Supposes

(8) Misadventure (unexpected)

"That chick ain't no tired of ya, chasing you on." Eric opens his voice, while devouring the sandwich Andra finds in his locker— which is neatly wrapped in a square lunchbox.

Who else if not Adyra? He even spiked the lunchbox with a sticky note he placed on the lid of the blue container.

To: Cold Andra

To: Sweet Adyra

Norak!

One word that came to Andra's mind while reading it. Until the moment he wants to throw it in the trash can, Eric thwarts his plan and instead snatches the lunchbox out of his hands. 'Mubadzir! Love me, let it not be sinful, ' he said.

"Yes. Usually also if there are girls who like the same lo, surely the guts have been shrill to just look lo doang look. Elo.elo is fierce. Ahaha! Salute me the same girl." chirped Aldo origin.

"Sokay you know, Do! That Cinta—primadona school also no tired of chasing Andra. He's even more extreme. Stamp-necked mauk like lizards!" Rio returned Aldo's curse with vigor, while occasionally devouring his meatballs.

"Kalo si Cinta anyway, emang basic her aja that kegatelan kayak chili!"

"Cabe-cabe that's still a former lo too times, Do! Ahaha!"

"Damn lo!"

Aldo throws a wad of tissue into Eric's face, after licking his former chili. While Eric and Rio were even widened amused because of Aldo's angry look. And Andra? Don't ask him again. Daritadi the disheveled haired guy did not budge from his leisurely sitting position while staring at the phone screen without blinking. He didn't even order food at all. Just a glass of iced tea that had no interest in being touched, with the ice cubes already on the verge of melting.

"Woy! Seriously very lo! See that again, huh lo?" aldo is investigating.

"Eh, bego! It's in woy's canteen! Don't make me disgusted by the horror of your dirty talk, deh!" Eric clings to Aldo's head unilaterally, until the master complains.

"Don't mistake me, dong! Salahin Andra! Why lure suspicion my pinter brain!"

"When was your brain pinter? If the brain is a bitch!"

"Astaghfirullah's... Aldo slandered the same Rio Ya Allah. Don't forgive him."

"Basar Ota Hong Kong, lo!"

"Well? Since when does Hong Kong have camels, Yo?"

"Since my grandmother went to Pakistan."

Ooh! More and more of a boy!

Drr!!

A vibration felt in Eric's pants pocket attracted his attention. The guy unlocked his phone screen.

"Eh, my WhatsApp!" Andra immediately raised her head, turning to look at Eric - whose phone just shook - curiously. As if interested in anything that concerns the matter of Bara, his arch-enemy.

"What did he say?" ask Rio.

"Bettle to the Jl racing circuit. Gada at 7pm, today. If you don't all come, you're cowards."

Eric clicked dislike after reading a short message on his phone screen. Aldo hit the table in front of him spontaneously, causing a loud enough sound and attracting the attention of all the residents of the canteen. "Surely he'll trap us again."

Rio nodded his head, agreeing with the revelation from Aldo's mouth. "Not come by! He must have planned something."

"Yes really."

All the guys at the table nodded in agreement, Andra was no exception. He was still trembling while looking straight at her blankly. As if knowing the nature of Andra who was easily provoked by emotions, Rio patted her shoulder slowly. "Don't fishing. You know, he's sneaky?"

Andra brushed off Rio's hand on her shoulder, then looked at the guy with her flat look. "Gue will go there, even if you don't all come."

"Lo's crazy!" Aldo glared furiously. "Lo didn't want to, the last time he took us to Gada and ended up at the police station with his hands cuffed? You want to deal with the same apparatus again? If so, ogah!"

Andra changed her sitting position casually. "Gue was not a fool who would fall in the same hole a second time. And I'm not a coward who can only avoid such trivial problems. Him, there's nothing for me."

Andra got up from her chair, then waltzed away leaving her friends staring at the confused guy. That kid is stubborn. Said 'don't' even volunteer. Those who incidentally have known Andra since the first class was no longer surprised by the attitude of Andra who likes to act as she pleases without heeding the risks that would threaten him. What about ego? He's outmatched. Andra will do anything not to drop her pride. Yes, he is selfish.

