The Horizon Boundaries

Ch. 4 Curious

The sound of screaming filled the outdoor field. Kick the basketball with footsteps forced to run. Sweat washed over the shirt worn. Many are clustered boisterously on the sidelines just encouraging the idol star. Shining eyes excitedly looked at the course of the match.

Maisa sat leaning next to the second floor window. His eyes fixedly staring at those who were cool playing in the heat of the sun. His hands were chin-backed, index fingers were tapping his cheeks. In front of him was a blank canvas and a full-color palette. He squinted his glare, trying to find inspiration in the crowd.

Ken jumped the ball into the opponent's ring. What an amazing dunk. Maisa was stunned for a moment. The triumphant shout accompanied the end of the match. He smiled, began to incise brushes onto the blank canvas once in a while his eyes stole a glance towards the field.

Maisa's in the painting club. He has always loved painting. Only twelve people including him. In the room, he was accompanied by three club members who were also cool in painting. One man with glasses and two women.

"Asik saw them play basketball, huh? It's handsome anyway. Don't be interested, yes. It's hard, it's a lot of fans" said Mbak Maya, a senior at the fifth-semester campus.

He chuckled softly accompanied by the laughter of his two friends.

Maisa laughed a little. His hand was still sweeping his brush against the canvas. It must be admitted, basketball players all have above average looks.

"No, Ma'am."

Erik threw a small towel at Ken. He caught it immediately wiping the sweat that poured down his neck. His breath was a little breathless. He sipped a bottle of drink to the toilet. Erik and Kio did the same thing. His eyes stared bored at the crowd of girls who wanted to get close. Instead of being arrogant, he just wanted a privacy space.

The tail of his eyes caught a girl on the middle second floor with a chin. His eyes were on the basketball court. The two met face to face for a moment. His face is not foreign. She was the girl he saw on the second floor.

Ken smiled at him. The girl was surprised, her hands were detached while propping up her chin. He was hiding, disappearing from behind a window. Ken chuckles amusedly. Funny to see it wrong.

Both men looked at him in wonder. Erik and Kio turned their eyes towards the direction Ken had just seen. There's no one. Erik asked him who he saw, Ken said nothing just a small laugh.

Kio frowned. His eyes were still staring at the window. A familiar shadow in his eyes. His face turned sour. Seeing it, Erik's fad relapsed again.

“What to think? The girl who kicked the bottle back then, huh? How to get to it. Your face is like a tangled thread,” Erik teased him.

It was nice to see his friend emotionally when he touched on the incident at that time. Kio cursed in annoyance. His face turned red. Erik dared to tease her. Ken just laughed at it.

“Damn it!” disgrace.

“I go to the toilet first, deh. You guys go to class first. I'll catch up,” Ken said later.

Ken left his friends. After going to the toilet, he stopped by the canteen to buy ice cappucino. Soon his college hours begin. Mr. Bayu a killer lecturer, will not tolerate anyone who is late.

Ken rushed down the corridor. I heard a cell phone ringing in his pants pocket. Kio called asking him to hurry. In a fork, he accidentally bumped into a girl he saw in the window. The ice he was carrying spilled on his clothes. The book and the painting bag in the girl's hand fell over.

Maisa gawked at the incident just now. After realizing what had happened, he glared at the man who hit him. Ken helped pick up some books. His eyes looked at the girl before him worried. Feeling guilty, afraid that the girl is angry. Maisa remained silent, her hand continuing to pick up her luggage. There's a brownish stain on his shirt from a cappucino spill.

"sorry. I didn't mean it."

Ken scratched his non-itchy hair, driving away the groggy taste. Usually the girls who are groggy in front of him, now he even joined the keterindang.

Maisa just smiled a little. "It's okay, really. Thanks for helping."

Maisa glanced at her watch, it was soon time for class. He left, but his steps were stopped. Ken held his hand. The girl looked at him in wonder.

"Hm... Your shirt is dirty soon, tuh!”

“Then lend me your jacket, brother. Tomorrow I return it here.”

Ken took off his jacket, gave it to Maisa. The girl accepted it, immediately darting away after saying thank you. Ken gawked, he forgot one thing. Forgot to ask his name. He glanced at his watch.

Damnit damnit! I'm late for college.

The next day, Maisa settles into the corridor where she and Ken collide. His head looked left to right. Only a few students passed by. His hands hugged the jacket he had forcibly borrowed from Ken. The jacket was wrapped up neatly. Maisa leaned beside the window. He shook his right leg kicking the wind. Long enough to wait, Ken hasn't shown up. Maybe the man had forgotten. When he got out of there, someone called him.

Ken swore in his heart, his shooting took quite a long time. After he finished he rushed to the place leaving his two friends who were just staring at him in wonder. For the first time Ken wishes the girl had still not left. Normally he ignored all the girls who approached him. But the girl was different, from her eyes Ken knew the girl was not interested in him. He smiled kindly, looking like a friend.

Ken breathed a sigh of relief. The girl is still standing there. His face looks bored. The girl was about to leave. Ken called him right away.

"Wait a minute" he exclaimed.

Maisa stopped her steps and smiled. He looked at Ken. The guy's eyes are cold, yet friendly. His face was very handsome, his appearance was also attractive. Naturally, he is a model Maisa. He immediately shook off his ridiculous thoughts.

“This is the jacket, brother! Thank you so much for lending me your jacket. Yes although a little pushy, anyway.”

Maisa hands Ken's jacket. The man accepted it without saying anything. Just a short nod. Maisa turned around to leave.

Ken was surprised, the girl was about to just leave from him. He felt unaccepted. Ken caught the girl's hand. Maisa turned her body, looking at her in wonder.

Ken brought his face closer to the girl up to a few inches away. Maisa's heart was racing. His face was red. What did the man want to approach him. He's Kio's friend, Maisa must avoid him.

Maisa pushed Ken a little further away. Ken looked at him in wonder. The girl rejected his charm.

"Whose name? I'm Ken Arcadia." Ken put his hand out.

Without introducing herself, Maisa also already knew her name. Mia always told me about her and her two friends, especially Kio. The fan fanatic. Maisa hesitantly shook her hand. He was afraid his decision was wrong.

Not yet able to say her name, Maisa saw Erik and Kio walking towards them. Ken turned his back, not knowing his two friends were approaching him. Maisa hurriedly let go of her hand, running away leaving her. Ken's just dumbass. The girl disappeared in the corner of the corridor.

Kio just frowned. He knows who that girl is. Who else if not Maisa. His hands clenched tightly. Her heart was upset, Maisa always interfered with her life.

“Who was it, Ken?” erik asked to know.

“Nobody, kok!” ken replied briefly and smiled faintly.

Ken was astonished by Maisa's attitude. I don't know what feeling, makes Ken want to know about the girl. Physically, there is nothing interesting about it. She is not beautiful, not sexy, it can be said that she does not fit all the criteria of the type of girl Ken likes. But from the rays of the eyes of the girl so keep the mystery.

Since the beginning of meeting, Ken has felt Maisa is different from other girls. She does not treat him as specifically as other girls who admire him and as if not care about his popularity as a model also never consider him an idol star every time they meet.

Since then Maisa always avoids when meeting with Ken. Whether it was accidentally met or indeed Ken himself who tried to approach him. Every time I met her, she always ran away.

There are a lot of questions in Ken's mind. Maybe he hates the artist? Or did the girl hate him? Or is there some other reason why you can't get close to him? Ken had to find the answer himself.