This Is It?

Chapter 16: The Dilemma

When she was in the car, Metha refused to be taken to the clinic. He reasoned the wounds on his body were nothing. He also said that more need a listener than the antidote to wounds due to the strokes of Dita's nails.

I also brought Dita to enjoy relaxing while filling the stomach in White Horse. Then, he began the word to parse the chronology of the events experienced.

Metha told me that Dita and her friends came to her all of a sudden. Dita asked about the hug scene between me and Metha. But not a word has been explained by Metha, Dita launched an attack. Metha said he was not expecting and was not prepared for the attack. He fell down until his palm was injured due to rubbing against the asphalt.

Knowing that Metha was silent, Dita blindly beat up punches, snags, and scratches. Feeling her safety threatened, Metha then fought back. If he doesn't decide to defend himself, it's possible that his body is covered in bruises.

In the fight, Metha repeatedly confirmed the photo that Dita showed was just an ordinary hug. However, Dita denies the narrative. Dita also attacked the personal side of Metha. He said Mutia's best friend was a cheap girl and did not know herself.

Hearing Metha's words, I was really furious at Dita. If Andy hadn't held me back, I'd have met Dita to give her a stricter warning.

I hate oppression on what basis. Plus the fussed problem was not ground at all. Could it be that Dita was savagely jealous, whereas I did not link any commitment to her? Women may find it difficult to find a partner.

After driving Metha and Andy home, I went back to the contest. Rest yourself for a moment on the mattress before cleaning the body. The day that made the nerves in my head go tight. Angan drifting, ushering in an afterthought.

Having a lot of admirers is one of my dreams. However, it is not terbesit in the mind that will face a dilemma situation like this. There is love that is young to be had, and there is love that hopes to be docked.

I think it would be easy to say “not” without involving feelings. Reject Metha firmly, then let her treat herself if she is tucked in heartache at my words. Why do I care too much about him? His love statement was aimed at Bagas. Yes, Bagas in the form of a visual face.

However, conscience advises me to be wise in attitude. Collecting heartache into resentment will only torture yourself. He also asked to imagine all the pain I felt. If I turn the wheel of vengeance on them (including Metha), how is it that I differ from them?

Of course, I don't want to be evil. However, I also cannot be a silent protagonist as if having patience as large as a pile of ice in Antarctica. I am also not a coral on the beach that resigned to the waves non-stop.

Akkhh!!! I take off my clothes one by one. Kumasuki a quieter place of contemplation. I turned the tap to drain the water from above. After that, I put my forehead against the wall. The Black and White sides of my life seem to be struggling for the position of mind control.

***

This morning, I was supposed to go to the office. Papa's secretary said there was an important meeting to discuss business cooperation with Papa's old friend's company. However, I felt that meeting Dita was more important. Regarding the affairs of the office, there is still a board of directors that can represent.

After all, when I asked the urgency of my presence to Papa's secretary, she said her tendency was more to introduce herself. If only introductions, other times it can still be done. Previously, I thought the term “pent” referred to the capacity in making decisions.

I don't want to drag on in a mess. Your behavior should be stopped immediately. He has great potential to block my efforts with Mutia.

While at the cafe a few days ago, Mutia revealed she did not want to deal with Dita. I believe the thing that underlies Mutia's speech is Dita's barbaric behavior. Dita uses all means to intimidate anyone who “near” with me.

All righty! I still cling to my way of destroying it. But this time, I will give him a bonus in the form of a meeting.

Where should I find Dita? I don't know where he lives. I also can't confirm his current whereabouts – he has a class schedule or not.

I called Andy to find Dita's whereabouts. Only Andy can trust me. I don't want to do a basic search – waste time.

A few minutes later, Andy called me back. He said Dita was on campus. I don't know where Andy could get that information. However, I was not desirous of looking at him. I better get to college soon.

Get out of the car, I rushed to find the location of the classroom of Dita's department. The students who saw called out my name over and over again. Then, like the domino effect, every step I took was accompanied aloud my name in the air – echoed full of charm.

In order to stay cool, I reply with a dimple smile. Under these conditions, I could not enjoy the glitter of admiration and fame. My chest is churning. My brain is starting to boil.

Then, a student approached me. He asked me my purpose for a visit to the Accountancy major. After I explained to meet Dita, she also drove me while continuing to show a bright face.

Arriving at the classroom where Dita was, the entire class immediately rumbled. Especially when the woman who drove me said that I was looking for Dita. It's like a reality show “Tell Love”. I came to bring a warning message.

The Russian Maker got up from the chair, and stood confidently in front of me.

“Bagas! You intentionally brought me here? Are you worried about my condition? I'm fine, Gas. Do you want to apologize for snapping at me yesterday? I'm sorry about you too, Gas. I understand that in the household there must be a name of a little squabble,” he explained flirtatious.

