Starting From Grey

FriendZone

The seed of love comes from habituation.

Tresno jalaran songko. (Kru Kepo)

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I walked towards the classroom and in front of the library was Abi, Brother Bagas, Mira and Madina chatting.

What am I supposed to do?

Stepping or walking pretending not to see. I was still standing, confused by everything that was happening.

Mira, I remember that my friend liked Hasan's sister. Should I fight alongside Hasan?

I felt like someone had suddenly pulled my hand, because I was surprised that I just kept quiet and followed his footsteps.

Mirza, she's the one who pulled me to class, making me relieved to be free of my worries.

"Well, you're dumbass in the middle of the road?" mirza asked after we sat down on each bench. The street? Really hyperbole, people are also wide streets.

"I'm just confused" I said honestly. I don't know why I feel comfortable in this position, where I have a friend who cares about me like Mirza.

"Why?"

"There was Madina, Mira, Abi and Bagas in front of the boat" I said slowly.

"Why with them?"

"I was confused, wanting to hide or walk pretending not to see. Want to let them look seriously afraid of disturbing, would not be mistaken for I'm arrogant." I don't know why I'm telling the obvious truth I just want to reveal what's on my mind.

"Well, do everything not because of people's judgment but because you are comfortable." Mirza moved from her seat leaving me still pensive.

My tongue felt mute, as if the enzymes in my mouth were drying out without any residue, I could not utter a single word that was left just a questionable look.

"Lo why?" erly asked, while I just opened and closed my mouth, I don't know what's wrong with me.

"Fish kayak*****just a war," commented Mira as she put down her bag. I exhaled.

"Why the hell?" asked Madina who was standing in front of my bench with a look of wonder.

I shook my head and smiled, either where my voice was and blurred where the vocabulary I had learned, which obviously at this time my lips felt faint, my brain doesn't digest every sensor it connects and my vocal cords don't work.

"Lo why the hell?"

"Why say dong, don't just diem," said Mira.

"I'm fine." I was finally able to go through the phase of not wearing it.

"BTW, where were you yesterday?" asked Erly in a seductive tone.

"Yes yes, yesterday after my match with Erly nyariin lo, but did not meet."

"Emm, I'm home."

"Going home? Sure you're going home?" erly asked incessantly flirting, making me slightly misbehaved and feeling warm on my cheeks.

"Yes, go straight home."

"Related?" madina asked with a suspicious look, as if she was investigating a case.

"Well, if you don't believe it" I said at last.

"What's wrong? I missed what?" ask Mira who has only listened since.

"Yesterday there was a spoiled attraction, Mir." Erly said in a spoiled tone what kind of gittu.

"Who?" tanya Mira is enthusiastic.

"Sister Abi is with Mutia." Madina said unwillingly.

"Boong mah them. There's no scene."

"Ciyeee.." cried Erly teasingly.

"Emm, Mut was looking for Hasan's brother on the porch," said Zahwa looking unpleasantly at Mira. I nodded and thanked.

"I'm out for a second huh" I said to my friends who were suddenly silent.

I rushed out of the classroom, there stood Hasan and Huda's brother.

"Sorry disturb, Saturday I wait in the back garden of the IPS building at rest." Hasan left without waiting for my answer. I wonder if he invites or governs. Why did that person turn into something like Dilan. Many of the same slang Dilan for the jutek virus and the dictator is contagious.

"Basar kak Dilan," I said slowly.

"I why?" asked Brother Dilan who stood beside me and dripped my purple paperbag. Dloh is mine, why is it in the hands of brother Dilan? Ah, to forget for sure the paperbag was left behind in the car.

"Woe, why me?" ask brother Dilan.

"That's it, brother Hasan met but maksa kayak-" I said hanging and glancing at the guy and from the corner of my eye I saw him knitting his eyebrows waiting for the continuation of my speech.

"Kayak-" fishing line.

"Such as Dilan's nature. Maybe because of the dryness of the same slang Kak Dilan become contagious." I said slowly and lowered my head.

"Because you've done me, so you have to buy me and my friend."

"Where is there like that."

"If there's nothing I make is."

