Supposes

(4) A Box of Rice and a Fresh Smile

Adyra cheered happily after hearing a break bell that buzzed loudly through her eardrums. The girl carried a heart-shaped lunchbox proudly, until she did not realize some people were watching her confused.

"Well! Wife-to-be bring provisions for the future husband!" Bhishma grabbed the heart-shaped lunchbox with lightning speed, then ran away leaving Adyra who growled in annoyance.

"City bus! No turning!!"

"Eits!!" The girl tried to grab the lunchbox from Bhishma's hand. But unfortunately, Bisma's higher posture from Adyra made the girl have trouble reaching her lunchbox.

"Can't do that prospective husband. Later sin, lo!"

Adyra glared irritatedly. "Bodo. Who wants to be your wife! Oh, uh."

Adyra stomped on one of Bisma's soles in annoyance, causing the man to complain of pain. "Ouch! Busett.the girl!"

"What??!!" the girl took out her lunchbox immediately, without heeding the ramblings that were thrown from the mouth of Bhishma.

Adyra went out of the classroom, passing Amy and Siska who seemed to be wondering because her own smiley expression was clearly printed on Adyra's face, making them look at her strangely.

"It seems, the child should be beaten up with abah lo deh, My."

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"Eh, Dita is beautiful! Sunday night tomorrow the road yuk!?"

"The dimples on his cheeks may as well. So I want to, kiss it."

Andra leaned her back against a wall on the right side of her classroom, watching Aldo and Rio flirting with the students passing in front of them. Starting from a flirting whistle that makes the girls smile embarrassed, to poking their chin with the tip of their index finger and make their faces red like tomatoes.

Another case with Andra and Eric who are cool and quiet, Rio and Aldo instead have the opposite nature. They can more precisely be called playboy because of his hobby that likes to change girls even every month.

"Hi, Andra!"

A group of girls who look fashionable and trendy with all the accessories they wear it began to walk closer to Andra.

They are known as the Ciliata or Cills gang, which is formed from members of the Love, Kelly, and Bita who are always up to date for fashion and guys issues. The love that he likes Andra since first grade has been an open secret for a long time.

Until the figure of the girl among them who had a beautiful face with thin makeup that swept the surface of her face was smiling sweetly to Andra. "Later, yuk road, Ndra!"

Andra paid no heed to it at all. He would rather be busy with his phone than have to touch the girl.

"Andra, how am I supposed to be?"

The girl struggled spoiled while clutching Andra's big arm. The guy brushed his hand rough, then pushed it. "What the hell, lo? Gausah disturbs me. Go."

The girl bent her lips down because of Andra's treatment that never changed in the past.

Cold, and cuey.

Aldo chuckles after seeing the action drama made Andra. It was not once or twice that Andra made the same drama as that if there were women approaching her.

Cynical gazes, slender sentences, even brute encouragement will always be the main menu.

"Udah know the Andra Cuek, still want to lo! With the same me, I guarantee you will be happy as-la-ma. Ahaha..." Aldo winked at the girl; love, making Rio and Eric's laughter break because of his behavior, while Love shuddered amusedly.

"Diem deh, lo."

"Andra, I just want to take that road."

"Go on your own."

"But—"

Andra walked away from Love before the girl finished talking. It is very visible at the end of there if Love is looking at it. While Aldo, Rio, and Eric even giggled themselves while following Andra's wide footsteps.

"Damn it!"

Andra cursed annoyed because his white uniform was wet and dirty hit by the throw of the glass container— which still has its contents—which may have been deliberately thrown at him.

Rio, Aldo, and Eric who seemed interested in his attention began to turn to Andra with the condition of the uniform that he was wearing soaked on his chest.

"What do you mean?"

Andra gritted her teeth furiously after seeing who the person who had made trouble with was.

"Hi! Andra Dafian Pradigta, the honorable. We meet again, yes." the guy smiled hard at Andra who looked at him sharply as if he wanted to stab him this second as well. But, it was not Bara's name if she was affected.

Yeah, that guy Bara. Someone who was just a few hours ago after fighting a blow with him. Someone who also became his sworn enemy after all this time.

Bara glanced at Andra's dirty uniform, then a moment later the guy put on a made-up look of guilt. "Well! Your clothes are dirty, huh. Sorry yes, I was going to take out the trash but you happen to be there, anyway. So, I can't be different, huh. Which is elo, which is the trash can!"

Andra grabbed Bara's white uniform collar, then pulled it rough to make Bara's head look up. The short sentence that was thrown from Bara's lips seemed to be very influential for Andra until he ignited his emotions. Eric wanted to mediate their emotions, but it seemed like they were hard to break down as usual.

"I told you, don't ever look for my problems."

Andra looked at Bara with a clear look of hostility. Moreover, Andra's cold sentence always dominates the atmosphere that feels gripping.

Bara smiled slantedly while raising next to his eyebrows. "Lo thinks I care? I'm never afraid, you are!"

"Shoppers, lo!"

It has exceeded the limit now. Andra clenched her hands tightly, as if channeling all the rumbling emotions in her chest.

