My Hamster Heart's

Flashpoint

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Even in half his brain that keeps thinking about the poet, the, betawi girl who will soon be seventeen years old is still continuing her activities and one task that she must complete is to immediately deposit the names of the committee that Jorse has requested.

"Fixes. I don't have any other choice. The Keshya must be entered into the committee. I don't have time for it to go back to the person and tomorrow I'll give you the names." said Alya staring at a paper he had written with the composition of the committee.

Suddenly the door of her room was knocked by someone and Alya responded from within.

"Lake in!" she screamed and the door was opened by a tall poster man and the man immediately sat on the edge of Alya's bed.

"Bang, man,"

"Al, what are you doing?"

"Gue again dizzy Bang." he said riled while turning to the man he called the brother.

"Occasionally an osis, I was appointed as the chairman of the committee" he replied with a tired face.

"Cie, I'm the chairman of the committee. Beware of modusin the same head of the osisnya, you know." ledek his brother.

"Ih, Bang Rano what the hell?" said evasive.

"And I said watch out, Al. I also used to have SMA, know which mode is not. Oh yes, I saw, the photo in Abel's post, you photo three well the other one who? lo's friend?"

"Yes Bang. His name is Keshya, the new student. He just got in. Why is it Bang?"

"Somewhat a beauty I see. Salute from me yes." said Rano with both eyebrows raised several times while putting up a smile as if asking Alya to convey his heart that was either joking or not.

"What the hell is that? College boy dating high school boy, my age again." ketus Alya.

"Why did it come? Who knows if it's welcome, right? Any time, he wants to be with me, don't you want him to be your brother-in-law?"

"Bring his mind off in the distance ah. Udah, I want to sleep." Alya reply memelas.

"Iye-iye, but salamin ya." said Rano then out of his youngest brother's room. 

And when he was about to sleep, his phone rang and he immediately saw the phone he kept on his bedside. There was a call coming in from Abel and Alya held the flattened object to his ear after wiping the green symbol displayed on his screen.

"Why Bel?"

"Al, I've got info about the mysterious author lo" said Abel from across and managed to make Alya jerked then rise to sleep and prefer a sitting position.

"Who?" alya asked trying to sharpen her hearing.

"It turns out that the poem's a child of class XII Al,"

"XII Languages? XII What language?" it means from what language class because there are four classes of twelve languages.

"Well, that's him I don't know yet Al." implied a tone of regret at the end of Abel's sentence.

"Lo know his name?"

"So. I only get that info but right if the class XII Language whose first letter is D, many also yes, Al?"

"Yes anyway. Yaudah, it's okay it could be a clue for us. Okay, thanks Bel."

"okay Al. Yaudah, I want a shanty bobo if so. Bye Al." reply Abel and the phone line is connected from across. Alya recalled the moment she heard the conversation behind the canteen wall.

"That means the possibility that was sitting behind that group of twelve-language grade boys." murmured Alya.

"But who is it? I can't see the guy anymore." Alya.

Another thing as if to make the beautiful girl curious was, when she brought the poem, there was one vibration that managed to be connected from the author to his heart whether the connection what his name is even he felt that the poem lived with the meaning that was directly stuck in the field of his heart and now slowly began to take root.

Alya was sure that the sensitive spot in her heart was still sensitive to the evidence, though, it bewitches with neatly arranged words stringing together into a meaning that when read with a feeling then there seems to be life from each line. It seems, he wants to immediately meet with the author and ask how he can write with such a deep when the language used is also not too poetic but he understands for sure the author has his own reasons.

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Alya seemed to daydream from the motor park without being accompanied by Abel who had departed first, walking through the corridor and because he daydreamed it, Abel was, he accidentally hit something and then he woke up from his daydream.

"Eh, I'm sorry, sister." said Alya apologized to someone in front of him who he knew for sure that the guy was his upperclassman.

"Yes, it's okay. Next time don't daydream." reply the high-poster guy with a smile.

"Yes Brother." Reply Alya noticed the badge located on the right side of the owner's chest that reads the name of the man even though he already knows the guy even though he does not know too well because he only knows the name of the man who stands right in front of.

