Satan, Holy, Human

Chapter 16: Comfortable With Friends

Is life really this complicated, huh? Full of troublesome choices, with no way to retreat or blur and hope everything is done for granted. Like being pursued by deadly criminals, but we do not have another escape because in front of the eyes there is only a steep cliff edge. Whatever the choice, we will certainly be tormented, bloody blisters, broken bones, to other injuries.

Is the choice I have that weird, huh?

Do I have no other choice but to face Saints and Nila and all the turmoil and anger they have for the sake of staying in school? But if I don't do anything, I'll lose it all. I'm going to change schools and start from scratch again, lose friends and friends and go back alone again.

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No. gabe.

Why should I bother? It's all done, right?

Why do I have to think about something that doesn't matter, anyway? I'm sure I can do Pak Prima's follow-up quiz this week, right? I can take the hearts of the teachers again, no need to change schools, everything can go back as usual. Just last week his suffering lasted, even just that one day when the streets in the Permata Indah mall complex?

Smart disciples aren't just Saints after all, are they?

The problem of Pak Prima's follow-up quiz can be finished, I no longer need to deal with Saints, especially with Nila who still continues to hiss. For the problems to come, I can take care of them later. There is still time until UTS, there is still Balkis and OSIS friends who always hold study sessions, there is still time until I can prepare more maturely.

Calm.

Just chill.

Remi doesn't want to stay in class either, does she? I can still ask one or two things in that barrel, I can still be a part of them. If Faisal could be forgotten. I couldn't have graduated with a track of achievement or sport. Everything can return to normal. No troublesome problems.

No need to chat with Saints and Tilapia longer.

No need to feel uncomfortable anymore.

“Heh, Gib. Wait what? Come on in,” exclaimed someone woke me up from behind the room with the door half open. That's Balkis, she invited me in to start doing work, in a room with a signboard written ‘Ware’ which is a little shabby eaten time.

After being fully aware, I pushed the stuck wooden door until it squeaked the floor tiles. “You want what we are here, Kis?” I asked while expelling dust puffs that disturb the view to make the nose almost sneeze.

“Lah? Don't ask me. You guys need to come here, right?” sewot Balkis protested a bit.

You guys? inner wondering. I turned back to look, and there was a person behind me wearing a sports uniform. Wait for. Do I wear a sports uniform? With a white green-sleeved short shirt and green trousers anyway? How long have I been unconscious? Busy thinking about many things, I was suddenly in this confusing position.

“Search pump ball or new ball all together?” ask this disciple with short curly hair behind me.

Ah, right too, I say in my heart.

The morning before noon during sports lessons, there are some deflated volleyball that can not be used at all. Because it is quite troublesome, Mr. Cipto as a sports teacher immediately called my name.“Rajib please take care of, yes,” tell him lazily.

“Kkkk! Ready, sir! Looking for a new ball, sir? If you are old it will be lemes no more energy to play, sir.”

““AHAHAHAHA”” laughs all over class (men only).

“As far as you go, Gib. Well, then, for Balkis who sports after your class, right? Just condition. I go back to the teacher's room first.”

And that way, this is where I am. In a room filled with many shelves, some wooden cabinets filled with lots of documents and on top of many cardboard boxes, mattresses piled on one side of the room, there is also a stick may be a former scout activity, the net of ball containers scattered here and there, to a view in the corner of the room in the form of a perforated ceiling.

“For volleyball there is a replacement, anyway. But not a new ball.”

“Ball pump where?”

“Should be around here,” said I scribbled on the closet.

“Kis, you sport also volleyball?”

“Ya... same as you? Volleyball, huh? Why just?”

“Yes that's it. Learn how to pass, how to tackle, anyway the basic things, keep the rest free sport. I think it was just this one time. There's a test run next week, huh? How many meters, anyway?”

“Around 800 meters? Kal—”

“Nah, meet. This, right?” ask me to cut the conversation while holding the ball pump. With a tongue-tapping sounding laden, I just chuckled to then start leaving the warehouse peacefully.

However, after I came out of the warehouse, something that shattered the peace became an explosion of surprise that I did not expect. Walking leisurely in the corridor, it turned out that there was a disciple with a wide body and shoulders, as well as a bangs that were split in two drinking mineral water. “Wah, Rajib! Coincidence!” exclaim Faisal happy.

“…? I go first, yes,” said Balkis and the student with short curly hair who invited me and Faisal to talk alone.

“Today we play futsal!?” tanyaku. We're playing futsal again? my mind cannot stop hoping. But, my expectations and imagination are too high to assume everything is going smoothly.

