The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

CHAPTER 18: The Man ....

"Hi, Bro! What else is there? Noh wanted the same caem-level sister!"

A man is seen talking to his peers sitting on the balcony of the classroom located on the second floor.

"You know, Man. I don't like girls," the man replied in a flat tone.

"Huh? Don't let it be the same ...." Then Karman crossed his hands on his chest with a worried expression.

"Nga! I'm just lazy with their behavior that often makes me upset," said the man in between his smile. Then he pensively played a beaded bracelet that coiled around his wrist.

"But, Bro ... Mirna is sweet, and Suci is cute, and there's more, the beautiful kating, Sherly! Sure there's not a single one, is that it?" sela Karman's.

The eagle-eyed man smiled, then shook his head.

"I just haven't been interested in the opposite sex, other than ...."

"Other than who?" asked Karman with an exploding curiosity.

Zayan's memory goes back to his childhood, with the two-pointed girl always following him everywhere, and sharing some food. Unknowingly, Zayan's lips curled a smile.

"Ehem!" Dehem Karman's voice faded the smile that decorated Zayan's handsome face.

"Ah yes, Man. I'll be absent, will I?"

zayan pinta.

"Well, how is ... emmm ... Where are you going?" karman asked doubtfully.

"I have a little business, Man."

"Yes, but will you change it?"

"Sure!" Zayan nodded, then stood up and walked quickly away from Karman.

Karma shuddered, she suddenly shuddered, she looked around. Then feel scared.

"Eh wait! Wait for me!"

Karman ran after Zayan who was walking fast.

"Broooooo! Woy! Wait!" karman was still chasing Zayan.

"Sampean don't want to see the baba?" karman.

Zayan scrunched his forehead, then stopped his steps.

"May?"

"New student. Beeeuuhhh, this year it's getting saucy, Bro!" karman said enthusiastically, while embracing Zayan.

"There, Man. Get into class! I really have business!" cut Zayan.

Zayan fixed his hat, removed Karman's embrace and walked quickly to a building that became his favorite on the blue campus.

Meanwhile, from the other direction, a girl was walking while looking around. At some point, the two of them collided.

"Ma—maaf, are you okay?" zayan asked, still avoiding the eyes of the girl who had fallen before him.

"Eh ... oh.. i—iya is okay," replied the girl with a wave.

Zayan shoved his arm wrapped in a jacket with a lowered face offering help, for the girl to get up immediately.

"Gris, Grisa! Sorry I'm late!" another girl ran over.

"Em, it's okay, Lis," said Grisa.

Zayan felt clumsy standing in front of the two unfamiliar girls.

"Well, what's wrong, Gris?" whispered Elis.

"Sorry, I'm ahead. If not why else," cut Zayan.

"Admudu," cried Grisa. He realized that his palm was injured.

"Kok can you hurt your hand, Gris?" elis asked as he examined Grisa's wounds.

"This ... earlier I collided with that guy, Lis." Grisa's still blowing her wound.

"Oh .. That, brother Zayan his name, my upperclassman used to be in High School. Including a row of charming guys with good academic performance. Highlight his sharp eyes, charisma, making girls in my school, clamps. Category quiet guy and not much behavior. And its plus, doi is known to like being alone in the school mosque. His voice is again njai, beuuuhhh! Get goosebumps, Gris!" lang Elis at length.

"Seriously, Lis?"

"Yes, Gris!"

Grisa recalled the face of the man who collided with her. "Yes, it is true, his face is handsome and charismatic" Grisa said in her heart.

"Hey, even dumbass! Go to the campus health center. Treat your wounds first, fear of infection." Elis gently patted Grisa's shoulder and took her away from the place.

While in the corner of the mosque, Zayan rested, his mouth was still preoccupied with his wirid. He is even as cool as his own world, ignoring the people who come in and out of the mosque.

After his heart was calm and peaceful, Zayan moved from his place. The atmosphere around was quiet, very rarely did another student pass the route he was on now.

Zayan had walked hundreds of steps from the area of the Mosque, then he was struck by a large tall black figure staring at him from under the banyan tree not far from where he was walking. As usual, Zayan acted as if he had seen nothing. Although Zayan sometimes felt uncomfortable seeing the unusual forms of these creatures, he had to keep acting that way.

"Pretend you didn't see anything, Le. Let them not be curious about you. If they are curious, they will try to fight or become your friend. But mbahkung, hope you don't get too close to such creatures." The words of Arsyanendra, Zayan's grandfather, that kept Zayan alive with his reaction.

Suddenly, Zayan saw a grandfather with a wooden stick in his hand, standing far away looking at him, across. His clothes and hair were all white, even his hair and beard were silver. The old man developed his smile and started to approach Zayan. Zayan's reaction remained the same, pretending not to "see".

The proportionate grandfather laughed, then said, "I know .. I really know, you can see me, Le, that's good!"

Zayan still persisted with his attitude and kept walking steadily, even passing the figure of the grandfather earlier.

"Arsyanendra, told me everything" the grandfather continued.

Hearing the name of his mbahkung called, Zayan stopped his steps.

"I was only asked to help Arsyanendra to protect you, since that time, it's just that, I can only appear now," the grandfather added.

This time Zayan could no longer pretend, the creature before him, had clearly followed him from a long time ago, even knowing his mahkung. He looked up, then asked, "Who's grandfather?"

The old man smiled, and answered Zayan,

"I'm Nirwasita, your grandfather's friend from another realm."

Zayan blinked in disbelief, his facial expression read by Nirwasita.

"Give your hand" asked Nirwasita softly.

Zayan was still hesitating.

"By Allah, the Creator of the universe, I will not harm you, Le," Nirwasita said firmly, reassuring Zayan.

Zayan reached out his hand, which Nirwasita then held. In Zayan's view, he saw the greatness of events that he understood to be the youth of his mother, all the events he saw were really real. Only, Zayan could not touch anything there.

A little while later, Zayan had already returned to the place where he stood, at his campus.

"Do you believe me now, Le?" ask Nirwasita.

"Then, what does Grandpa want from me?" cut Zayan.

Nirwasita laughing.

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