My Hamster Heart's

Both Day

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After the last hour of class ended, all the students scrambled out of the class just like the ants that came out of the sack of rice but kept on going.

"Eh, right you guys don't want to be with me behind it?" asked Keshya who walked in parallel with Alya and Abel.

"Son Key. Anyway I want to go to my aunt's house in Bekasi." Abel.

"Al?" keshya asked if the girl wanted to be escorted home by him or not.

"So Key, our house is not in the same direction. I still have business to deal with."

"Yaudah, I'll go back first."

"Yes Key, be careful." Abel cried and Keshya waved his hand to the two friends after getting into his car.

"Al, I'll go back first. Go to Bekasi for that."

"okay Bel. Be careful."

"Sip. Dadah.." said Abel and immediately boarded the angkot which happened to pass and headed to Bekasi although he had to be twice more later.

And now Alya waiting alone at the school stop is not waiting for what, but it could be waiting for an angkot but if waiting for a transport car, why are there some angkot who came to him who also headed towards his house, he refused to go up?

If there are beautiful eyes, maybe one of them can be addressed to Devan, the sweet tea enthusiast man also looks so perfect with both eyes decorated with thick eyebrows framed with a round lensed glasses, a sharp nose, bright white skin, and, high posture and long wave hair that left it deliberately to add to the aura of good looks.

Devan Juan Novel, the perfect work of the creator.

More or less so chirps of women who secretly admire the man even the charm of the man did not diminish in any condition but unfortunately, the charm of the man, when many women who have been waiting in line to register themselves become her lover, the man is very choosy in any business including romance. The beautiful girl who was so persimmon on him, he refused without any consideration.

Handsome people so many times yes, like to be choosy!

Want to find something like what else? Less beautiful what am I, try?

And there are still many more comments that were aired on him when many hearts he set aside. I don't know, Devan seems only interested in books and pens that he always carries wherever he travels.

When the hot sun was scorching stabbing the crowns, Alya seemed to be sitting at the front stop of the school waiting for the angkot who never came even though the school was very quiet. Keshya and Abel had returned home more than two hours ago and the students and teachers were no longer in the school area and continued to hope that the passenger transport car would arrived but in fact it was an hour and a half he waited was fateful because understandably the road in front of the school Alya is a quiet street from the hustle and bustle of motor vehicles and when passing the clock home, when passing by, angkot or whatever will no longer pass. Book an online motorcycle? It could be but how the phone is lowbet total and one word is just to wait somehow if you choose to walk too far to go to the public road. Ah, crap!

Apparently, Alya is not alone because there is still Devan but unfortunately the man uses a motorbike and pulls away when he sees Alya sitting restlessly at the stop.

"Alya, haven't come home yet?" devan asked as he opened the helmet he was wearing and put it on the right handlebar.

"Be-yet Kak, again waiting for angkot." Alya replied a little smile. Devan never answered, he instead glanced at the clock that was circular on his right wrist and then he turned to look at Alya.

"At this hour Al, angkot can't pass anymore."

"I-iya the Kak. Oh, yes brother, can I borrow a phone for online ojek messages? my phone's dead." he's still sitting.

"Sorry Al, my phone's dead too." Reply Devan on his bike. Alya looks disappointed because the man's phone is also dying just like his.

"Or gini, let me take you home. Where's your address?" tanya Devan tried to offer help. Alya was jolted by the man's offer.

"If you want to wait until the afternoon angkot will also not come, want to go ahead also far Al. So, let me just take you home." she said again and Alya still thought to accept the man's offer.

"Fear of taking nicotine, brother."

"Not Al. Yuk, I happened to have two helmets. Nih, you wear it." Devan said then removed the helmet from his motorbike which he put in the front of his seat. Having no other choice, Alya got up from her seat and accepted the helmet and put it on.

"But Al," Devan said before Alya prepared to board.

"What's up, brother?"

"Before you get home, can we stop by to eat at the place for a while? I'm hungry, I haven't eaten, the cafeteria is closed. It's okay, right?" devan said with a look that the shelf can be covered again with hunger.

"It's okay, brother. But if you want, you can eat at Nyak aja's food stall." Alya offered a solution. Devan tangents to who Alya meant. Catching the implied confusion from the face of the man with the thick eyebrows, Alya immediately regained her senses and explained.