“Engga, Gib. That's not. Hehe,” refuse it relax.

Putting aside his mineral water, Faisal started leaning against the corridor fence that led outside to start telling me about his life (which I already knew). About his family's lower-middle economy, his many younger siblings still have to go to school, the school life is quite complicated because Faisal is not the student with the smartest academics, until the solution to become a footballer in order to support his family like his idol Chrstian Ronaldo.

Unfortunately, in achieving this dream, he had to be hindered by inadequate facilities, wanting to replace it immediately because it was no longer comfortable. In short, Faisal asked me to visit the mall with him, because he was quite embarrassed to never spend time in such an expensive place.

Doesn't matter.

Without further ado, I immediately agreed to her offer to accompany her shopping. Although the offer is different from my expectations to invite to play futsal together, at least this is not much different. I'm still needed, someone still needs my help, my inner being sumringah. It's a good opportunity, it's an opportunity that suits me. As long as there is something I can do, while I can help, of course my answer is the ‘ya’ nod.

Faisal smiled, patting me on the shoulder slowly (which is much slower than Atma), while thanking me sincerely. “Thank you yes, Gib,” he said later while walking away disappearing on the turn.

LOOKING for time-consuming activities, I went to visit the station stall which was a 10-minute walk from the back gate of the school. Performing activities as usual, completely returning to being a regular, normal day-to-day.

“Weh, Gib!? Let's push rank! Cepet!” bring a guy with slick hair behind him.

“Wah? C'mon c'mon! You guys down again to the gold? Kkk! Day day tricked same gym. Red again red. My ninggalin anyway, so cursed forever in gold. Kkkk!”

“Ah. Cepet join!” continued Remi while sipping hot coffee.

See, right?

There's nothing to worry about at all. The suffering only happened on one day last week, and now everything is back to normal again.

Apparently, my thoughts this morning were of no benefit at all. Only prejudice against events that have not happened, not even happened at all. This is one of my weaknesses as well. But, who wouldn't, anyway? Importantly, now I can forget everything, really get back to an uninterrupted, comfortable day-to-day with friends.

I'm still needed, someone still needs me.

That's enough, though I wish this could happen forever, anyway.

Not wasting any more time, I immediately sat beside Remi, kept the bag below, to then pull out the phone and go straight into the beloved game.

“Si Rajib has an epic costume!? How much money is out?” ask Remi.

“Lah, yes? How can? Is this a new costume? Yes, lo?” say the other spiteful.

“Kkkk. Ngiri huh? Limited edition, here. Not everyone has!”

“Halah, why have skin? What matters is skill. Free epic costumes also if still a burden. Waste of money buy cool costumes. Mending buy food to be eaten together, right?”

“Kkkk. Stale code though. Relax relax. Mom, buy fried 20 thousand, yes!”

Without any answer except for a nod from the seller's mother who was still wearing a negligee, we were again waiting for the match to start. Luckily, there are leftovers that we can still eat before the new ones come.

“Oh yes, I saw yesterday lo same way girl. Who is it, Gib?” spray Remi.

“Hah? Same street chick?” many confused.

“Do not bother. I saw you play to the Beautiful Gem, right? Exactly yesterday week. Tumben-tumben also lo street same chick. Anyone want to be the same? Brother!”

“No one may want to be the same with Rajib! Ordinary.he must have used pellets. Or the girl's eyes again picek aja sure. Ahahaha!”

“There is finally something you can achieve as well, yes.”

“Ah, which is real?”

“Nah, right. I assure you it's not the girl of Rajib.”

“Kkkk. That's really big, huh? That yesterday was Jakan—”

“Udah is not important. That's the tower under attack, woi! Help help!” cut Jojo, the one whose eyes are narrow.

“Hold hold! Let's fight back!”

Leaving the topic started by themselves, cutting my story that is not really important as well, we also returned to focus on playing the game trying to win the match without having to lose only. “Aduh the Magib died again,” protest Remi hit his eel.

Luckily, we managed to win the first match pretty well. With the dish already present, the mood immediately turned positive, ready to spend until midnight playing games only. Not to forget, we also ask the terminal plug to the mother of the stall guard to keep the phone battery in top condition. So, we can spend time playing comfortably, I can especially enjoy everything calmly.

Unfortunately, there is a limited duration for us to spend the fullest time. This is not the case as usual, because no one resigns, no one is idle.

“RABIG! WHAT ELSE, ANYWAY!?” sounding tantrums like trumpet trumpets, making all people (who do not even have the name of Rajib) come into shock and stop the activity.