"Basic inconsistent, brag 'me you' trus ber'gue lo'."

"Stupid, trouble for you," he said in a jutek tone.

"Not really, it just feels weird."

"Stupid ah, I wait. Nih paperbag lo." Brother Dilan held out my paper bag and left my classroom terrace.

I looked until the figure of the jutek disappeared from the power of my eyes. Although I know that Dilan is a good person, I have been helped several times, but I don't know what because of Dilan and I always behave like tom and jerry every time I meet. Rarely do we not argue, if not quarrel taste bland like vegetable soup without salt.

"Ciyeeeeeee... suit.... suit.." The sound came from my class, as I turned around it turned out that the kids were snuggling at our conversation from the window. Ashamed, I went straight to class and sat down.

"So who are you, Mut?"

"Sister Dilan?"

"Or Hasan?"

"Or Abi's sister?"

"Who else?"

"Sir Bagas, sweet guy KRI activist."

"Where is Mut?" urged my classmates, I just kept quiet and smiled. There are many more questions that have been asked, but I am reluctant to answer them. Because I don't know what the right answer to their question is.

Suddenly Tiara asked. "Mut, what was the story yesterday?"

"What story?" I asked innocently like I did not know the veiled intent of the question.

"That's you who the basketball captain pulled your hand," said Dita explained and embraced the others.

Then I briefly explained the densely packed to them just like the story I told Madina, Erly and Mira a moment ago. I'm sure they'll keep pushing me if I don't tell them.

I wonder, why are they so sensitive? I'm just if they have a scandal with a cuek-cue senior, why would they be so sorry about what happened to me.

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A gust of wind hit my face making the paris hijab I was wearing waved. I was only able to quietly lament the situation, I was only able to think with full of anxiety as the peacock filled the brain cavity.

Not one bit of my mind, there was not the slightest desire I was trapped in this pomegranate red virus, this is really my cliche, this is like the story in the metropop novel that I often read. I saw him who was ready to catch me when I fell off this cliff, but there was a situation and a bond that I had to keep and not let me fall towards him.

I liked the guy simply, looking friendly at every smile he put out. I only realized that I had fallen in charm, but reality jolted the realization that we could never be together.

"Mutia, what's your answer?" asked Hasan to take me back to a world called consciousness.

I just looked at him with a regretful heart and an apology, "sorry big brother, but I can't."

I saw the shock in his eyes, and then he gave me a symmetric smile I never expected.

"If you refuse me, does this belong to your game?"

"What do you mean, Hasan?" many wonder.

"I know you give a lot of false hope to everyone. Do you feel beautiful with the look you have that way?"

"I don't understand, but I need Hasan to know that I'm purely willing to be friends with anyone without any other frills. Maybe I'm too naive to forbid myself from falling in love, but what if I really avoid it."

"Bullshit, I can't believe it." Brother Hasan said nonchalantly and left me alone. I am still fixated with the words of the ketus and the rude attitude of Hasan, I know very well that Brother Hasan is currently protecting his heart so as not to feel very deep pain.

I breathed heavily, intending to reduce the tightness inside my chest. Then I stepped out of the back garden where my sister Hasan and I had an appointment a few days ago.

I heard the sound of the bell ringing and I stepped faster, but my steps stopped instantly when I saw it with sharp and unfriendly eyes.

What am I wrong again?

Without caring for his sharp gaze I immediately rushed to step without even looking or glancing at him. I knew enough myself that I had already hurt his friend, but I also had to keep and save a different and perhaps stronger and present bond before.

"Where are you from?" mira asked when I was sitting my ass.

"I'm new from the back garden" I replied.

"Well?"

"Find you, Brother Hasan. And I'm sorry I can't seem to help you like you asked me yesterday." He just kept quiet and didn't say anything, making me even more claustrophobic.

Two days ago Mira asked me to help bring me closer to Hasan, I agreed because it did not affect me much. However, after today maybe all that will change I may never be able to hold back and do everything again.

Even today's lesson went well, there are not a few problems that I know but why this heart remains filled with a sense called anxiety.

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A week went by quickly, I didn't know what had changed but one thing I believed was that everything was no longer the same.