"I mean, you can eat at my mom's stall because you happen to have a small rice stall Kak. Guaranteed to be delicious and cheap Kak, clean and halal again." explained Alya like a salesman who is promoting food let alone his mother's merchandise. He he he...

Uduk Rice? Mammy? Alyas? It doesn't hurt to try.

"Jude, yuk ride." reply Devan while putting his helmet back on and Alya get ready to ride the handsome man's matic motorbike and a second later the motorbike then drove away from Tunas Muda High School stop to then split the streets of the capital.

Not long after, the two of them arrived at a green house in front of the house there was a small rice shop.

"Come, sister, stop by first" said Alya after successfully getting off his motorcycle while removing the helmet that wrapped his head. Devan agreed and removed the helmet from his head and walked a little after the girl.

"Assalamualaikum, Nyak," said Alya approached his mother at the storefront and kissed her mother's hand.

"Waalaikumsalam, you just got home this time Al?"

"Yes" she replied, then pulled her face back.

"Assalamualaikum, Auntie," said the boy did the same thing Alya did. Jamilah, tangent and astonished because there is a man beside his son who kissed his hands just to show courtesy.

"Waalaikumsalam Nak," replied Jamilah slightly smiling as he in his heart threw the question: who the hell is my son carrying?

Seeing her mother's astonished behavior, Alya immediately explained that Jamilah did not mistake her.

"This is my upperclassman Ayak. Which has brought Aye" he said. Jamilah smiles at Devan who is also smiling while bowing his body.

"I'm Devan, Aunt."

"Yaoloh, don't call a aunt. Aye kecakepan if called aunty. Call Nyak aja ya." said Jamilah with a smile.

"Oh, yes Auntie, uh, I mean Nyak" he said a bit stiff because he was not used to calling someone with that name.

"Nepak, make rice sit one dong ya."

"Yaudah, take a seat" said Jamilah then Alya brought Devan sitting on one row of empty benches until the position of the two facing the middle of the bench table.

"Well, is it okay if you eat in the day?" ask Alya sunggan.

"Nyantai aja Al's. Once wanting to try the rice first sat still how it feels anyway." reply Devan with a smile.

"So this is my family's rice stall Sis." explained Alya. Devan observed the details of the stall and nodded slowly.

"Nothing, the name is also Al's small business."

"Oh, yeah, what are you doing not come home yet?"

"From Kak's class, is it Brother?"

"Oh, me? Ordinary, write first." he said smiling.

Then came Jamilah carrying a tray of two dishes of rice and two glasses of sweet iced tea.

"Nih, eat first and talk again." exclaimed Jamilah while putting the food and drinks on the table.

"Yes to Him."

"Thank you Nyak," said Devan seems to have been fluent in saying the word. Sap.

"Eat first ye, Nyak stay behind first."

"Yes Nyak." Devan replied.

"Eat Brother."

"Yes Al." said Devan then close the plate and take a spoon of rice and put it in his mouth and chewed and in his tongue as a struggle over the taste of the food.

"Back, Al. I like it." said Devan after successfully concluding the taste and smiling and then greedy eating again like no dizzy what Alya's response.

"Alhamdulillah, if Brother Devan likes." reply Alya smiled to pay attention to the man's voracious way of eating and made Alya think that there is no perfect man on earth proof Devan was greedy to eat it, even though from his appearance it looks like a person being, but he still has a side that not many people know that Devan if eating at all far from his impression of elegance but he still attractive in any situation.

"Sister likes to write, right?" alya asked after Devan enough to finish half the plate.

"Eh, I'm sorry Al, I ate it like this. I never eat food like this. It's really nice, Al."

"Yes Brother. It'sit's okay. Just say if I'm the same, brother." said Alya using my word.

"What did you think Al was?" tanya Devan sipped a sweet iced tea with a straw.

"Son Devan, you like to write?"

"Yes Al. The bias is only to fill time even though it is not very good" he said smiling.

"But good, brother. Poetry that was written a few days ago is a lot of people like. It means so much Kak, especially I would like the same literature, like novels, poetry also Kak." he said and bribed a spoon of rice in his mouth.

The guy smiled.