I can only endure patience. Want to clarify his statement, but will only extend the vocabulary. I'm sick of making small talk to him.

“Dit, I want to talk seriously with you. But, not here,”.

“Where, Gas? In front of the head? Do you want ijab kabul now?” He even more deliberately invited boisterous.

“I'm serious. I'm waiting for you under.”

I didn't ask him to approve. If he follows my steps, my purpose will be met. If not, I might speed up my “ Cruelty” plan.

“Gengs, akikah (me) go first huh! Want a date with husband.” Shameful of Dita seems to have broken up.

Huh! My hand was already clenching the grips to stuff his mouth with Shinchan's socks.

I'm looking for a deserted spot. I pulled over to the side of the faculty hall, near my parked car.

“Gas, this is campus loh. You invited me here because you want to do me?” He asked like a bad girl. Trying to tease me with a spoiled expression.

“Dit, please be regular!”

“OK. Are you sure you want to talk to me here? Not in the cafeteria or in the cafeteria. Although I actually have class in 10 minutes, but for your sake, I was willing to skip.”

“Dit, what you did to Metha yesterday was outrageous.”

Tidied up his position. He no longer posed like a hot worm.

“I already feel anyway you came here to talk about it.”

“Keep why are you acting as if you don't understand what I mean?”

“Alas I was wrong trying to celebrate today?”

We looked at his nails. A gesture of underestimating or assuming the things I convey are not important to him. No regrets seem to come from the way he spoke.

“What is celebrated? On the calendar is not any celebration for today.”

“On the calendar does not exist. But in my life there is. It's a special day because you turned to see me.”

Holy hooch! Why am I even talking about that? Bagas, focus on the goal!

“Dit, you are a beautiful woman, fancy appearance, and surrounded by many friends.” I lift him to the sky first. When he enjoys a time of clinging to the clouds, I will drop him to earth unannounced.

“You really didn't say that?”

“Iya. But, why do you have to do such a brutal act like yesterday?”

“Brutal?” He put up a mimic not to accept the term I said.

“Why did you attack Metha just because of a photo? Can't you ask me carefully? I've reminded you of your behavior not to be like that. I said I wouldn't tolerate it if you did it again. You remember, right?”

“Gas, I didn't attack him. He attacked me first. Did I wrongly defend myself?”

I can't believe the defense he's put up.

“On what basis did Metha attack you first? Meanwhile, you hit him?”

“Indeed, I hit. I did not use physicality first. I even asked him well. He's a nyolot. She says I'm an odd girl, not self-knowing, stressed, crazy.”

A very different explanation from the description of Metha. I'm sure Metha couldn't have started the enemy first.

Dita is good at playing drama. With the words accompanied by the arrangement of the face strokes, he tried to throw the suspect label at Metha.

“Serious Metha who started first?” I raised an eyebrow giving insinuations, as if I believed the explanation.

“Gas, I was just asking about your photos. He attacked me first when I asked for an answer. I swear it. You can ask my friends. I call them now yes.”

Other people who know Dita from one side will definitely be tempted by the way he behaves. However, I am not easily fooled. I already know his two likenesses.

Or am I pretending to be partially entangled by her charade? Right. It also seems to be fun to play the game.

“Already, Dit. I hope you learn more mature. About the photo, it was just an ordinary photo without taste. I explained this just so you don't get me wrong,”.

“I understand, Gas. But about yesterday, I swear, it was not me who provoked the fight.”

Dita keeps quibbling instead she triggers a fight. In law, he can deny the charges. However, he could not escape the evidence and testimony. Sorry, Metha is more trustworthy in this regard.

I turned around, walked away. The more I heard the words from him, the more disgusted I was at digesting them.

Dita says it wasn't she who provoked the quarrel, while she who hit Metha first. He who ditches the fire, he who twists behind the hut of others. What an irrational statement.

After meeting Dita, I took Andy to lunch. I need a friend to adjust the frustration. I also need her point of view in deciphering this matter.

Huh! I thought there was no pebble in my step. Apparently, the pebble entered my shoes without me noticing.

We met at the cafe. None other than the White Horse. I immediately confronted Andy with a story. The first thing I told you was Dita's testimony that Metha triggered the problem.

After I explained, Andy gave a very unexpected response. He said Dita didn't seem to be lying. Even though Dita resonated and rioted, but she always spoke as is. That's what Andy thinks.

I asked the foundation Andy used in judging Dita. Didn't he just face Dita a few times? How can he be sure Dita is honest? Andy explained his statement based on his observations only.

If Dita is honest, it means Metha is lying. I asked Andy the hypothesis. He replied diplomatically. He said the truth must still be proven by witness testimony. Andy is absolutely absurd. He, then, asked for permission to go home on the grounds that his friend was waiting.

Should I put this matter in court? Ah, just draining my energy. Why am I dizzy and complicated myself?

At least, I have given a reprimand to Dita. Next, just wait for the good faith to change.