This Is It?

Chapter 14: Achievement

For some people, being famous is not a dream. Digandrungi many fans can actually eliminate the personal realm. The story of life will continue to be told. Footrests are constantly observed wherever they go. There is no freedom in association.

However, those who say they do not want to become famous usually already have a decent life, right?! Or they just continue the parent business. The paras can already be polished from small. The throne has been formed from the degree of family. What else to worry about?

Their lives just continue the descent. When someone like me (formerly) fails, then I have to repeat from zero. But if they fail, they can still stand with a value above 50. So, life is sometimes not necessarily about effort. Efforts will not betray results. However, to become “pengar” takes from just effort.

This morning I was asked by Papa to come to the office. He asked me to organize and oversee the company for the next month. During this time, Mom and Dad will be in Canada on business.

If it's just organizing and supervising, it's not a difficult thing. I just need to come to the office to receive the report. Papa also did not focus my duties on substantial matters such as presentation and analysis of company curves. After all, there are other employees like managers in each division that can be relied upon to help me.

After I left the office, I rushed to campus. Life as the son of the conglomerate has begun to be able to do well. There is no more awkwardness or confusion in understanding the daily routine.

Get off the car, I see Ardi walking alone. Instantly came the idea to take him to lunch in the cafeteria. I also came to him soon.

“Di, today we have lunch with yuk,” I said while embracing him.

The surprised Ardi immediately let go of my hand. “Explain what you mean!”

“What the hell do you mean, Di? I seriously want to take you to lunch. What if we eat meatballs in the cafeteria?” I knew Ardi was being so wary of my every kindness towards him.

“Gue already suspects you have bad intentions,” he said.

“Lu kok lately thinking negatively continues with me, Di? You used to buy me meatballs. I want to bales your kindness,” my light so he remembers the day he tried to get along with me.

I didn't understand why it suddenly seemed like there was a gap forming the distance between us. He gave me spirit first.

“Not bother thinking about the past. You enjoy your life now. Good luck!” Ardi patted my chest.

Then he left with a quick step. Huh! I don't know, he already understood my play in approaching Mutia. However, I actually did want to make friends with him.

Ardi's different attitude and nature 180 degrees since exchanging bodies makes me more curious. If it is due to the effects of the inhabited body, it feels less rational. Our minds have complete control over our actions.

“Gas!” Revan's voice shot to my ears.

I immediately turned around. “Lu alone, Van?”

“Tommy today is not in college. To the canteen yuk!”

“Gue no class, Van.”

Revan looked at my face. “Your class is still starting in 15 minutes. Anyway, you are late little will not know the nagging too.”

“Gue no laper, Van.”

“Come, Gas! Some days I feel we have rarely collected,” he complained.

Suddenly Dita appears adding a chain in my steps.

“Gas, to the canteen yuk! I want to eat meatballs with you,” said Dita while tying my right hand with both hands. He tried to indulge, whereas I tried to resist being annoyed.

“Continue, Dit.” I pulled Revan's hand. “Revan is also again a confectioner to the canteen he said. You two eat together. You can be a food vlogger. Revan is an expert in tasting the taste of food,”.

Dita and Revan bengong. That's where I can escape, and run right away.

Hem, Dita and Revan? Pretty compatible too. But what about Andy? Didn't I bring Andy closer to Dita? Ah, whatever! Whether it's Revan or Andy, I don't care. My goal is not to be a Matchmaker. I just don't want to be bothered by Dita every day.

Classes begin. I was stunned to see Mutia who appeared graceful today. Moreover, when Mutia looked back, then gave me a smile. It's rare. That is, Mutia always looked forward during the learning process.

“Gas, we hang out in the usual place,” Leo said when class was over.

“Now?” I'm actually trying to focus on pursuing Mutia's love.

“Iya.”

Mutia had not yet moved out of the chair. I also want to look at him longer. While Leo kept tugging at my arm.

“Lu first time, Yo.”

“In advance how do you mean? Want to follow? Lah, we'll go get on your car,” kesah Leo.

“I mean, you and Andy first just wait in my car.”

“Emang you still want to do, Gas?”

“We wait under aja, Yo. Yuk!” take Andy. Fortunately, he understood without having to be explicitly coded.

I, Mutia, and Ardi remained in the room. I heard that Metha left Mutia because she wanted to return the book to the library. This is the scene I was hoping for. What about Ardi? Ignore it! He's been a caretaker since High School.

I also pretended to tidy up the book waiting for Mutia to come out first. Unexpectedly, Mutia approached me. Then, he gave me the Chocolate Pudding in a pretty rectangular box container.

He said the pudding he made himself. He gave it to me as an expression of gratitude for helping with the group's work that day.

My heart is like a garden in spring. Flowers blossom, butterflies arrive, beauty blends in the deck. I feel sorry to eat the Mutia gift. Should I keep it in the fridge as a memory? Ah, I hope he will make me another similar dish.

Mutia. I looked back to throw a smile at Ardi. I showed off the attention given by Mutia.