"Friday again, the stone."

•••

19.05 WIB

Sweep the cold night wind as if not dampen his intention to stare outside the window of his room. The girl supported her chin while observing the atmosphere of the brightly lit sky with thousands of stars and crescent moons complementing it.

A beautiful night, without rain.

Adyra breathed heavily. Since the incident earlier this morning in the corridor, the girl had not found Andra's nostrils at all. Even after he sent a box of crumpled bread inside the boy's locker. For a moment, the girl thought.

"He angry?"

I don't know. Thousands of times that sentence crossed his mind. Even if Andra is angry what's the problem? Not every day he always stalked Andra to make the guy ride apitam huh? But this time, the problem is different. Maybe the paper was valuable to that guy. And Adyra kept it to herself. But that's not his right, is it?

"Bego! Andra must be mad!"

The girl cursed herself. He should apologize now. Got to! If I could be like-rang-ju-ga! But, how does he apologize? His home address does not know. No. gabe. Let alone home address, mobile number alone does not have! Hu! Be fat!

Adyra thought hard as she walked back and forth beside her bed. He's looking for the name of someone who might be able to help him meet Andra. For a moment, a brilliant idea popped up unintentionally in his mind.

Brother Nando.

Gotchas! Exact person!

There's no way Nando doesn't have the phone number of the person who just performed at his cafe, right?

The girl scrolled her phone screen, until she found the contact she was looking for there. He pressed the green button—call then attached his phone to the ear.

"Hello?"

"What?"

"Can you help me, brother?"

•••

Brreeyoumm!!

The distinctive noise of the motor is loud deafening. Plus, the hustle and bustle of teenagers who are busy shouting at their respective heroes. At the other end, Andra observed them with occasional eyes peeling at their faces one by one. That guy's looking for Bara. An inexhaustible rascal was looking for trouble with him. He said he'd be at Gada at seven in the evening. But what now? Fifteen minutes had passed, but the rancid man had not yet displayed his nose.

Andra's already hot here. Since then, the girls in that place were pouring charm towards him. Starting from the contact, ask for a mobile number, until someone suddenly hugs him from behind. 'Crazy ones! This chick doesn't know yet huh, who am I?'

"It's better that you take your fucking hand off my waist, before my hand's confessing to something that's not-not the same elo."

The tone of the sentence is still the same. It sounded cold and threatening. But, the girl who was hugging him was even more tightening her arm link.

"Lakuin aja's. I'm waiting."

The girl whispered in Andra's ear. And it made Andra's blood boil all the way to his crown.

"okay! What if I broke your hand?"

Kriieett—

"Awwhhh!"

Unexpectedly, the guy twisted his arm until he grimaced in pain. "Basin' crazy guy!"

Andra looked at him cynically until the girl got out of his presence. Macem-macem is the same as polar! It's stone, right?

"My nyariin?"

Andra turned to the source of the voice behind her. Andra's cold gaze seemed to get a disgusting smirk smile from the guy who just greeted her.

Aldino Bara. The guy who—wearing a leather jacket with brown—it approached Andra, with two girls who took both arms possessive. Andra shuddered amusedly looking at the behavior of the two girls on Bara's arm. 'Dissolve' his mind.

"Urusan lo same me. Not my same friend."

"Whoassa! Relax dong! It's a real rush, anyway." Bara patted the cold guy's shoulder slowly. "We're jumping into the circuit now. If you win, my car makes you!"

The guy sniffs his chin towards his latest red sports car, which is right behind his body. Andra glanced at him at a glance, then raised next to her eyebrows. "How did I lose?"

Bara was silent for a moment, without turning his sneaky gaze to Andra's bead of eyes. "Lo's self-worth, make me." the guy smiled obliquely. "Lo's gonna be my advocate for a week, and you're gonna have to follow all my orders."

