My Lovely Busybody Girl's
18 - Hate the Racer
A man sloshed his stout body on the grass beneath him, the sweat on his face mixed into one with fresh blood coming out from the corners of his lips. His chest rose and fell irregularly, his uniform had changed color to brown.
Arka got up and sat down cross-legged as she could catch her breath, her head turned around her surroundings that had become like a battlefield with fallen enemies. Arka reached into her pants pocket to look for her flat object, but she only caught the wind from the empty pocket, she then nudged Reyhan's thigh lying beside her.
“Rey, you see my hp, no?” ask Arka.
“Where I know, hp also hp lo time to me. Ask Zaki try,” Reyhan replied with a still wheezing breath.
Arka kicked Zaki's body lying in front of him sideways, “Zak, woy, Zak, see my phone, gak?”
“Well, you fight bring hp?” Zaki asked back.
Arka regretted asking Zaki, but what Zaki said was true as well. Usually they will leave their phones in the bag when fighting, let alone an Ark who is very ignorant with his phone other than to play games.
Arka casually traced every corner of the vast field with her sharp eyes, the number of people lying limp there made Arka difficult to find the black object until finally he found it lying next to a friend who was lying next to him.
Arka took her phone and opened it, she was wide-eyed when she found out there were forty-five missed calls and twenty messages she had received, and all of them were from Shaila.
“Anjir 'already five and a half hours,” Arka woke up and kicked Reyhan and Zaki slowly with her feet. “Gue first.”
“Lo where to go?”
“Lo do not want to celebrate our victory? The arka! Woy, Arka!”
He ignored all the calls from his friends, all he needed was to get to school on time. The last message she received from Shaila was seven minutes ago, the girl said she would wait until she came, and Arka knew that Shaila was crazy enough to hold her talk.
Despite the rush, Arka still drives his sport bike at normal speed, he also obeys every sign that exists even though many times he receives honking and mockery from the car behind him.
It did not take long for Arka to arrive at his school, the distance of the field where he fought with the opposing school was not so far from his school and it benefited him to quickly arrive.
Arka saw Rasyudin who was holding a rattan was chatting with the school security guard in front of the fence, he then turned his motorcycle towards the back area of the school. Arka drives her bike in front of an internet shop located right behind her school.
“Sore, Be,” greet Arka on a middle-aged man wearing a skullcap and a sarong sitting in front of the cafe terrace.
“Lo face woof, Ka?” Ask the guy who used to be called ‘Babe’.
Arka grimacing. “Biasalah ,Be, boy,” Arka took a ladder that was next to the cafe, he then leaned the stairs on the high wall in front of him. “Be, nitip motor stretch well.”
Arka climbed the stairs to get to the top of the wall measuring more than two meters, when it was above the wall, Arka jumped and landed on the grass. Arka is now in the building behind her school.
The position of the library from where Arka is now very close, he only walked a few steps to arrive at the room that was already quiet. Arka stuck out her head and looked at Shaila who was still sitting in front of the computer.
“Lo seriusan belom go home?”
Shaila surged in shock as suddenly someone spoke, she let out a rough sigh and turned her head. “Lo tuh kema—“ greeting Shaila hanging when looking at Arka's face, she stood up in panic. “Lo face why?”
“Custom lah, man,” replied Arka indifferently while sitting on a chair that was nearby.
“Definitely fight lo, well?” Shaila approached Arka, the girl raised her chin until her face lifted and turned her face to the right and left. “Lo face so add unclear gini.”
“Gue no pa-pa, kok.”
“Gak pa-pa, nutmeg lo peyang! Wait a minute!”
Shaila walked towards a box that was glued to the wall behind her, she came back and brought the P3K box. Shaila gives Arka a P3K box with a rough finish before she drags a chair and puts it in front of Arka for her to sit on.
Arka can smell the fragrance of Shaila from this close distance, Shaila's face that was seriously washing his wounds with a cotton bud that he had smeared with alcohol it looks so adorable.
“Can you not fight mulu anyway? Kayak ajayaan aja!” shaila's nagging was heard again.
“Weit, watch your mouth! It's not a fight, but a fight!” arka Strait.
“What's the difference try?”
“Different, the fight was well jolted for reasons that are not clear, while fighting was a lot of bumps by risking something valuable," said Arka excited.
“Risking what, try?”
“Good name of school, coy.”
“That there is a good name for the school even damaged because of you!” Shaila pressed the cotton bud she held on the wound pad under the Arka temple.
Arka grimaced at the pain of her wound that Shaila pressed down on. “That's for parents, they just want academic values, so they immediately judge the school not really if there is one child who is not real, a colossal mind. But the ones who run this school we are not them, and almost all students do not really want their grades good if not just graduated Alhamdulillah, already, which we –especially the important guy is the prestige of school. We will nganggep school is cool and has a good reputation if you can already naklukin and respected other schools.”
