Puberty: Deketin The Jutek
24. We Were Friends
Fanya was lying on her bed as soon as she made it home safely today. He escaped from all the burdens of thought he had today by letting out a little emotion, stubbornness, and silence.
Some say that silence is gold but Fanya does not apply that attitude to Zico, but he only keeps silent when Bu Ida asks the question which is a coercion disguised. His memory of activities at school became a major topic in his head.
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“We better stop caring about each other, Zi. Free too it's like.” He's a little sorry. Even so, Fanya could not lie if she was under this kind of pressure.
Steps ceased. Then he turned around to see the truth of the speech he thought was from the library demon but it turned out to be wrong.
“Free?” Zico chuckles cynically. He walked back to approach the girl again. “Gua is not wrong, right?” Zico tried to be patient, but not for the last sarcasm.
Fanya is really in a less stable emotion to argue with others. Even with his own brother, it was not finished. Argument with himself is also so. What else is this?
“Lo knows, we never have anything even though gossip says we have nothing, Zi.”
BRACKET!
Zico couldn't help but get angry with the next sentence. He was about to say a defense but Hanalya's arrival made his condition a hindrance here.
No one should be suspicious or know, that's the deal. Sprucing up the words of agreement in his heart while gazing full of emotional flashes from the twinkle of his eyes.
“Zico? Why are you here? Nyamperin Parallel Queen at the time of belom there is a race or news olim? How suspicious, huh?”
Zico slightly pulled the corner of his mouth before he was finally seen to harden his jaw and turned around leaving the two love girls in the room full of this bookcase.
“New cave wants to go. Gua Kira here is nobody. Though want ngadem in perpus before. Not so because of Ratu.yang.butuh.kemptness.”
“Damn it!”
Hanalya was flabbergasted by what she had just heard.
The word came out from the mouth of the girl he knew well and was able to keep his words, but what was this?
He walked down the aisle to a room full of bookshelves to approach a student who he said was languishing there. He stepped in with his shady face, glasses and hijab adorning his face and head.
“Fanya—loh, you are also here, Zi?” Ms. Ida came with a surprised look when the two people she was looking for were in the same room. The jackpot!
The bell has been reverberating. All the members of each class have entered the classroom again, as well as the teachers.
Not with these three men. Fanya Fransiska plays the edge of her shoes nervously. To his right was a man ten centimeters taller than him. And, they were facing off with Bu Ida, their math teacher, in the counselling room.
Ms. Ida looked at her two students who were still standing in front of her desk. “Fanya, I know you have potential in science. Just so, lately I saw a dramatic decline in your values that I deliberately recap and ask from other teachers.”
“You deliberately made such a drop, yes?”
His bowed head slowly looked up to face Bu Ida. What did he say just now?
Intentionally, right?
Fanya would love to make a loud voice with a sentence like this: “Mom don't know anything. The last few days I was in trouble. I don't know anything!” But alas, that sentence was mere wishful thinking.
Her lips were open, she was about to say something but she had just taken a breath, Mother Ida interrupted her with a single sentence of question which no one could refute. In a sense, such as asserting that must not give rejection.
“That's no problem anyway actually,” he said casually, “Fanya, you join OSN for ninth grade level with Zico, yes?”
Of the many problems, only dealing with Mother Ida he is not stubborn or insistent with his emotions are unstable.
Fanya was silent, silent, and remained silent even though Ida asked why this girl suddenly had a dramatic drop in grades. Making his emotions ignited but Fanya just silent.
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“If nolak, Bu Ida will love a hundred ways so that Aya can come along. If you are following yourself .. know, ah! Aya mumet.” Full of complaints.
Fanya closed her eyes and enjoyed a massage on her temples. Dizziness. Not to mention that Ida gave him a sheet of questions that will be used as a benchmark for how far this girl is able to work on problems that are predicted to be examples of problems in the next Olympics.
Fanya and Zico were again appointed as representatives of Margayu to attend the national science olympiad in Jakarta in November. It is now late September, tomorrow it is also October, while Fanya is frustrated.
TRINGS!
Fanya noticed the vibration behind her alma mater suit, so she immediately reached into her pocket and opened her cell phone access. Next to his eyebrows is drawn up. There was a message from an unknown number (again). It is like this :
Unknown Number
[Yes, this is a cave. Revano, temen lo when he was a kid.