As it turned out, the middle came down a girl whose stature was slender and slender, with black hair tied up like a ponytail, small and pointy ears, with black hair, from the black SUV car that is dashing with dashing among many duck motorcycles. It looks jaw-dropping and noticeable difference produced by this unique scene, although actually no one compares to it either.

Everyone including myself gulped, observing the path of this girl who gave off a full-on aura (and forgot or pretended to forget her carelessness almost slipped down while about to get off the stairs of the car).

“Why here!? Go home. Discuss race!” continued the girl who stopped right in front of me.

Standing around with his waist, with his eyebrows firmly angered, everyone was unprepared to answer unless he was still petrified with his fur sitting up, like he had just seen a ghost. No. gabe. Not ghosts.

This is everyone's more real enemy.

This girl who came angry looks like a mother who came to catch her wayward son and always played, even though it has been asked hundreds of times to keep the house. Just waiting for the jeweran and the compulsion to go home, all of them swallow trying to be ready to protect themselves.

Fortunately, I'm not the one who gets angry, everyone's mind (maybe).

“Hah? What if I'm here? Why are you angry too, anyway?” I was astonished as I scrunched my eyebrows

“Go home! Now! Discuss race!” continue Sacred briefly.

“That's your race. You want to come along? Yes, please take care of yourself. I went to the exhibition yesterday. We're done, right?”

“Gak! Sacred Bantuin. Should both!”

“There's Nila, right? Why should it be the same with me? Besides—” I haven't finished my answer yet, my hand was pulled by this girl roughly.

“Go home!” force the Holy One not to budge

Luckily, Saints were not athletic enough students. Even though he forced me though, it only attacked my consciousness. Just jerked for a while, the rest I can return to maximum control of the body. I rejected the pull and grip of the Holy that is no different from the grip of a small child, which makes it even slightly slumped.

“Go home by yourself,” I answer no matter. “Let's continue playing,” I said to Remi and others while sitting upright against Saints.

Unfortunately, no one answered my invitation, except for a look of disdain and hate like seeing dirt in the middle of the road. Confused and curious, I turned back to see Saints who were now falling dirty and full of dust.

There's nothing else there.

Just the sight of a high school girl falling down and falling down.

However, people were looking at me as if I was the culprit, I was the one to blame, for having desecrated this beautiful and charming girl.

Feeling it's time to be a hero, a more mature man dressed in jeans approached the fallen Saints to help him. Naas, his intention was rejected outright, not even ignored in the slightest. Like a fly that just passed by, Saints don't really care about the surroundings except for one purpose.

Suci has transformed again into a personality ‘A’?

Standing up straight again, wiping his uniform for a while, his hand pulled me back not giving up. Saints look like they are opening a jammed door forcibly, like they are pulling a sword of excalibur embedded firmly in the stone.

The saint continued to try to forcefully pull with anger and annoyance, also slightly growled and groaned. No longer like mothers who pull their children home, especially like women who caught their boyfriend cheating and invited him home.

This is a different appearance.

Like the same two magnetic axes, yet forced together by the fad and curiosity of a young child. They must have refused each other, like my wish and Saints who will never find common ground. Sacred insistence on pulling me ‘pulang’ on a house whose contents are only snapped and insults, and I who insist to live peacefully and comfortably with friends, even though just spending time does not mean to death.

“Kayaknya if still continue to gini, people will miss the train deh,” call Remi break the silence. “Bother people, Gib. Brotherkak!”

“Read, Gib. Follow aja. Not ashamed of people?”

“Don't make trouble, please. We're comfortable hanging out here. Don't take lo who has our problems hit the stone.”

“Eh, but.. I right,” my head turned left and right looking for help.

“Udah, already. Go aja lo. Not good with people.”

“Someone wants to see you, Gib. Want to sleep on the streets again? Brotherkak!”

“...iasih. Yasudah,” said I relented to the will of Remi and the others. I no longer sat up straight refusing, ready to go follow Holy to go home (to his house).

I think I can break off the relationship with Saints forever.

Why do we have to be tied up again?

“Gue wait in the diamond rating, yes! Gold is for the weak. Kkkk.”

“As long as you don't die mulu, Gib.”

“Kakaka! Don't dream on, Gib!”

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Just had a bloody weekend gone wrong.

Just now Rajib can return to normal at any time.

Just now everything is back to normal.

But the Saints are still stubbornly coming (and interfering) to Ragib?

WKWKWKWKW

Welcome back, guys!

If you have a Holy Kayak tea, what will you do?

The problem is that even though he has avoided us.

Uh…

Saints are including stalkers, right?

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Btw …

See you next time;)

Wait every week for the new chapter, yes!