The barrel immediately shook loudly. “Ngak Mel, thanks. I'm mending wearing a sack t-shirt instead of coming with your style.”

Amel snorted pinching Laras. Amel's style of dress does tend to be quite eccentric. His madness in metal music makes the girl no matter how much piercing, tattoos, or strange t-shirts that he always wears every day to campus. Even Amel often becomes the months of pancasila lecturers who feel disturbed by Amel's ripped jeans.

“Ke class yuk” invite Laras glance at the watch. They walked down the main corridor of the campus which was always crowded at lunchtime.

“Duck aja ngantri” ketus Amel when a guy cut the queue to enter the elevator. “Ih, want me to tonjok” snort Amel was upset when the guy smiled coolly.

“Udah Mel, don't be mostly grumpy. Ntar so bengkoang loh” reprimand Manda as usual to be a damper Amel's emotions are always overflowing.

“What does it have to do?”

Manda and Laras both laughed. “Cowok lu” match Manda pointed Angga from a distance.

Barrel turned away, his expression instantly turning unpleasant. He hurriedly moved next to Amel, Amel's slightly larger posture making Angga would not see him. Laras very much hopes that Angga will not say hello, because Laras is still not ready to meet or mince words with the jerk.

“Get the stairs aja yuk” invite Manda to take the initiative to pull Laras escape from Angga right before the guy saw them.

“You till when do we run away kayak gini?” asked Amel ngosan set foot on the third floor stairs. “This is good for its class on the third floor. Try if on the ninth floor, what is not as neat as us?”

“I'm sorry I did, so ngerepotin y'all gini” said Laras was not feeling well.

Amel shook his head, taking a deep breath as he opened the door of the emergency stairs. “Just you have to break up with Angga. Big family affairs justin later.” 

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At five o'clock in the afternoon the new barrel is completed from all campus activities. After putting the file report on the use of funds in the choir secretariat room, Laras stepped out.

“Honey!”

Laras flinched without permission Angga grabbed his shoulders from behind.

“Where are you going? I was looking for it from earlier. Chat I'm not reply”

“I did not have time to turn on mobile” said Laras brushed off Angga's hand slowly. He took a little distance between them. Seeing Angga now makes the disgust of Laras back. The guy smiling in front of him is the guy who kissed his cheating at the club last night.

“You were yesterday where?”

“Club. Together the kids” Angga replied casually. Baras nodded, not asking anymore. “Yuk, I anterin rumail”

“You're not practicing futsal?”

“Still long. I want to get my girl home first. What if my girl gets kidnapped on the street? Isn't that crazy of me?”

Lies. Fucking liar. Baras forced himself to smile, he got into the car.

“I have something for you.” Angga took a pack from behind and put it on Laras' lap. “This time of wriggling I feel it is suitable for you. Here I put up.”

Laras looked at the sun necklace on his neck with a raging feeling. He hated Angga, but part of his heart was worried. Should he let his love go?