Sori gua send sms like this, because you never nanggepin chat cave in whatsapp anyway.
Do you still remember our favorite song?
Cave send audio in whatsapp, hopefully you open and listen to that audio.
Sori about the maksa lo cave incident departed with the cave at that time.
Sori cave comes to your new life, yes.]
Usually Fanya will ignore the idle message that always terrorizes him endlessly by deleting and leaving it alone. But somehow this time he wanted to respond.
No, not wanting, but responding. Fanya according to the contents of the message. He opened WhatsApp and opened a chat room from a number that turned out to have been packed with dozens of message bubbles.
His fanya scrolled the message he received from that foreign number. Most are just spam ‘p’ to tens, which is sent for a full minute, but at different time captions there is a message quite long in its contents.
Fanya read it with her mouth closed and her eyes soft. Fanya received dozens of messages in the morning, about six o'clock and fifteen minutes.
Intention, but why did he send a text too?
Did he just hold her again?
[WhatsApp]
+62 839-xxxx-0143
Block | Add
Today
|P
|The cave is getting used to without lo, Yes.
|And you're not this angry, yeah. The cave will tell you what really happened, but you will not care anyway
|Gua do not know if you are this angry just because the cave moved house. Though the cave often makes you kelin. Shouldn't you be happy instead of angry?
|Cua hope you heard this audio deh
|send audio
|What lo still likes the same song he over, Yes?
|Oh, yes the cave will send a song that ngingetin me to lo continue
|send audio
As soon as he played the second audio that the foreign number sent, the acoustic quotes sounded so shrewd. He said the chord of this one song is so complicated considering the speed of the voice passages produced must be melodious and fit the original tone, but in this audio Fanya did not hear it.
Quotes sound slow but still melodious and harmonious, harmony accompaniment of background music also contributed to the fusion of music that brings the impression of melo in it.
Like the cover.
Remember when we laughed with~
Tell us all about us~
There's a story about me and him~
And we were together when kala~
There is a story about the wonderful time~
When we grieve, when we laugh~
Fanya got an advanced message. Sent during the break but Fanya did not open her phone at that time.
Did he bring a cell phone to school?
Is there no ban?
10.59
|Gua already heard you throw away all our stuff. The cave is pleased with your decision, because it is not a useless item, but how about the same flash?
|What do you throw him out immediately? Really? Without seeing the contents first, huh?
Fanya Fransiska: Yes I threw away all that stuff, but the brother hid the box. Even your flash drive is in that box. It was all there and I lost it. I've seen everything but one, that's your video. I need to open that file, Van|
However, Fanya blurted out all the words she had typed so long, which she tried to express sincere feelings from her heart, even though she hated the man now, even though he was already very sick of all the things about that man.
Despite that, Fanya was made to regret. Sorry to have done so far just because—ya, the words from the message sent by the man were true, Fanya admitted that.
So, can he get what he needs now?
He stared at the screen of his phone. Audio sound from the song titled ‘All About Kita’ is still playing.
Fanya had guessed that the heavy and melodious voice was not from the original singer, but the voice of someone else singing the song. Closed his eyes.
Defending himself for everything he had done that day, although there was no harm in trying to turn away after being hit by great sadness. Blacker. One reason that made him a little calm even though his heart was not. He was pleased with the calmness in that one color.
Rintik Sedu: Black. A deceptive color. Which means a thousand.
Because of black, a dark color that presents an adorable child face someone who has now shown rapid changes due to growth.
The naughtiness escaped from his originally tightly shut mouth. Fanya pulled the corners of her mulch into an amused smile. “Why does it feel weird, huh?” ask him to dust. “It's weird to use the name I-lo with him, while it used to be very warm to call a nickname. Why does everything change this much, Lord?”
Fanya opened her eyelids. “We used to be friends, friends like caterpillars, hope to be butterflies.” Mentioning his favorite song, ralat: their favorite.
...a/n:...
...If Pineapple is really cry pas this chapter. Don't know why, it feels like kayak .. I'm tired of this....
...What about you?...
...What is your response to this chapter?...
