The Shah of First Love

ENVIOUS

Kani leaves after getting what she wants, Amarendra approaches the window, looking at where the girl is going. Kani had just come out and the three rioting girls were approaching. Amarendra could only shake his head.

“We are sorry, we were wrong, you did not lie, Kani.” Reva had already narrowed Kani's hand, it was hard for Kani to escape.

“Iya, Kani. Sorry.” Teti whined and Kani let out a long sigh. He really wants to leave. He has not been able to forgive them.

“Now show your phone, we want to see it.” Reva was so enthusiastic, Kani slowly smiled and the three of them sat in front of the class.

Still in his place, Amarendra who was fed up with running away, somehow he had to realize Kani that he was only being used. Obviously it won't be easy. It was very risky for Amarendra if he put forward too much of his dislike. She was so afraid of Kani risi, in disbelief, then moved away. In addition to her new friends, Kani is an encouragement even though the girl has never done anything special for her, but when Kani is comfortable and easy to smile when with her, it is already a victory for Amarendra. Only a few weeks after getting to know each other, she knows everything about Kani, but if otherwise, does Kani still want to be close to her? Amarendra's heart and mind are raging.

 At the place where Kani was still with her friends with occasional eyes glanced at Amarendra.

“Good, loh. Just like Hp had my brother, you see, bought him in Arabia. Good, Kani, save my number fast.” Teti was so carefree and Kani obeyed him.

“My number too, now we're easy if you want to tell.” The image smiled and Kani replied to it.

“Eh my phone..” Reva reached out, clearly visible the look of malevolent eyes in her narrow eyes, since earlier only Kani's phone was discussed and noticed. Envy and annoyed to be one, Reva doesn't like anything more noticed than her. Not only Citra and Teti are excited, but some of their friends in the class are also so, especially Yana who is close to Kani although rarely docked and even often stormy. Those who have not saved Kani's number also ask for the girl's number themselves, so it is easy to contact if there is anything.

The contents of Reva's head felt foggy seeing everyone glorifying Kani. His chest felt narrowed and even a desire to immediately ruin the moment occurred. His dislike of Kani started from Kani who is simple but always adored by men, besides being smart and beautiful, Kani is also quiet, it becomes a point of increasing her attractiveness. For a moment Reva realized that Kani would take the comfortable position of her famous beautiful, friendly and befriended with all men except Amarendra who was so difficult to approach. Increasingly added to the envy in his heart and the fear of being rivaled for anything. No matter how small, he did not like it, because at home he was the one who always preferred because of his only child. He did not understand that inside the house and life outside was not his personal stage.

Until school, Kani is still in the discussion of children, increasingly damaging the mood of those who do not like Kani, and that is so, not just one.

***

Time continued to advance, getting late but Amarendra was still awake, weighing oil the size of a quarter to a kilo after he weighed sugar sand for the same size. His black t-shirt looked dirty, occasionally he turned his head, seeing two employees of his Wholesale Shop Abnah still stuffing items that had just come down from a Truck car. His brother is counting money. Every now and then he caught his eyes looking at him from behind his slightly blurry glasses. Working until midnight is no stranger to Amarendra since a month ago. His existence at the Grandfather's house was in the spotlight of his uncle who was always sensi. Guessing he hitchhiked through life, making the other grandchildren jealous, until he finally decided to help as much as he could in the Shop. Whatever, even though it is heavy, he is willing to origin not be touched anymore let alone Mother and Father. It's enough if he can. No need to bring both.

True said those who have been able to interpret life from various sides, the best teacher is experience, and sabetage from the test of life to form independence and maturity.

Amarendra's life wasn't like it was, back then, before time and fate changed everything from bright to pitch-black with the unfading mist, but slowly everything felt better, she said, the black smog was slowly fading away replaced with a beautiful twilight yellow glow after his encounter with Kani. Kani who binds her feelings, the innocent and small girl she likes, she is wrong to invite Kani friends when there is interest that she feels until the attraction turns into a sense of longing, want to keep, want to keep, and if you can, have it. Someday.

All he needs to do now is play a role appropriately in the figure of the best friend. Although it may not be too wrong if he reveals the feeling now but he does not want to, he knows Kani, the girl is reluctant to establish a relationship that will make her life more complicated and complicated. For example, such as his relationship with Heri which was over still gave birth to problems.

It is not how long we know then love and love grows. It is not how deep we know it is good for love to bloom. Because real love does not know him ugly, short, unattractive, or bad attitude and behavior. Love does not need a reason, especially just time to be the benchmark.

Amarendra took a deep breath, waiting since then but the phone that was wrapped in dust near the sugar sack in front of him remained silent. She was waiting for Kani to send her a message, didn't she give her number? Or indeed he is not very important and also now it is night.