“Trus what's the point? If you already can be respected by other schools, what’s next?”
“No one will dare to mess with our school students, including the girls.”
Arka smiled knot. What he said was not a hundred percent of the real reason. Arka does want all students in her school respected –let alone the female students who are always bullied by other school students, but the biggest reason is because she wants to just release her stress.
Seeing the troubled Shaila cutting a clear colored plaster into pieces with one hand made Arka remember Reyhan's words in the orphanage. He was now curious.
“Say lo trauma if riding a motor well?”
Shaila's hand stopped in midair, she raised her head and stared at Arka at a glance. “Iya, Reyhan's sister who told you well?”
“What's the reason?”
Shaila raised her head and focused her attention on Arka's wound. “Gue ever tell you that my late brother used to be a racer? He died in the race again, again scrambling. And guess what.. a few hours after bokap and nyokap I also died because of a fitting accident again on the way to see my sister in the hospital.”
Shaila's facial expression was flat and seemed to have no expression of sadness or shock, but Arka could see a small vibration in Shaila's hand. It must have been hard for him to tell this to Arka.
“That’s why, I'm a bit traumatized riding the bike and bring my own car. I hate the same thing as it's called, for whatever reason, and I..” Shaila took a deep breath. “Hate the same thing as racers. Dah done.” Shaila stared briefly at the wound of Arka which she had already pasted with plaster before finally getting up and heading towards the administration desk.
Arka was still silent in her place, for some reason when she heard that Shaila hated the racer from the girl's own mouth, her heart felt like it was throbbing. Arka did not understand the feeling she was feeling right now.
Shaila stood before Arka. “Comeback.”
Arka lifted her head and looked at Shaila confusedly. “And I haven't gerapihin book.”
“That's what I've been working on.”
Arka stood up and followed Shaila walking out after locking the library door. “Trus why did you call me to come here?”
“Penggadikan lessons to lo aja, why? Don't like it?”
Arka stopped her steps that were already going to walk towards the school gate, she saw Rasyudin was still engrossed in chatting with the school security guard. No more work besides huddle what is the Parachute? Think Arka.
“There is the Parachute, La,” said Arka to Shaila who also stopped his steps.
“Trus?”
“So I entered from behind, he also must have known I skipped today.”
“Ya wrong you yourself use truant,”
Arka took a deep breath. “Gini deh, you wait at the front stop of the school just later I go there pick you up. I'd like to grab my bike first at the back.”
“Went where?”
“Through the place I passed, just aja kok.”
Shaila nodded her head. “Ya already, don't take long.”
Instead of walking straight, Shaila turned her head towards the field where her former volleyball colleagues were training. Arka of course caught the water of Shaila's face which suddenly became grim.
Arka grabbed both of Shaila's shoulders and flipped them to face the front. Arka pointed straight towards the gate. “The flight is there, Neng. Inget well do not go anywhere before I come, do not naek taxi, let alone ojek online, do not ladenin guys who ngajak acquaintance, do not take food from unknown people, do not—“
Shaila covered Arka's mouth with her right hand. “Bawel lo, ah! I am also not a child should be written.”
“Good if that, yes already there gih to stop.”
Shaila waved her right hand and walked towards the stop. Arka stared at Shaila's small back which kept moving away from her. After making sure Shaila had not looked back and was now outside the school gate after greeting Rashudin, Arka turned her body towards the place where she had come.
Arka climbed the high wall with the help of a table he brought from the front of the library. With the help of a large ladder, right where he put it earlier, Arka was in front of the cafe and immediately climbed the motorbike.
“Be, thanks well,” said Arka to an old man who was still loyal to his position earlier.
“Yok!” babe answered by raising his right hand on Arka who had moved away with his bike.
Arka turned her motorbike towards the front gate of her school, she saw Rasyudin who was still focused on talking to security, they did not even realize the Arka motorbike was passing through them just like that.
Arka stopped her motorbike right in front of Shaila who was sitting at a stop a few meters away from her school. Arka raises her helmet glass and looks at Shaila who is still focusing on her phone.
“Neng, follow brother dangdutan, yuk!” arka Goda.
Some people there were shocked but their hearts were racing as Arka said that, as if the man had told them. Shaila raised her head and snorted amusedly, she got up and walked towards Arka.
Arka gives the red helmet –which is now like Shaila-'s to the girl. Arka sees Shaila having a bit of trouble putting her head into the helmet with the help of just one hand directly helping the girl.
Those who saw the romantic incident must have thought that Arka and Shaila were lovers, plus Arka who continued to hold Shaila's right hand to help him climb on his big sports bike. They look so good and compatible with each other.
TB
