The First High School Love

Chapter 4 Abdi and Iko

Matari stared at the quiet space of Mading's exculus as usual. There was only Kak Citra who was chatting with Kak Nana. Seno is nowhere to be seen. Even Echa.

“That's it, Matari. How's Ri? Denger-denger lo abis sick huh?” ask Kak Citra.

“Si Seno pake says Matari soy sauce mading. We're not good. Yes, yes, Ri. I will not skip my exkul anymore, kok.”

Matari smiles. “Not, Brother. Just drop again.”

“Oh yes, this Abdi nitipin made lo. Same bread milk box. Duh, lakanyaaa have a very good temen.” Kak Citra's.

Matari stared at the same brand of milk box that Abdi gave her on Monday the day after tomorrow. Bread given is also bread that is not purchased at the cooperative or school cafeteria. The person who gave it was definitely too intent to buy the product outside of school.

“Now Where's the Abby, Brother?” ask Matari again.

“Udah play ball again that. Nih just came just nitip bag doang same food for lo it.” Sahut Kak Citra's.

“Self?”

“Neg. The same deketnya. I don't know his name. The same often he.”

Matari nodded in understanding. Then put the bread and milk in his own bag.

***

Returning home, Abdi still does not appear to be his presence. Matari decided to go home. It's too late afternoon. He couldn't have just waited for Abdi to ask about milk the other day.

He walked slowly through the ball field. Abdi seemed to be there with the boys exkul ball.

Matari ended up waiting on the sidelines and looking for an opportunity to call Abdi.

“Kata Pito, you call me?” ask Abdi while approaching Matari on the edge of the field.

Matari looked at Abdi. “Di, you can tell me, what's with this milk?”

“Hmmm, can't, Mat. Too early now.”

“Why? This is from lo?”

Abdi shakes. Then gasping for a glance at his football team.

“Terus, if not lo who?”

“Gue also sprained gini, fear you are wrong. But it's not from me. Oh, that's the last one. I don't want to be signed again.”

“Again? You mean there's more?”

Abdi shrugged his shoulders. “Ndon't know. But I can't tell you now who it is from. Sorry, Mat. Yes, I went back again. In the afternoon, you meningan go home from looking for Eyang lo deh.”

Matari looked at Abdi who was returning to the field. There were quite a number of boys in the field that he knew. Almost all known. And he had no clue who gave him milk and bread. Is there any of them?

The popularity of Lisa as Cover Girl certainly makes her quite well known as well. Moreover, Thea also stands out in the Basketball exkul. He was nothing more than a mading officer. But mading officers are popular for hanging out with popular children.

Lisa has always been able with her charms to make people turn their heads. Her face is Arabic and Indonesian. There was still a little English blood flowing there. His hair was tanned and his nose was pointed. But almost everyone in her school knows, Lisa was never smart enough in any subject.

Thea, her height is just average. But he was firm and fierce. His arrogance was even visible as he walked. He's a great fit to be class president or captain of any team. Average intelligence. Just ordinary. A ranking of 15 out of 40 students was quite satisfying. Being the leader of something is one of his goals. Academic grades later.

Matari herself is a Javanese-faced girl but has merged with the capital. His eyes were round, his nose was not sharp, but neither was that small. Lips thin. His face was round but thin. Her hair was wavy without going to the salon. And of course the silent piercing in his upper right ear was the achievement of his meager rebellion on his Eyeang.

Matari was confused, if there was a guy who paid attention to her, was it really serious? Not wrong people? Not to get Lisa's attention? Or Thea?

***

On Saturday, his father came with a bicycle. He said it was a healthy road gift. Because Matari walked all this time, his father finally gave it to Matari as compensation so that he could leave school sooner.

“If you want to try, do not go far. Do not exit complex.” His father said later.

Matari. He took his bike out of the house in a relaxed manner.

Just a few paddles, without realizing it he lost his balance and fell so hard.

“You're not papa?” the voice of a man near her.

Matari grimaced noticing the wound on her knee without caring for the guy who came nearby.

“To my home first, yuk.” Said the guy.

Visuals: Iko

Matari seemed confused between wanting to appreciate her invitation or not feeling good because she had just met at that time.

“No papa, we are neighbors, Ri. I house the color of that cream, which has the vine. My name is Iko.”

“You know me?”

“Mama knows you. Hehe. Yuk. Maaaa.. there is his grandson Eyang Poer ni.”.

A beautiful woman in her 40s came out. Matari was no stranger to her face. Pretty familiar. Maybe because of Arisan's one friend Princess. Must have stopped by the house a few times.

“Astaughfirullah, you've fallen, Ri?” asked the aunt when she saw Matari's wounds.

“Your bike chain is a bit tilted, I really first yes. You let Mama help you first to clean the wound.” Iko said as she went inside.

Iko came out again while carrying a P3K box and its gray hardware box.

“You know my name who?” tanya Aunty was friendly while cleaning Matari's wounds with water and cotton.

“Ndon't know, Aunt. Hmm. Sorry yes. I rarely hang out in the neighborhood.” Sahut Matari polite.

He realized, this big house is only 100 meters from his own house.

“Ngak papa's. Just relax. His name is ABG mah. Iko doesn't know anyone either. Except your family. You ever ngomelin him because of parking a motorcycle carelessly in front of your house. What time is it, Ko? It was a long time ago..”

“Hush, you are. Speaking in front of his granddaughter? Yes, my name is Indira. You can call me Aunt Indira. I know a lot about you. You often tell me about you and the Moon, your brother. Actually the moon is Iko's upperclassman now. But Iko never dared to go. You don't know. Moreover, said she grumpy grandmother.”

