My Lovely Busybody Girl's
16 - Dear Gypsies
“Lo Saturday yesterday to hospital, well?” ask Arka to Shaila in between her activities to feed the girl.
“Iya, why?”
“Why don't you know me? can I anter," said Arka while scooping fried rice in front of him.
“Duh ilah, protective really like the boyfie,” led Zaki while smiling ignorantly and ignored by Reyhan and Mela.
“Whisper lo on!” Arka feeds the fried rice to Shaila. “Why?”
Shaila chewed the fried rice that was in her mouth before swallowing it. “Gue do not want to ngerepotin lo aja, besides it's a weekend, so you have to take off so my baby also dong.”
Arka took the sweet iced tea Shaila and put the straw that was in the glass to Shaila, now the sight of Arka feeding Shaila became a familiar sight for students of Bumi Putera High School.
“Can it be, yeah? Though lo mengejajah I really like gini, let alone lo adek class.”
Shaila pointed at Arka and complained to Reyhan and Zaki. “Main seniority, Sister. Not very."
“Yah lo own maenannya junioritas,” said Arka did not want to lose.
Reyhan patted Arka's cheek. “Mane no juniority, sometimes ***deh lo, good luck handsome.”
Arka ignored Reyhan, she still fed Shaila with her fried rice. “Tomorrow tell me if I want to go back to the hospital. Denger, no?!”
“Hm,,,”
Mela rolled her eyeballs, she looked at Reyhan and Zaki in front of her. “Capek not the three of us always be a mosquito repellent here?”
“Tau nih, feel the world belongs to both deh, the other at snekos,” said Zaki.
“Everything's looking for a girlfriend!” exclaim Arka.
“Only are you two dating?” reyhan asked and made Mela and Zaki stare at the two enthusiastically.
“Apaan, anyway? Who would want to date a guy like him?”
“The same goes for me,” said Arka while inserting a spoon into Shaila's mouth violently until the girl complained of pain.
“Sick, yes! Shrimp ah, Arka mah rough.”
Arka shrugged her shoulders, the next second she spooned the fried rice and put it in her own mouth. Mela who saw that became a scene herself, she clapped Shaila's hand and pointed at Arka.
“Anaan anyway, Mel?”
“That, indirect kiss!”
Hearing the words of Mela who half shouted that made Shaila and almost the entire cafeteria turn to Arka who was busy finishing Shaila's fried rice with his meal, he raised an eyebrow when he saw the people around him paying attention to him.
“Lo what? That was the former Shaila,” said Reyhan confused by the actions of his best friend.
“Trus?”
“That spoon is also a former Shaila,” timpal Mela.
“Trus?”
“Indirect kiss!” this time Mela said in a louder tone.
“Trus?”
Shaila let out a heavy sigh, she then shook her head. “Not just ****, this friend of yours is sometimes also an idiot.”
“Do not need to be on lebay deh lo, eat from the same spoon aja ampe on a scene like that.” Arka took Shaila's iced cup of sweet tea and drank it from the same straw and again made Mela resist her screams. “Lo has no internal medicine, right?”
Mela grabbed Shaila's arm who was staring blankly at Arka tightly. Shaila was eager to hit the man on the head with the plate of fried rice that was now empty, but he stopped considering the many pairs of eyes that were staring at them, including the fans of Arka.
Arka got up from her seat. “Udah hrs this, coy, futsal jerk again.” Arka turned to Shaila and ruffled the girl's hair, more precisely washing her oily hands on Shaila's hair. “See you after school.”
Shaila was just speechless with her hair falling apart, some people were shrieking in envy seeing Arka scrambling Shaila's hair. All they saw was the gentle figure of Arka who was scrambling Shaila's hair furiously, but the girl knew that Arka had just left a trace of fried rice oil on her hair.
Shaila set her breath so as not to hunt. “CLOSE POWER POLE BASICS!!”
Arka who could still hear it smiled widely and walked away from the canteen.
*****
“Lo again what?” arka asked Shaila who was scratching her plaster cast in frustration but was cautious.
“Hand I gatel,” exclaim Shaila with spoiled.
“Ya gatel stay scratched, why so snelus-ngelus gyps lo gitu.”
“Kalo emang as easy as that also fromadi already scratched, my finger is not nyampe to dalem,” said Shaila frustrated.
“Lo where? Where are you, Arka you going? Lo belom work done, woy!” shaila shouted at Arka who ran out of the library. “Tuh son, confused me.”