"And I wrote it too. At all I'm the origin of writing just don't even think that it's actually so." said the guy. "I wrote yes based on how I felt" he continued, holding up the handle of his round glasses and the girl just nodded trying to understand what he was saying.

Staring at the bead of the girl's eyes deeply while smiling and replying to Alya with the same gaze as well as sending what was hidden and I don't know, Alya made him restless then the next second, as well, the look was broken because Devan blinked his eyes and continued his eating. Alya had groggy made thick-browed guy.

"Al, I'm sorry to bother you." Devan said after eating.

"So, sister. Even I should be thanking my brother because I've brought you home first."

"Oh yeah, where's your mom? I'll pay."

Without being summoned, Jamilah emerged from the kitchen while carrying a jar filled with crackers.

"Have you finished eating?" said Jamilah while putting the jar in the storefront.

"Udah Nyak's. Oh yeah, how many in total?" devan asked as he pulled out his wallet from the back pocket of his gray uniform pants.

"Eh, no. No need to pay. You just go home."

"But Nyak,"

"So, no need to buts. Oh yeah, again your name? Forgot me." said Jamila while twitching her forehead for a moment.

"Devan, Nyak."

"Oh, is it in front of ye?"

"Devan Nyak opens Front. V is not P. If the P is Front, already like Front Back dong. He he." sambar Alya. Devan smiles.

"Yes, understand aje, the Betawi tongue is difficult to speak V."

"Yes, it's okay. Adapted aja important do not kayak Alya said, Front Rear. Ha ha ha," Devan chimed in with a laugh and was followed by Alya and Jamilah. He tried to dissolve in the girl's family and felt an incredible warmth even in simplicity.

"Yaudah then Nyak, I say yes first. Assalamualaikum," said Devan salim to Jamilah.

"Waalaikumsalam, be careful. Don't speed it up." said Jamilah.

Devan then pulled his body and out of the stall accompanied by Alya to his motorbike parked right in front of the stall.

"Sister, thanks again." Alya replies when the guy has ridden his bike and is wearing a helmet.

"Don't thank me, ah Al. It's also not much. Yaudah, I'll say goodbye first, see you tomorrow at school." Devan said getting ready to start the bike.

"Yes Brother. Be careful." Alya greeted a smile from the guy and went forward with the bike until the girl could only see the guy's back and disappeared.

"Are you Al's friends?" ask Jamilah when Alya re-enters the stall.

"Apaan the Nyak. No, he's aye senior at school."

"Well, just answer honestly I'm not mad at you."

"Temen aye aja Nyak. Ih, Nyak, do not believe very much the same child himself." said Alya then stepped up to leave Jamilah at the stall and walked into his house.

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What's more dangerous than a bomb? Maybe the answer is feelings. Especially feelings that have been long harbored. I don't know how it all started but it is clear that there is indeed a hidden that not many people know your name if the heart alone can keep it without anyone else knowing, the tongue can hold what it feels.

Arriving Devan in his bedroom which is quite large with a capacity of three to four people in one room, equipped with a big size bed, bathroom inside, bathroom, two quality wooden cabinets and several tables on which lies a complete computer a printing machine of its own, there is also a typewriter that is often used for writing, he said, the man threw his body on the mattress after he removed the jeans he was wearing and unbuttoned the top two of his white uniform and opted for a casual tuk while charging his cellphone battery with an existing power bank on the bed and then fiddling with the phone.

He opened the gallery menu on his phone and saw photos that he took were photos of Alya sitting waiting at the school stop just now somehow he photographed from a distance so that Alya does not know that someone took a picture of her secretly while Alya sat there and he smiled amusedly himself.

Actually without the need to be paparazzi and candid, actually all want to be photographed the same guy but the sensation he got when photographing the girl named Alya Wicaksana is different.

Then everything is like spinning in his memory when it can be as dirty as Alya, eating alone with Alya, and then, chat together and it feels like he wants to repeat the moment again considering this is his closest interaction with the girl as long as he goes to school in the same place as her.

Does the guy have something he's hiding to the girl?

Call it taste, love or love maybe?

Because there is no way that someone would take a picture of someone secretly and look at him with his own smile.

This is the most beautiful day of my life.

I don't know.

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Can anyone guess where this story is going?

He He He...

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TB