Matari grimaced while looking at Iko who was checking her bike. Iko smiled at him. Iko's curly hair seemed to move irregularly in the afternoon breeze.

“Still yes Brother, already helped. Thanks aunty, maaf repotin. I honestly do not know Eyang Putri if outside the same channel who. Just the face of Aunt is quite familiar anyway.”

“Call me Iko aja. No need for brothers. Brother Moon I still call KAK because he's my senior hahahah.”

Matari just chuckled at Iko's words. He looks good at fixing his new bike.

“Iya emang if you want to go arisan sometimes Auntie same Bu Aris likes nyamperin Eyang. Only Eyang often already left first.”

“Eyang will always help prepare the same house turn to make arisan, Aunt. He said that if we helped a lot later want to ask for help to any neighbor's house do not hesitate.”

“Default says Eyang you, Ri. Aunt agrees. Nih, stay in the plaster continue to run. Tomorrow aerated yes do not close plaster continues. Let the spit dry. This is a while to get an infection. There's a P3K at home? Revanol got no?”

“The power is still there Aunt.”

“Maclum yes, Ri. My mom is a retired nurse. So if the rich ginian thing is very ordinary. Supplies at home are also enough to treat wounds of people as complex as. Hahaha..”.

“Ihhh, Iko nih ya, really like mama menggeledekin. You later if you already know him will also be matedekin continue with him. Play here often. Well, even though your age is quite far away, but Iko here around here has no friends at all. Minimal make a difference. From the crawl continue to ride motor.”

“Iya, Aunt. Thanks yeah. The bike's not papa, is it Ko?”

“Ngak papa's. Still new, huh? It was just that the chain was a little slanted. Maybe because of the fall earlier you know, Ri.”

“Iya, dikir bokap. Winning the healthy street lottery in his office. Trus because he does not use yes given to me.” Matari said as she approached her bike while limping.

“Hmmm, the power hurts so much, Ko. You take her to the house of Eyang Poer. Can right? Just walk, let Matari menggelemesin his muscles as well.”

“Well Mama, I have an appointment with Kamal to go to Gramed.” Iko Sahut.

“Then meet in Gramed from here will just ride the angkot once. Mama pick up.” Aunt Indira said firmly.

“Angkot? Not cool, Ma.”

“Ya already, if that means today last ride the motor yes. Tomorrow the key Mama sita.”

“Mamaaaa... very strong..”.

“Makanya anterin Matari dong. Where can you ride a limp bike.”

“Hhhhh, yes, yes. Ri, wait a minute yes, I told you I first made a meeting directly at Gramed.”

Iko passed inside and was heard calling with a landline. Aunt Indira can only shake her head.

***

“So, you still have an actual sister, Ko?” matari asked when Iko told her about her attitude about riding a motor vehicle because her brother died from riding a motor vehicle as well.

“Yes, even though it's been a long time. My mom just doesn't want to repeat. My son now lives. My brother is calm in nature. Mama doesn't like me following my brother's trail riding the bike either. Actually I'm already 17 years old walopun class 1 High School. Motorcycle all this time just to go home to school. I don't run wild racing, my brother. I know the risks.”

Matari just nodded. “Yes, I know it doesn't feel good to lose someone we love so soon.”

Iko patted Matari's shoulder gently. “Sya, Ri. I lost a brother, a year later I was able to move on. I don't know what it's like to lose my mom. Therefore, if you want to play at home, just play. Surely I'm sure there are girls playing. Take Dong Kak Bulan. But he's a little out of my reach anyway.”

“Means?”

“Lo know not, Kak Bulan if at school it will enter the school core paskib tuh. Their gang is a school game besides cheers and basketball. Brother you are that cool. Only he does not blend in with my rich commoners.”

“What's the matter, Ko? Your house is bigger and better than my house.”

“Hahaha, I forgot you were still Junior High. So in my school, the rich horde of Kak Bulan was untouchable, aka a high-class gang. Respect for anyone, appreciated by teachers, always in greeting security. Everyone knows them. I don't go into any gang. That's why I like to call myself a commoner at school. My only excursion is outdoor activity.”

“Neach mountain?”

“Bisaaaa. I picked up a BMX bike with kids skaters.”

“Keren very yes exkul-ekskul in SMA. So want to rush SMA.”

“Hahaha, I even want to rush to college.”

“Assalamualaikum, Eyang..”.

“Walaikumsalam. Loh you fell? Bimaaa...!”.

Matari's father is out. “Why the hell, Mom? Hello, Matari?”

“Iya, Dad. It fell in front of Aunt Indira's house. Helped by their families. Keep his son, Iko take me here.”

“Kok call him that rude, Ri? You're much younger than Iko, right?” ask Eyang again.

“Ah, no papa, Eyang. I asked him to call me aja, kok.” Timpal Iko soon.

“Hmmm, don't be rich. Call him Pakek Abang or Sis or Mas is up to you. I don't like it if it's not polite.”

“Already, Mom. This is not the time to name people. Thank you, Iko, greetings to your Papa Mama yes. Sorry to trouble.” Cut Dad.

“Not a problem, Om. Okay, I'll excuse you. This is a package of drugs for Matari. Last time loving Mama, afraid at home Eyang stock less.”

“Still a lot yes I…. Brother Iko...” said Matari with a big smile.

Iko returned that smile to Matari. The deg! Matari's heart was beating faster. Suddenly he felt embarrassed to see Iko's face. The smile he had seen just now seemed unusual.

***

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