Andra was not someone who easily held back the emotions that bound her. The guy can vent his anger with what and anyone who was nearby at the time. Especially if someone ignites their emotions.

"ANDRA!!"

The atmosphere was silent for a moment. It even stopped breathing oxygen into his lungs. His gaze was still cold. As cold as fog that is difficult to touch by the wind. Making his tightly clenched palm together those thousands of overflowing emotions come to a halt in the air. Until time seems to stop ticking.

Bara laughed at Andra inwardly, smiling contentedly looking at Andra's unflattered bead of eyes.

"Wellcome to the hell, Andra."

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Adyra steadied her footsteps towards the classroom—Sebelas Ipa Lima— which is at the end of this hallway. Well, who else would he meet if it wasn't a stiff guy named Andra. Don't be surprised if the girl finds out where the classroom guy— who likes to keep his palms in his pants pocket—it. It was very easy to get because of the popularity of Andra who incidentally as the son of a principal, as well as the most unruly students throughout Pancasila High School.

The girl smiled.

Imagining her cold face alone had already made the girl pull her lips to smile knots automatically. What if I meet in person? Ah, maybe it feels like something is exploding in his stomach to make him smile amusedly.

Occasionally the girl slipped the children's hair between her earlobes that began to fly because they were carried away by the wind that greeted her. Even the coolness of the wind that hit his facial skin would not be able to hide the smile of his lips that was in stark contrast to his current feelings.

The girl put her palm out the window, to sharpen her gaze covered by dust attached to the window glass. With the glass conditions are a little opaque, making Adyra feel difficulty because it does not find Andra from outside here.

Ughhhh! The cleaners here should be more diligent in cleaning all the glass in this school. Demonise.

Adyra decided to go near a door, which was deliberately given a deep brown paint to add the impression of beauty to the compound door. The girl stood beside the door in a wry wig, hoping to find Andra there. But the result is nil. Andra wasn't there.

But Adyra is not a typical girl who gives up easily. This was evident by this time, he was still standing in the doorway, hugging his lunchbox while waiting for Andra to display his nose.

A man wearing a pair of earphones in both ears began to observe Adyra carefully from inside the classroom. The goal he looked at Adyra, until the man took the initiative to approach her.

"Who's looking?"

Adyra's originally expanding smile had now faded away after seeing who was talking to her was not someone she was looking for. Adyra looked at the guy for a while, then turned her gaze into the classroom. "Gue find Andra."

Adyra saw the guy frowning, then looked at Adyra with a judging look, until his gaze stopped at the lunchbox he was carrying, two seconds later he chuckled.

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"Kalo elo want to meet Andra to give food, mendingan you back to class lo aja, deh. Rather than later you hurt, because you witnessed for yourself how delicious lo food can end up in the trash," he said sarcasm.

Adyra narrowed her eyes dislike, "Eh, denger ya—" Adyra glanced at the name tag plastered on the right chest of the guy, "—Erico M. Affandi. I'm here to meet Andra, not to meet you! If you don't want to tell Andra where, jaudah! I can find it myself."

The girl wanted to walk away, but her steps came to a halt when the boy named Erico said something about Andra.

"Lo won't meet Andra in any corner of this school. Except..."

The guy hung up his sentence, making Adyra turn around out of curiosity. "Except...except what?"

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A room dominated by white paint, it looks very quiet, without sound. Even regular breaths can now be heard clearly in that quiet, quiet room.

The figure of the beautiful woman who had a firm face was sitting quietly in front of Bara and Andra who still carried an aura of fierce hostility. The woman got up from her seat of greatness, then turned to look at the bead of Andra's eyes which glanced in another direction.

"I'm disappointed in you." The tone of the sentence sounds so soft, but Andra doesn't even heed it.

"I'm, really disappointed in you, Andra."

Andra and Bara were still silent on the spot, with opposite moods. I knew the woman was angry. And that's a good sign for him.

Andra looked into those eyes deeply. It was obvious that the eyes were shining a feeling of sadness and disappointment that was covered simultaneously. But Andra will not collapse. He will hate that woman. A selfish woman who has big ambitions for what Andra hates. He hated that look. That gaze always implied the affection that even made Andra hate her even more.

"I know. And I never regret the actions I took."

"You think, by force can solve all problems? When will you listen to me? When are you going to think of me as a mother you respect?!!"

"should have. Before you ask me that question, do you ever think that I would question the same thing? Even you trust the words of others more than your own son."

"Don't talk to you! You don't deserve to say that in front of me!"

"What should I deserve??" Andra paused for a moment, then laughed wryly. "I should be aware, if I've never been valuable in your eyes."

"ANDRA!!"

Reya Sasmitha had lost to her emotions. He almost threw a loud slap along with overflowing emotions. He looked at Andra who was looking at him blankly. His heart seemed to be threatened by the thousands of painful swords as he looked into those eyes. The eyes of his favorite son.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The sound of knocking on the door made everyone who was in the room interested to see who was coming. With the exception of Andra.

Now, the single door had opened perfectly, and revealed a person who was still standing in the doorway there with a serious face.