Devan Juan Novel's.

Him, Alya!

"Yaudah Brother, I'm sorry first." he said then raised his face and left Devan who stood by. Alya felt a strange thing, unlike usual he used the word "me" to call himself, usually also directly "gue" but somehow, he felt his lips were unable to pronounce the word "gue" and change into that "me. He understood that when he used my word, he, it means that he is dealing with someone he cannot think of as fooling around even he can count how many times the use of my word as long as he starts to get to know the talk. When talking to his parents alone he referred to himself as "Aye [the Betawi language means I]" although it has the same meaning but as he remembers it rarely. Ah, mostly "gue" anyway!

He deliberately did not go to class first but went straight to the sausage room to meet Jorse because he believed the masculine man must have been in the osis room rather than in his own class.

And his guess was right when he knocked on the door and there was the voice of the man who told him to come in.

"Sir Jorse," said Alya who saw Jorse sitting on the chair facing his laptop.

Jorse turned his head and raised his face towards Alya who was standing awkwardly behind the door.

"Alya, yes, what's wrong?"

"This is Brother, I want to give the names of the panitianya requested Kak." he said handed a white paper he held towards Jorse who walked and now stood perfectly in front of him.

"Oh yes Al." he took the paper back and read the contents.

"Valerie Keshya Ramadhani? Wh who? The new kid?" asked the head of the sausage without lifting his face from the paper.

"Yes Kak, is it okay if Si Keshya is entered into the committee?" alya reply sent a question to Jorse who was now looking back at his face.

"It's okay. It is good to be more familiar with the atmosphere of our school. Your job is to embrace all of your people to stay solid until the end of the activity."

"Yes Brother."

"OKAY. After this, I'll make sure the SK committee is out."

"Sip Brother. If I say so, brother. Go to class. Excuse me." said Alya and the guy just nodded.

But when Alya was about to turn his body to open the door, from the outside, the door was like someone wanted to enter because it was open from the outside, and the figure he met in the corridor was now in front of him. Devan.

Devan smiles and Alya, but only for a second they look at each other because the next second his gaze is fixed on Jorse. Alya slowed down her steps intending to find out what the two guys would talk about who could be categorized as handsome students at the school.

"There was. Why take it again? it's been good on the mading too." tapped Jorse.

Alya heard it intently and now the obvious point started to be the answer to her question for a few days now. A poem? The mading? D's? and Devan? It fits!

Like a puzzle piece that found a match and everything is now read already.

Just a few seconds he locked his steps before deciding to leave the isa room with an answer and make his heart happy to know who the mysterious author was.

"Why didn't I ever think that there was Kak Devan in XII Language class? So he's the author?" he said in his heart.

As he has emphasized that he will dig deeper information about the poem written by the glasses-haired boy.

"That, my friends are taking my poetry and being given it to the osis." continued Devan.

"Nothing times displayed in the same mading children." said Jorse again sitting in his chair. Devan thus pulled the chair until his sitting position faced with Jorse.

"Yes that's not it, all this time I'm writing yes only for personal consumption only and there is no intention to make dimadingin."

"But I swear, your poetry makes children melt. What I heard was bro!" jorse smiled.

Devan shook his hand. "Ah, not ah. Let's just say that mading never plastered poetry from me." reply Devan as indifferent.

"He he he, pity mading I'm not a virgin anymore. He he - he." Ledek Jorse accompanied by a laugh that managed to make Devan shake his head.

"Ah, lo, it's starting again."

"So you still want to keep your feelings on him?"

"Udah ah, I'm lazy to talk to lo Jo. Uh, go to class there." Devan said then turned his body and left the sausage room.

As a twelve-year-old, Jorse and Devan must have known each other even though they were not very familiar but their friendship was quite good.

Devan himself is a calm, calm personal figure, he often spends his time writing. Either write poetry, or pieces of rhyme.

This wave-haired and bespectacled man always seems to be engrossed in his agenda book and pen. He wrote something there and there was absolutely no intention to publish what he wrote yes, as he said, personal consumption was enough for him.