Crazy one! This guy's mouth asking for a chili-in, huh? Andra was not at all afraid of Bara's threat. Look at his expression now. Andra smiled-ralat-smiled obliquely more precisely. From the past, Bara was a hobby of looking for problems with Andra, but ultimately, he was also the loser. So about cowardice, it's more aptly pasted in Bara's name. What name is more appropriate? Bara Aldino the coward, or the coward Bara?

"Let's start the game."

The wisps of smoke billowing from the teahot pit seemed to suffocate anyone who inhaled them. Fortunately, no one had heart disease there. If anything, he must have collapsed because he was surprised by various types of noise that deafened their eardrums.

Andra stuck her motor gas without taking off the handbrake that she tightly clenched in her palm. Bara also did the same thing with Andra, still playing the familiarpot sound. Until the figure of the girl in jeans stood in front of them carrying a black-and-white flag that was deliberately waved.

"Ready?" the girl's sentence was replied by a nod by them.

Until the girl counts down, "3.2.1.."

Brraashh!!

The sound of applause echoed in the racecourse. Some people supported Andra, and some people also supported Bara. The coolness of the night air that pierced the pores of his skin as if not a big problem for Andra and Bara. They even play the gas motorbike, fighting who is the front one among them.

One breath, Andra surpassed him. The man wearing the black leather jacket smiled obliquely towards Bara who was left far behind him. But of course Bara did not stay silent. He was looking for a gap, so he could ride the black Andra motorcycle that was running fast. And unfortunately, Andra was smarter than him.

The man moved shrewdly blocking the path Bara wanted to cross. Do not ask again how furious Bara was at that time.

The narrow-eyed guy was already on the line with Andra. suddenly, Andra's motor balance was a little shrewd because something was up. Shit, Bara kicked the motorbike to make the guy almost staggered.

Andra increased the speed of his motor ahead of Bara. But the guy didn't stay quiet. He always took the opportunity to make Andra's balance decay. Andra couldn't last long. That guy's really not sane. Till,

Bruubuak!! Argghh!!

It only took a split second, the motor hit the left side of the road. His body bounced away from his motor. His head hit something, causing a loud enough sound when stumbled with the helmet part. Andra groaning. The pain hit the right part of his body, right on the arm that is still wrapped in a leather jacket. And that leather jacket is torn out of shape right now.

That is the result of his stubbornness that has been advised. Already know, Bara is a human being. But still he was still willing to follow his stupid game.

Both of Andra's eyelids closed, trying to brush off the pain that spread throughout his body. The guy fingered the pocket of his jeans, trying to find his phone and intending to ask someone for help. But unfortunately, that intent seemed to vanish as the sound of a loud buzzing siren in his ears.

"Damn it, it's the police!"

•••

"Lo sure, Yo?"

Aldo widened his eyes as if in disbelief with a sentence thrown from Rio's mouth. "Seriously! Tadi—hh—gue see police cars again patrol around Gada. I'm not lying, suer!" rio said stammered while regulating his breath.

From the story he told, Rio was on his way to Eric's house by riding a motorcycle. The direction of Eric's house indeed passed through the area of Jalan Gada which is always quiet especially at night. And while the guy was still focusing on the street, he heard the siren of a typical police car. Until the moment the boy closed his eyes, he remembered something. Andra was there setting out alone to face Bara.

"Call him for a spit! Tell me the location isn't safe" Eric said in a panic.

"I've talked about it many times, but it's not lifted up!" Aldo spoke up, trying to contact Andra.

"Old lo! Right here! Let me make the call!"

•••

Tut-tut-tut..

Adyra frowned in surprise. If counted, the girl has contacted Andra 15 times. And until now, there is still no answer. Not just that. The girl has also sent a short message many times like Hi, How are you?, Hello, This is Andra?, Bales dong!, I'm a pretty girl!, Response times!, You're a little lost!, you'll have to answer your questions!, but there is no response to make Adyra's own scourge. What would Bang Toyib be? Tell me that there is no news! Elah!

The girl rolled her eyes riled. Not on the phone, do not meet directly, the nature is the same. There is no sweetness.