"What are you doing?" tanya Reya tried to be calm, while letting her in.

The person was silent for a moment looking at Andra who was still sitting facing Reya without caring about her presence. Suddenly he sighed.

"I can explain, if Andra is innocent, Mom."

A moment later, Andra was stunned. Even before the guy turned his head, he was already able to recognize that familiar voice.

Andra looked at him briefly then looked at him cynically. The serious face of a big-eyed girl—who was originally serious, now turned into a wide grin as she stared at the cold bead of Andra's eyes.

That woman, Adyra.

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"Aldraaha!!"

His straight hair that was deliberately left unraveled was waving along with his footsteps.

Adyra ran a little, to compensate for Andra's wide stride with her sneakers.

"Andra, how is that? I thought about it in front of Bu Reya. But now you're leaving me. Which one's thanks?"

"Nothing is."

"What's that?"

"Gue never asked you to make me believe, did you?"

Adyra snorted in annoyance after hearing the cynical sentence that was thrown from Andra's mouth. The girl did not remain silent. He pulled Andra's hand to make him jerk with his position now facing the girl right.

"Simpen said thank you. You can say when. I just wanted this love."

Andra frowned as she stared at the lunchbox that Adyra had placed on her. "Gue doesn't need."

"But this will make—"

"DO IT!" Adyra jumped in shock to make her chest as if jerked, as Andra raised her voice. His body was frozen. The girl was a little scared after seeing Andra's reaction that was far from her estimation. And Adyra believes that Andra is snapping at him right now.

"It can't be, you're bothering me again. I never liked you! So instead of wasting time, mending you go now."

Now, Adyra looked at Andra's back that was getting away and waltzing away into her classroom which was right at the end of this hallway.

Adyra was silent, then bowed to look at the dining box in her hand right now.

Well, rejected again.

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The storm of rain that felt so swift as if he did not ignore it at all. The man passed across the still-wet highway with anger overflowing in his chest.

Upset, angry, disappointed, has become a contrasting blend that he has not once or twice felt, but perhaps even almost every day.

His hands clenched firmly increasing the speed of the car he was driving in order to vent the emotions that were shackling in him. His chest cavity seemed narrow and hot, even with the presence of the rain this afternoon could not hold it for a moment.

Andra pulls off her black sports car entering a mansion on the other end. He parked his car in front of the garage.

Andra entered the house through a chocolate-patched door with a lazy step.

Slender.

As always.

The guy rubbed his face rough, drowning his face behind his palm. By occasionally punching the soft mattress with his hands, trying to vent the emotions he had been harboring. It's been kept for years, since everything changed.

Suddenly his phone rang and displayed a short message on his phone screen.

From: +62838719xxxxx

Maybe you could get away from me. But this is still not how much. Wait for my next surprise.

- Fare

Andra gritted her teeth after reading the message. The guy dumped his original phone on the bed. But a moment later, he found a familiar object from inside his slightly open backpack.

Andra reached into her backpack and found a heart-shaped lunch box.

Must have a crazy chick. Demonise.

Andra turned the ball lazily because he saw a piece of paper also tucked on top of the lunch box.

Andra..

Sorry if I made you angry, earlier. Don't be angry if I'm sassy. I know you haven't eaten since the incident. Eat yes!! You can throw away my food again, if you don't like it. But. just don't forget to eat.

Andra slammed the lunchbox on the nightstand, shaking her head in surprise. 'No, no, no, no, girl.'

Suddenly, his stomach was rumbling.

He wanted to get out of bed and maybe eat a plate of rice with some other fruits. But a moment later, the man remembered something.

Bi Sumi did not cook today.

The guy snorted in annoyance. He then took out a cell phone that was located next to his body. Then start typing a restaurant phone number for delivery order. "Dam."

But unfortunately, the number he was referring to could not connect because a second later his phone automatically turned off. And it indicates if the phone battery runs out, and unfortunately again.. "Why use the show lights off everything, anyway!"

The man lit a candle he picked up in the drawer next to his bed, just to get some light.

His stomach was already very rumbling due to not filled a single grain of rice. The guy glanced at the dining box that was above the nightstand. He wants to take it, but the ego dominates him to be unaffected.

Andra groaned in frustration. A second later he grabbed the lunchbox violently, then started to open it.

The fragrant aroma was now starting to seep into his nasal cavity. Although with a simple menu such as fried rice with an egg of beef eyes has arouse his taste.

"So I'm not a laper, really males eat food from tuh gesrek chick!"

Andra fed a spoonful of rice into her mouth, then started chewing it slowly. There was a bit of shock from the mimic of Andra's face, but a moment later the guy smiled faintly.

"Many as well."

The man ate the food from Adyra with his heart until the toilet was not left. Yeah, no other choice. Than he starved to death for not eating. It's not very.

The man sighed in relief after eating the food. Then, display a thin smile.

Whoaa—Andra was able to smile even though it only looks as thin as sewing thread. If Adyra saw it, it could be imagined if she would jump around in excitement like a baby who could just walk.

Until a while after that, the guy realized while glancing at the empty dining box that had been exhausted he said.

"What do I do smile about?"

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