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Keshya and Abel noticed the oddity reflected by Alya's face that had unceasingly spread a smile ever since he stepped into the classroom.

And feeling strangely noticed, he frowned and slowly faded his smile and looked at the two.

"Why do you two see me like that?" Alya asked and put her bag on the bench.

"Are you okay, Alya?" ask Keshya.

"Gu-gue, all right. What was? Ah, you're both weird, ah!" exclaimed Alya chose to sit and not rivaling the two friends.

Now Keshya's eyes are united with Abel's eyes and compactly distribute the shoulders of each sign of wonder with Alya's behavior this morning because he is not usually smiling himself. Trying to pry more info about the change in attitude of his best friend, Abel stops when he sees the girl take her backpack out of the desk drawer and reach for something and Abel gets curious when Alya pulls out the android phone from inside and starts typing something there.

Abel brought his face closer to the phone but was immediately blocked by Alya who seemed to know that the friend was kepo with what he did to the flat object.

Alya looked seriously at her smartphone screen and restricted Abel's access to know what she was doing.

Alya enjoyed her solitude and did not intend to give the slightest chance to her two friends who now can only pay attention to her tangent maybe for Keshya who did not really know how Alya behaved that morning but for Abel, who was now able to pay attention to her, it's a very strange thing if this early Alya starts fiddling with his phone and seems serious about it.

"Lo's in love again, Al?" abel asked carefully with the words he said. Alya turned to him with astonished eyes.

"You mean?"

"Tumben really want to see the morning phone" said Abel.

Realizing that he had done something unusual, he immediately refuted by hastily putting his phone in his bag.

"It's important that I see Cape." he said while forcing his lips to raise the curve and lucky Mr. Imbran quickly entered and diverted all attention, especially Alya who was lucky because the presence of Mr. Imbran to start the lesson will shift Abel's focus to ask more questions proceeding.

In his heart, though, he was grateful to know who the author of the mysterious poem was and wanted to quickly dig deeper into the meaning of the poem in fact to closely match whether the meaning he interpreted was the same as the meaning of the author write the poem or not.

"Devan Juan Novel."

That was the name he was mentioning in his heart. Trying to call the owner a name that might now be in his class but after all the meeting points he managed to get, Alya dissolved in his mood. It was as if the subject matter presented by Mr. Imbran was unable to get in his brain because he was thinking about other items that he thought were better able to make him feel flying into the clouds than hearing the lesson.

Yes, his body is in the classroom, sitting sweetly while raising his eyes towards the blackboard filled with graffiti Mr. Imbran taught history but his mind is not. His mind went to that guy.

The lesson was stopped for a moment when the classroom door was knocked by someone.

"Lake in!" Said Mr. Imbran invite in.

All eyes were on the figure behind the door who was now entering their class including Alya glanced at him and the guy was Devan. Alya was surprised to see the guy who was running around in his mind was now in front of him even though the view of the guy was not entirely fixed on him who was sitting on the front row of the bench.

In his hand, the guy was holding some rather thick printed books and now the wave-haired guy was facing Mr. Imbran.

"Sorry sir, I was told by Ms. Irma to give this book to you" he said and handed the book to Mr. Imbran.

"Oh yes, thank you." replied Mr. Imbran and received the book.

"Okay sir, excuse me first" Devan said turning to the door but as he was about to turn around, unintentionally his eyes glanced at Alya who seemed to be hypnotized at every inch of his body movements let alone the guy had curled a little smile at him before his gaze was perfect towards the door and disappeared in the next second.

If the gaze was like a stream of electricity, maybe at that moment he had been shocked and shuddered by his attack but God is all right, he was fine but deep in the bottom of his heart, he was chaotic. Chaos tidied his heart that seemed to be bitten by the manic gaze of black eyes belonging to the man.

What's the matter? Am I not falling in love?

The question seemed to really need an answer but at a time like now, he did not know where to look for answers.

Can anyone deduce Alya's current feelings?

Maybe, you?!!

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Alya why is it?

Does anyone know the answer?

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TBC 😙