"Hi Mut," said Cindy X-2 by aligning her steps with mine.

''Hay," I replied with a faint smile.

"It doesn't feel like we're close to entering the semester exam" he said enthusiastically.

"Yes, time goes by fast."

"Lo has no plans yet to take what major?" ask Cindy.

"I don't know yet, want to see first the new semester exam scores can be uncertain."

"Oh yes, in the KIR organization happens to want to do some kind of IQ test gittu, just pay 10,000 thousand kok. Who knows you're interested in knowing your interests and talents."

"Open to the public or just to members?"

"It seems to be open to the public."

"You wanna follow?" askaku expectantly. Because if he follows, I'd like to have him registered.

"Don't go along like that, because the activity is outside school hours. I have to get home in time." Cindy said with a sad expression that made me feel bad.

"Dla, why did you have to go home on time?"

"So I was picked up."

"Oh, yes, you can have permission for that same old man." I tried to make suggestions so that he could come along, not only because I wanted to follow but also because of his facial expression that made me not have the heart.

"The one who picked me up is not my order" he replied slowly.

"Continue?"

"Actually every time I go home from school I get a girlfriend. My boyfriend doesn't like to wait long." Hearing that I just nodded, I don't know I have no comment at all. I feel like it's not necessary because I know I can't interfere in personal matters, other than that it's a matter of principle.

I have the principle of not having a relationship called courtship, but other people do not necessarily menera my principle is not. Just look at what happened a week ago, people like Mr. Hasan just don't want to accept the principles I have.

"Gue went to class first" Cindy said, making me stop and smile.

"Yes, thanks for the info." Cindy rushed into the class while giving her thumbs up.

I walked into the hallway of the eleventh grade, I went there to meet one of the seniors who would fill out a routine study at KRI.

Along the corridor passageway was filled with several groups of eleventh grade students although there were also some from the tenth grade as well as the twelfth grade but the most dominant remained the host was the eleventh grade.

The eleventh-class building is at the front of the building surrounding the grounds used for ceremonies.

"Mutia, '' call Ahmad while waving his hand at me.

"Assalamualaikum, Ahmad Mas." I greeted him.

"Getishalight."

"This is Mas, the requested material."

"Oh yeah, you're really not coming tomorrow?" asked Ahmad while opening the material that I gave.

"I'm sorry, but tomorrow I have a family event" I replied quietly.

Tomorrow there will be a family event, my sister will be the only one to visit, so it's not good if I come home late, what else is this kind of incident so rare that my only brother has not seen me for so long since he married about four years ago, you can imagine the longing we have.

"Yes no problem, but do not be absent," said mas Ahmad jokingly at the end of the sentence. I just smiled and nodded.

"Ciyeee, very flanked by girls," said one of Ahmad's friends who I did not know his name. Those words made Ahmad's friends in the class come out.

"Ciye.." They all teased me to shame, because I couldn't stand the prank and temptation to say goodbye to going back to class because the bell almost rang.

Even though I had walked away from Ahmad and his friends, vaguely still heard the sound of those who still throw mockery at each other, without feeling the corner of my lips drawn upwards forming a smile.

I stepped my foot towards the tenth grade corridor quietly.

"New sacrifice" said the voice I had memorized. I turned to see that the figure that had been avoiding me for a week was now leaning on the wall casually and showing off a cynical smile.

"Sir Hasan," called me kindly not heeding his question and cynical expression. I saw him raise one of his eyebrows and smile disdainfully.

"Lo dare call my name?"

"Heemm, why?" tanyaku plain.

"Don't pretend to be innocent" he said cynically.

"I really don't know what you mean by Brother."

"Don't show your innocent face. It won't affect." Brother Hasan said as he passed leaving many questions in my mind.

Hasan has changed. That's what's really going on. But I kept denying it all this time and now can I still continue to deny it?

This is what I don't like about a relationship called ''FREANDZONE" because if it's not strong the heart will cause strife and hostility.

I exhaled heavily and then turned my body back to step, but I paled my footsteps when I saw the two figures standing in front of me, now my mind was at war.

Did they hear what I was talking about?

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