Sweet Enemy's

Be home Together

Wiji came home at the end of the day because he was still carrying out the sweeping picket class. Actually it's still tomorrow's schedule, but he's used to doing it like this. Just in case, who knows he's late tomorrow. In addition there was another reason, he was embarrassed if he met Ardi in the parking lot.

At two in the afternoon Wiji can only carry out his picket. Yes, it was because he had to wait for the condition of the class to become quiet. Wiji deliberately raise the bench to the table to facilitate cleaning. Floors, tables, windows, even classroom ceilings do not go unnoticed for cleaning. Wiji took over a quarter of an hour to complete. When the condition of the class was clean and tidy, Wiji took his bag. He walked out slowly and then closed the door. He took the shoes on the shelf. A moment later he sat down on the terrace floor and put on his shoes.

Wiji stood up after his shoes were perfectly worn. Stared by the field that looked empty, other classes were also in the condition of closed doors, very quiet. However, it seems there are still teachers who have not returned home, seen from some motorcycles that are in the teacher's parking lot.

Next Wiji walked towards the bicycle parking lot. He thought it was completely deserted, there were still other bikes in the place. Wiji walked up to his red Phoenix bike which was at the very west corner. He had to move the other bike so that his bike could get out. Wiji complained a little. Conditions like this are often experienced. Understandably, he was used to leaving in the morning. The bike will always be at the front.

The distance from school to home is quite far. Maybe during the trip will feel tiring and boring, usually there are friends telling stories when pedaling a bicycle.

"Just come home, Ji?"

Wiji was jolted to cause the bike he was holding fell to spread to another bike. This is his fucking day. Wiji looked at the source of the voice. There a man laughed without feeling guilty.

"Can you be careful, Ji?"

"The ardi!"

The presence of the man really gave a surprise to Wiji. The parking lot is behind the IPA laboratory and library and is adjacent to the cafeteria. Maybe Ardi was taking snacks that he put in the canteen. Despite all of Ardi's annoying nature, Wiji likes one thing from Ardi. The man was never shy about bringing his mother's merchandise cake to school. Every time he went to school, he carried a basket tied up in the bonnet of his bicycle.

"The crafters are pickets" said Ardi with his trademark smile that made Wiji's chest rumble.

"What, anyway. Not to help even nyiyir aja," said Wiji.

"Oh, need some help? Say, dong, Ji."

Ardi's words were impressed. Ardi should be sensitive when he sees others in distress. Wiji did not answer him, he wanted to try himself. In a hurry he set up the bikes, hoping no severe damage was caused.

"That's your bike?"

Wiji just nodded. Ardi then placed his cake basket on the long bench available at the place. He helped Wiji move the bike, sprightly too apparently.

"Now, just calm down. Nothing is broken, though. Even if something breaks, I take responsibility," explained Ardi while directing the Wiji bike to the exit.

"Thank you, Di," said Wiji slowly. Yeah, there was a bit of hope when Ardi said that. Almost he was upset to think about the fate of his savings if he had to replace the damage.

"Either. You're heading north, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why, anyway? Also," said Ardi. He then took his onthel bicycle.

Wiji grumbled in his heart. His intention to go home late so as not to meet the enemy, it turns out to go home together.

"Udah, yok!"

Wiji tried to spread himself, after a few minutes to waste time waiting for Ardi, it turns out that Ardi even drove first to the gate. Stupid, Wiji doesn't care. Even if Ardi left him, he knew the way home.

***

"Usually go home by yourself?"

After being busy in silence, Ardi finally opened the conversation. The journey of the two teenagers is still far, they have to pass the long road left right in the form of rice fields.

Wiji was initially pleased that Ardi had not left him. The man asked Wiji to go ahead in front of him. However, Wiji began to feel bad, Ardi who was originally behind him was now aligned beside him. Honestly, a little Wiji did not dare to glance at the man at the moment.

"If you can't be alone. You're not afraid that suddenly someone follows you, but there are rarely people passing by."

"No need to worry, Di!"

"Whoever wants to, this is a fact. There used to be legals here," said Ardi.

"Here, right? Now?"

"Dibilangin. Kirain you are quiet, not chatty. It turns out the same! It's even more crowded than a tin of sheep."

From the beginning, Wiji thought Ardi was different from other men. Obviously different, Ardi likes to the point when talking. It doesn't matter whether it hurts the feelings of others or not.

"Can you just shut up, Di? Nysel came home with you."

"Niesel? I should be proud to be home with you. There are a lot of girls who want to be with me."

"Oh, huh? Whoa, cool, dong!"

"Ji, I know why no one has a crush on you. Besides still like a child, you do not like to hear advice from others," said Ardi again.

"Ha, advice? What did I hear the last part of it in the form of advice?" wiji chirps are full of affirmation.

"Yes at first glance it sounds like ordinary talk, but implied it contains advice," Ardi defended himself.

"Bodo very! No matter if anyone has a crush or not. Still Junior High, no need to think about love."

"Say no!"

"High blood I go home with you. It wants to keep nampol you!"

"Look easy this time. But you exclaimed as well as it turned out, a stiff kirain kayak kanebo dry."

"Ilham Ardiansyah, listen carefully. I shut it down to someone who wasn't familiar with me. You see if I'm the same as Ida? I laugh a lot" explained Wiji.

"Yes, I see it often."

"Silent attention turns out." Wiji laughed, but he was trying not to be GR-gr.

"But your voice is like Mak Lampir when you laugh." Ardi chuckles.

"See the servant, O Allah."

Ardi laughed for the umpteenth time. A moment later the two were silent, there was no talk. A biker from behind sounded his horn. Ardi overtook Wiji until he was in the front position.

"Monggo, Sir!"

Ardi nodded as soon as the biker preceded him. It turned out that Ardi knew manners as well. The biker smiled and replied with a nod. Wiji was happy. If you look at it like that, too.