“Maren, sleep. It's already night. Don't be late for school tomorrow.” His brother scolded while rubbing his sweaty shoulders. “Mandi first.” Brother connects.

Amarendra nodded and cleaned the plastic, sacks he tied back, and which he had weighed Abah brought to be arranged on a shelf.

The sound of his cell phone made Amarendra aghast. He snatched his cell phone and a foreign number sent a short message.

: It's me, Kaniraras.

Amarendra smiled and ran up the stairs, arriving on the second floor he sat on the swing. Fresh breeze wafts pampering his sweaty body and feels sultry.

Amarendra: Not sleeping?

He was silent after replying.

Kani: You too.

Amarendra smiled widely and spread his body.

Amarendra; I just finished helping out at the Shop. Tomorrow's school?

Kani; as long as I'm healthy, obviously I'm going to school. I wanted to tell you a little bit, all my friends in class were very nice after seeing my new phone, but still I won't let them hold my phone carelessly. Not stingy, I'm just afraid it's broken, it's not easy for me to get it. Meet at the library tomorrow.

Amarendra chuckled at the long message. He retaliated....

Amarendra smiled and glanced at his brother who appeared carrying soda and fried noodles.

“Eat.” Abah sat down and Amarendra rose from his feast.

Kani: Just saying hello, already want to end this conversation? Isha! And yes, I will be careful. I quite understand who is always standing next to me and those who pretend not to care even though they claim to be friends. I can't sleep yet, Maren.

Amarendra: I know you're happy with your new phone, but don't forget the time, next time it's connected again. Get some sleep, I'm watching from here, I can see you frowning and intent on rebutting, I will even play cell phones.

Abah quietly watched his grim grandson. His wrinkled forehead shriveled, yes, he was also once young. He's got.

Kani: hmm...😒

Amarendra: I can imagine your face as it frowns. Sleep on!

Kani replies soon.

Kani: ??!

A few seconds later, send again.

Kani: Really asking me to sleep? Okay, alright. I can see you too if you stay up late.

Amarendra smiled again, putting his phone on the table. He grabbed a plate of fried noodles with a plump egg on it.

“It was Sri who sent you a message?” Abah asked, chewing his food while dumbly. Thinking of Maren's Father.

Amarendra shook his head, grabbed his drinking bottle, he suddenly felt like he was swallowing a lump of stone until he was tired of hearing his words.

“Delay hour is now rested, Bah.” Sounds lethargic.

“He must be tired. When did he say he would come back? How's the job?” There was a constant worry and fear that the old man had suffered.

“Perhaps two weeks later you can go home, Mother can not be too often to Bandung, Bah. Father...” Sentence hangs. Bending his face deep as his brother turned his head quickly with a look of dislike.

“There is no need for you to discuss your father. Just think about Sri, Abah has not heard from your brother Lusi, his son last month sick, do not forget your brother's phone and if you need something to say to Abah, don't whine like a baby to Sri or Lusi, we all know Geri Abah shook his head in annoyance, the look on his face changed drastically.

Amarendra nodded obediently, there was no right to answer or disobey, he had to know himself hitchhiking here, and also what his brother said was true.

***

“Out two days rest what's wrong, Sir.” Ms. Ismi looked on with her hands stopping to put Mr. Muji's clothes in the bag.

“Ruko stayed tidied up, Mom. Just the same Mr. Haryawan and two more people are left, the others have been dismissed, unfortunately if not taken.” Mr. Muji smiled then coughed and grabbed the wind oil, rubbing it on the neck.

“Smoke less, Sir. Check, I've asked many times. Coughing Father getting worse.” Ms. Ismi stared at the jeri, continued packing because her husband could not stand it and there was no answer, Mr. Muji came out of the room when his children were ready to gather for breakfast. He sat cross-legged and everyone smiled.

“Remember the message Father, Kani?” asked Mister Muji and Kani nodded. Miss Ismi from the room just shook her head, not long ago had HP, her first child had completely forgotten time. She wants to be angry, but her husband likes to be angry. Had to wait for her husband to leave so she could reprimand the child.

“Now it's easy if you miss the same Mr. stay phone.” Kani excited.

“Iya, but do not often, wasteful pulse.” Mr. Muji bribed his food and Kani continued with his breakfast.

“Father will be home long time again?” shamsir said sadly.

“This week also Mr. home, stay clean,” replied Mr. Muji and Syamsir happy, small children understand if his father is silent at home means no work. He only knew he could spend time with his father.

After breakfast, everyone left, including Mr. Muji. The man stopped to wait for Haryawan. Occasionally he saw his children who were getting further away from him. His lips smiled when he immediately saw the sturdy calf of Syamsir, let alone the calf of Kenanga, walking was obviously tiring but it was also done by other children. Rarely are there picked up, let alone commute by public transportation that is impossible to pass the road.