My Lovely Busybody Girl's
13 - What Class?
The atmosphere of the canteen was very crowded, dozens of students who were traveling around the large canteen made the situation increasingly visible. At the corner table far from the entrance, three men and two women were chatting lightly.
It has been more than a week since the rare incident Arka greeted Shaila, the news had become hot news and even became a debate on the homepage of their school for a while.
Fortunately, Arka and her friends never opened the site so she did not have to worry about the response of others, he said, although he often heard about the often fabricated news posted by students who were shocked by the incident but he never seriously responded.
During that time also Shaila and Mela always spend their rest time with Arka, Reyhan and Zaki who have finished with their punishment always enliven the atmosphere with their jokes, like today.
“Anjir well, when I was going to go to Indoapril trus kayak ordinary tuh mbak-mbaknya ngapin malem, fitting I want to pay even offered to buy pulses, well I said if I want a number I ask directly just don't use any mode, uh I was even expelled trus in-banned so make it come there. Kan fucking.”
Four people who heard Zaki's rant chuckled at the man's behavior. “Agir is not strong me, my stomach cramps laugh mute,” Shaila said while holding his stomach.
“Kak Zaki mah emang jagaonya make people sick stomach,”
“Yes yes, just look at the face of Kak Zaki already made the stomach," Shaila timpal. “Luckily Brother Reyhan is still sane well,” Shaila looked at Reyhan who is currently trying to scrape ice cubes from his drinking bottle with his index finger. “Slightly,” Salah Shaila.
Arka looked at Shaila with her eyebrows knitted, the next second she hissed and advanced her body until her hands were propped up on the table. “Before, I just engeh loh if you call Reyhan the same Zaki it's a frills ‘Kak’, but kok you call me just use the name, well?”
The smile on Shaila's face suddenly disappeared, he gulped his saliva.
“Lo what class, anyway?”
Shaila petrified, she then laughed awward while glancing at the watch that was now coiled in her right hand. “Mel, I think you want to go in, yuk back.” Shaila got up and forced Mela's body. “We go back first well, bye.”
Arka snorted at Shaila's strange behavior, as well as Zaki who did not understand what was going on, while Reyhan who already knew the answer to Arka's question only smiled amusedly, smiling, it turns out that his best friend had not known the origin of the girl.
From outside the canteen, Rashudin looked at Arka and her two friends with a knotty smile. Indeed, the three people still like to make a scene in the classroom or cafeteria, but he can feel that Arka is slowly becoming a more approachable figure, moreover, the three men had not smoked in the cafeteria since Shaila and Mela joined them. I think the girl is starting to show what she can do.
*****
Arka lightly stepped into the library, greeting and occasionally greeting her friends who passed her. The bell from school had been ringing for fifteen minutes, but the man had just dropped out of his class after he took the time to play games with his two best friends.
Arka instead of neglecting her duties, she had even notified Shaila via Line, even though she used untrue reasons. Yup, Arka and Shaila are now much closer than when they first met, although they occasionally still fight over trivial matters.
Arka stops her steps on the library doorstep when she sees Aldo, the younger brother of the class who is often referred to as his successor, talking to Shaila. Arka leaned her body at the door and stared at the interaction of the two people.
Shaila who had no idea was being noticed gave her sweet smile to Aldo and a moment later she disappeared behind the bookshelf behind him. Aldo stared at his white shoes, the dimpled man smiled knotfully.
“Ehem." Arka cleared her throat and made Aldo turn his head.
“Eh, Brother.” Aldo and Arka made a strange move by punching each other in their fists which they called ‘cara shaking hands hunk’.
“Lo what is here? You know him?” Arka pressed her chin towards Shaila leaving earlier.
“Iya knows, Brother. He's my classmate,”
Arka raised both her eyebrows high, the next second the man smiled amusedly. “Lo classmate? Second grade, do you mean lo?”
“It is, Brother. When did I stay in class?”
Arka nodded her head, she then for the second time smiled amusedly. Shaila who is her underclassman? How could Arka not realize that? Now the man feels lied to.
Aldo picked up the book that Shaila offered. “Thanks, yeah. I'm back tomorrow." Aldo turned to look at Arka who was still staring at Shaila. “Kak, I first well.” Aldo patted Arka on the shoulder and passed away.
Shaila scratched her non-itchy head. “Lo... have come, anyway? You can start now just so we can cepet home, Ka.”
“Kak,” serge Arka with full emphasis.
Shaila frowned. “Means?”
“Lo my underclassman, so it's natural to call me brother?”
Shaila choked on hearing Arka's words, even though she wasn't eating or drinking anything, but she felt like something was stuck in her throat.
Arka patted Shaila's back violently until the girl coughed. “Why, Deck? That's a sprain,”
Shaila brushed off Arka's hand. “B –let me help, let me go home.” Shaila walked towards the stainless steel wheeled table on which was a pile of books, and pushed her with her right hand away from Arka.
Of course Arka could not just let go of Shaila, she followed Shaila with her hands still crossed in front of her chest. “So all this time I was told this-so the same adek class, anyway. Oh, my pride.”
Shaila ignored Arka's words made so dramatic. Die me! thought.
“Kok lo can actually tell big brother class so easy? No bad feelings or anything, so?” Arka's still chattering.
Shaila had long felt uneasy by the man who was still following her while giving a lecture on how a junior should apply in front of their senior. Shaila then stopped, she turned around and found Arka had been looking at her with both eyebrows raised as if she was asking.
“Arka, full yah—“
“Kakak,” says Arka is full of emphasis. “Lo never called me Big Brother even though you like it, but you call Reyhan same Zaki tuh use the frills.”
“Color is not pantes I call Brother! I've called you brother when I first met.”
Arka as if glaring. “When, yeah? The feeling of first meeting you always call me Arka-Arka aja deh.”
“Gue call you Brother!”
“Lo call me Arka, not Sister.”
Shaila snorted, again they quarreled because of an unclear problem. “Lo can be differentin how to pronounce ‘Ka’ in the same Arch ‘Kak’ in Kakak, anyway? **** totally a guy."
Arka was shocked to hear Shaila's bold words. “Bodo very, now I want you to call me Brother, do not name me!”
Shaila pushed the table she had been holding. “If you are that desperate want to be called as Brother, then act like one!” shaila shouted while pushing the table until it hit the body of Arka. “It's your job so you are working.”
Arka blinked her eyes a few times, she turned to look at Shaila who was walking away from her. Why did the girl suddenly become this sensitive? Though it is very clear that Arka is joking. Arka tapped her shoulders. PMS again, he thought.
*****
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