Ardi smiled back. Then, he approached me. “Gue is also given to Mutia pas you all have not entered the class,” he said half a whisper.

I responded to Ardi's statement with a small laugh. I'm sure he's lying. She must be hot-hearted, and deliberately upsetting me.

“Lu don't believe?” Ardi reached into his bag. Then, he showed me the same container I received from Mutia. “Sama, right?” his frequent.

Is it possible that Mutia lied that the pudding she gave wasn't just for me? But he didn't say it was special to me.

“Feelings of love? Are you hallucinating? Mutia gave this not as a form of attention, but rather a thank you. Sorry, I just reminded you not to be overconfident first.” He smiled cynically at me.

Huh! Ardi was getting stronger against the war drums. I intend to make peace. Is he willing to try a borderless rivalry with me? Just wait! At least, right now I'm still sticking with the emotional approach through positive behavior.

“Oh yes, one more, I almost every morning breakfast with Mutia. So, do not try to calculate the score between us. I'm afraid you can't see it,” he added to burn my heart.

Am I burning? Ja. It was I who sprinkled fire into his body, but it was I who was hot. It's already starting a mental war.

***

Sitting in the chair of the president of a bona fide company is very proud. I have not officially replaced Papa, but I have prepared myself to welcome that day.

I've been in the office all day. My job is pretty easy. Just sign, ask for progress, and ask for company reports for a week. At first, I thought my brain would be drained a lot to manage the company. If it's just like this, I might need to look for a new challenge.

After the business in the office was sorted out, I was confused looking for a contest. Go straight home? However, at home I do not know what to do other than watching TV or movies. Hangout with Andy, Leo, Tommy, and Revan? I was lazy to meet them.

I contemplated looking for a destination while sneaking among the density of the highway. Then, I saw Mutia standing at the edge of the bookstore stop. He seemed to be alone. God knows exactly what I want.

I'm clapping the car on Mutia's side. Then I opened the window to greet him.

“Hai, Mut!" my broom. "What are you doing here?”

“Hai, Gas! I'm waiting for ojol (online project) nih.” He returned my greeting with a smile.

“You home?”

“Iya.”

“Come in!”

“Nevent gone, Gas. The driver wants to nyampe kok.”

“Bondalin aja, later I give the cost of changing the loss to driver.”

Mutia looks reluctant. Maybe he's shy or needs a little coerced. Sometimes women need to be asked or offered more than once, right?

Finally, Mutia got into the car. I asked him why he went alone. Usually, wherever you go, there will be a Metha. Apparently, Metha was returning to her home in Bekasi.

The hunger attacked my stomach. I invited Mutia to stop by a cafe while waiting for the Jakarta City road a little quiet. Yes, driving in the afternoon is like feet and hands exercising.

As soon as I faced each other on one table, my body trembled slightly. I was clumsy too in turning on the chat. The longer I looked at Mutia, the more I was mired in the abyss of hope. Hope for a bound love.

What if I express my feelings to him now? Nay! Let this go with time. It is better to wait longer than to break the bridge that just connected the distance.

After eating, Mutia's expression suddenly changed. Before, we chatted without any burden. Yes, talking about lectures that are increasingly busy with tasks.

“Why are you, Mut? Kok kayak agitated that,” my question.

“Nothing, Gas,” he replied as he turned the straw inside his glass of orange juice.

“You want to go home now? Or do you not like to eat together with me like this?” I asked again to throw a guess.

“Bu... not that, Gas.” Mutia looked puzzled to reveal an answer.

“Then?”

“A... I do not feel good if later such as Dita know I eat both here with you,” he explained.

“Dita?” I laughed to refute his worries. “Mut, I would have told you that Dita and I have nothing to do.”

Mutia sighed. “Iya. But, I'll be sorry if I have to deal with him later.”

“Udah, you are calm! You don't have to think about that. Do we want to go home now?”

Mutia nodded.

Along the way to take Mutia home, not created many screwdrivers. I ran out of words and ideas to find topics.

We just say thank you to each other sometimes. I thank Mutia for being willing to buy me a meal, while Mutia thanks me for my invitation and takes her home.

Arriving at the boarding house, Mutia waved her hand and smiled. Such a thrilling combination of feelings. May this be the beginning of my romance with her.

Today was quite exhausting. Even so, I was overwhelmed with pleasing pleasures. Work goes smoothly, the goal of love approach is achieved. Time to go home, then sleep.

But when I opened the car door, someone called me loud enough.

“Hai, Gas!”

“Metha.” I almost got it wrong, because I wanted to celebrate today's achievement with a dance.

“You've done the same Mutia ya?” ask without a fuss.

“Ngedate? Em. Coincidentally, we met on the road, and we ate together. Yes, I don't want to say this is updated, although I hope so anyway,” I replied sumringah.

“Oh...” sounds like a loss of energy.

“Why, Met?”

Metha bowed with a face that looked lethargic. What's up with him? The mood changed significantly. He said hello, he also asked, but why does it seem as if my reply kindled a heartache? Uh!