Adyra slammed her phone on the mattress, then grabbed a black sweater, and jogger pants from her closet. Perhaps, he would spend time in Nando's cafe as usual. Rather than in a mulu house, there is no work. Don't ask about PR! Of course the girl has been working on it since she came home from school. Diligent right? Yes tumben diligently!

"Where are you going?"

Adyra turned to the source of the voice. Papanya—Andi is seriously struggling with his laptop screen. But his daily activities he tried not to interfere with his monitoring of his daughter. Moreover, he was the only old man Adyra had.

"Dyra's going to Nando's cafe, Pa."

"Papa anter—"

"No, Papa's busy. Anyway, this decoction cafe."

"Judek. Don't come home by 9 o'clock, will you?"

"No. If I come home at 9, afraid I'll be Cinderella's pumpkin."

"What the hell? Be careful there."

Andi kissed Adyra's cheek before she sauntered away. By the time the girl was in the doorway, the grizzled man smiled. "Dimas will no longer hurt you. Papa promised."

•••

Be ill.

Andra tried to maintain his balance, even though his footsteps were now being shaken. The guy's appearance was already very messy. His black jeans were torn at the knees, with a leather jacket that looked dirty. His forehead and arms were drenched in blood, and it made Andra look like a zombie.

His gaze was slightly blurry, as the pain that struck his head seemed unbearable. The man sat his body on a wall near the alley with a leaning position. His energy seemed to be drained so that he could not just walk to the highway.

Jalan Gada is always quiet, especially at night. Andra tried to make her voice out, even just to say the word 'please' was very difficult. His voice seemed to be choking. All parts of his body are in pain now. Fucking embers! That guy is bored of living apparently.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps rang out faintly in his ears. Andra is grateful in her heart. Luck was on his side. The guy was trying to straighten up, and hoping that the guy could find himself drooping here. But for a moment, his voice was held back. When someone is seen carrying a gun.

'How did that cop get here, anyway!' it's in the heart.

Andra, who had originally walked forward, now began to backtrack slowly. Very slowly so as not to attract the attention of the apparatus towards him. Steps limped. He should be able to escape from this damned place. He doesn't want to deal with that damn officer.

The guy tried to run as far as he could. His legs sprained slightly, making his speed become limited. Every now and then, the man propped his body up on the wall with a breath of breath.

Brakk!!

"Who is that?"

Andra's left arm accidentally nudged a wooden beam that was leaning beside her body. Andra clasped her body against the wall, trying to hide behind the wall. But his body is getting weaker. The pain seemed to control his body unilaterally.

A man wearing the uniform of the apparatus was getting closer to his place of intercourse. This time, Andra is out. Fuck him if he has to end up at the police station. His eyelids until tightly closed due to enduring the pain that bubbled.

Body decays. The guy is weak behind the wall. Unable to withstand the pain that seemed to take away all the strength of his body support. Both of his nostrils were unceasingly draining blood. His head hurts. Tight chest.

His body seemed to flinch for a few seconds.

The man resigned if he would end up in the interrogation room which only highlighted one lamp and a few officers there.

But, somehow his palm did not feel cold or hurt because of handcuffed. Silent. There was no typical police clashing sound that he often met while arresting a criminal. The guy frowned confused. Andra was on the verge of her consciousness. But his eyes are still closed. He had no idea who was pulling him at the moment. Obviously, he's not a cop.

Until the moment Andra tried to open her eyes, her eyes rounded in shock until she almost shouted. But the person before him silenced his mouth, with his palm. The figure shook his head, hinting Andra not to speak. Andra obeyed him.

With dim lighting, he tried to sharpen his slightly blurry vision. The man glared in disbelief at the figure standing right in front of his face.

Real close.

The palm of the hand fell from Andra's lips. The figure looked at Andra with a look of eyes that drenched worry. As the figure patted softly on Andra's cheek, she gasped from her daydream.

"No papa?"

His body decays as light as cotton. His knees were kneeling, as if there was not a single bit of bone supporting his weight. A familiar voice that he knew very well. The eyes she always avoided. And finally, it's all dark.

The guy fainted.

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