Before long Arka returned with a chopstick in her hand, she sat down beside Shaila and opened the bandages around Shaila's neck and shoulders. Arka carried Shaila's left hand wearing a cast over her thigh, the man opened the plastic wrapping the chopsticks he was carrying and without speaking he directly inserted the chopsticks into Shaila's cast.
Shaila grimaced as the chopsticks touched her skin, then she heaved a sigh of relief as the chopsticks touched the spot that made her uneasy from earlier. “Well, well that's really there.”
Arka glanced at Shaila for a while before finally skipping the chopsticks he brought into the cast of Shaila. The girl was of course able to breathe a sigh of relief now that her itching was slowly disappearing.
“By the way, I just realized that the cast lo plain like this," said Arka who made Shaila scrunch her forehead.
“Means lo?”
“Mitosnya nih well, the cast must be scrawled so that lo cepet healed.”
“What is it, where is.”
“Don't believe? Let's try well,” Arka took out the chopsticks from inside the cast belonging to Shaila, he then walked towards his bag and pulled out three different color markers.
Shaila scrunched her forehead as Arka was about to write something on top of her cast with a blue marker. “Lo what to do?”
“Works,” replied Brief Arch then affix the blue ink on top of the gipd Shaila.
Shaila just silently looked at Arka who was very focused on her work, occasionally she changed markers in red and black, Shaila did not even understand why she brought the colored permanent marker to school, because the school also only allows wearing black markers, and it is not permanent.
Shaila laughed at the writing that was now on top of her cast. “This what? Bull ark? Very sorry, I swear.”
The writing that Shaila means is a medium-sized lettering engraving that says handsome Ark, under which there are again ugly Shaila writings and some carvings in the form of sun, cars or others, etc, Shaila frowned when she saw the middle of the cast was empty.
“This is empty?”
Arka only glanced at Shaila for a moment before continuing her work. “Wait aja,”
Arka began to put her black marker on the empty space, Arka's hand covering made Shaila unable to see what she was writing. Arka looks very serious with a marker in her hand, seeing a serious figure like this Arka inevitably makes Shaila admit the handsome man.
“Dah, done!” arka shouted while raising both of her hands.
Shaila stared at her casts twenty minutes ago still so pure white, now it was like a wall on a highway full of graffiti. What surprised Shaila was the large writing in the empty space he had just questioned.
Shaila looked at Arka who was smiling ignorantly. “I-this what?”
“According to you what? Can read, right?”
No matter how many times Shaila looked at the cast, the writing would not change. Got an Ark, don't be whacky! That is the sound of the writing that of course makes Shaila speechless.
“What do you mean?”
“No mean anything, say thanks dong lo!”
“Thank you what? Lo make writing unimportant gini, apus gak!” said Shaila did not accept, he thrust his left hand.
“Yee, it actually dyaletin lo if anyone wants to disturb you lo. Just look at my name there will be a jiper first people who want to macem-macem same lo.”
“Nyelametin whatan, there are thought crazy fans lo ntar me. Apus ih!” Shaila still thrust her hand.
Arka glanced at her black watch. “Wah already this hour, back yuk ntar keburu maghrib.”
Shaila looked at Arka who was walking away from her, she then picked up her bag and followed Arka out. “This apus anyway, Ka! Not clear gini,” whine Shaila while walking beside Arka.
“Hardly lo! If you go to the tattooist and his tattooist squirms this, I am sure one thousand eight hundred percent tuh the tattooist will pay for this buluk lo cast. Masterpiece tuh!”
“Masterpiece from Hongkong! Cepet ih apus, ntar looked at fans lo.”
“Emang I thought!” Arka stuck out her tongue and ran away from Shaila.
Shaila stomped her feet on the floor. “Ih, Arka mah ngeselin!” he shouted as he ran after Arka.
*****
Shaila laid her body on the mattress with a bed sheet patterned with flowers of sea blue, just like the color of her room paint. I don't know why today he felt so tired when he didn't do anything all day.
By staring at the ceiling of his room patterned like a cloud in the blue sky like this makes Shaila calm, there is no other place that is as comfortable as his room. Shaila's mind goes back to what happened this afternoon, when Arka played with her marker.
Remembering Arka's serious face like this afternoon made Shaila smile knot. Just try him cool continue like that, it's handsome so, my type is really. Inner Shaila. He then shook his head trying to shake off those unclear thoughts.
Shaila raised her left hand with the help of her right hand over her face, she looked at every piece of writing and drawing there until her eyes were fixed on the largest piece of writing and in the middle. Once again Shaila smiled.
Crazy Ark.
TB
