This Is It?

Chapter 17: The Scale

Trouble after trouble began to accompany my days. I accept it all as a living dream. Will life always be faced with problems? The difference is, now I'm much better prepared. I can snap fingers like Thanos and Iron Man to eliminate trouble.

Yes, I sometimes want to remove toxic people from the face of the earth. To make life in the world run full of fun. Because if you just wait for them to get karma, it is like waiting for the coconut to release itself from the manggar.

Have I turned into a psychopath? I'm still conscious and sane. I only want peace so that those who are still oppressed out there can feel freedom.

After all, a person becomes evil not because of the will of his conscience. Sometimes the bad desire arises from the accumulation of pain received from the surrounding treatment. Not to seek revenge, but to give understanding.

Huh! I will continue to dream of becoming a superhero. Life should be balanced. Too well will be used. Being evil will always be the focus of error. This is in my opinion, not to be imitated.

Tonight, my officers gathered at the White Horse. No serious discussions will be discussed. Just relaxing like a metropolitan young man spending the weekend.

All righty! I glide while clenching my spirit. I actually want to go to Mutia's boarding house. However, I am sure there is Metha who still seems to be upset with the dream of my heart. Yesterday's tragedy quite implies the existence of a cold war that limits the distance between them.

Arriving at the cafe, Tommy and Revan welcome. Five minutes later, Leo and Andy show up. There is a sense of boredom when always with them. It affected the bad impression I ever got from them. But how else, there are no other friends to be used as a playground.

After struggling for a long time to hear their conversation that was unclear to me, Leo suddenly docked to my side.

“Gas, I noticed you again Deket same Mutia. The children in the faculty are also many who talk about you and Mutia. Is that really it, Gas? ” ask Leo.

I pointed my eyes at him. No movement of the face. Just waiting for him to elaborate on the intent in more detail.

“Ngeliatin I really do, Gas? I'm just fine, Ganteng.” Leo held both of my cheeks while grinning.

“Gas, seriously you like Mutia?” timpal Revan's. “Atau you again kayak kayak in Korean dramas? A handsome and wealthy young man pursues a simple girl's love. The man was also crazy about the girl. Haha..” Revan laughs at me. “Udahlah, Gas. I don't think you need to be so weird. Mending you find another one. At the very least, girls who connect and can be invited to hang out with us-we are like this. Yes, no?”

“Through, Gas,” says Leo.

“Gue also agrees anyway. Don't let you be bucin (love slave) same mediocre girl aja.” Tommy adds an explanation to Revan's narrative.

I looked more and more at them. The various emphases that they made were very clear to indicate dislike for Mutia.

So, who are these three really? It could be trying to get into my personal realm.

“If I really like Mutia, why?” I said with a slightly high tone.

“Yeah, Gas. There are still many girls whose specifications are higher than Mutia,” ketus Leo.

I also got up from my sitting position. Leo's words ignited a great fire in my head. He could have kept on speaking condescendingly about Mutia. This isn't the first. It seemed like he easily forgot if only reminded with words.

“What do you mean? Mutia is not a gadget that can be measured by the naked eye. Anyway, I want to like anybody, that's my business. I don't want to interfere in my personal life. Also, do not carelessly give an assessment of others. You're on your own worth before the value of others. Call your excess before feeling higher than the person you lowin.” I also preached in the midst of the hustle and bustle of entertainment seekers.

Whereas if I follow the emotions, I want to slam the heads of the three of them to the table.

“Patience, Gas!” Andy approached me. His hand invites me to sit down.

“Gue affirm once again. I want to like anyone, that's right. If the three of you don't like me, please unfollow me. I don't like it when you start to make my life choices,” I said loudly and firmly.

Giving input is legitimate. But if you have tried to interfere with privacy, anyone would not be pleased.

“Sorry, Gas!” say the three of them.

“Quiet, Gas! Maybe they were just kidding. Do not get too entered into the heart,” said Andy.

Only, Andy was impressed to defend them. I also became more angry. “Handering? You remember them, Dy? You consider everything they say a joke, do you?”

“I. Everything they talked about was quite excessive. But they mean probably just joking. I'm sure they have no intention in the slightest to regulate your privacy area, Gas,” said Andy.

Andy always tries to be a mediator when there is a muddle in this plot. Yeah, plotters. I still refuse to pledge the five of us together with the name of friendship let alone friendship.

“Gu.... gu. I don't mean to talk like you're accusing.” Leo took my hand to apologize.

“We're sorry too, Gas. I swear, we don't mean anything like you said.” Revan also apologized.

“Bene, Gas. We promise not to discuss this again,” added Tommy.

I clenched my fists, showing my frustration to intimidate them. I used to be helpless when I was told, now that attitude has become the past. I'll show you what's called the power to cut off their rogue tongues.

“Gas, this is a public place. I beg you not to get carried away by emotions yes.” Andy kept trying to prevent my anger.

Hem! I'm trying to digest the situation. Right. I should be able to quell my anger. There are images that must be kept. My goal has not been achieved.

“Gas, they've also apologized to you. I am sure they will not repeat the same thing again,” whispered Andy trying to keep cooling my head.

I set my breath to let out the annoyance. Gas, it's too early to kick them out now! My brain.

I made the 3 Cecunguk fall asleep with my apology. As if they were valuable to me. Wait a moment later, when the pain I instilled targeted the meat on their bodies.

Leo, Revan, and Tommy rise. They took me in turn. They also apologized again.

Huh! Pancinganku.

I had to keep Andy on my side. He can cool my head. He was much more useful to me.

“Yes, I'm going home first. There are things I have to prepare for the campus ambassador selection later.” I was tired of seeing all three of them.

“Gas,” Revan tried to hold my pace.

“Quiet, Van! As usual, I pay for all this,” my light as I throw a knotty smile.

“Not that I mean...”

“Udah Van, we do not need to discuss the thing earlier again,” said I was acting mature even though it was actually a camouflage.

My head is holding onto a lot of his plans. I have to map them one by one. I also have to draw up a priority scale. Pokonya, I can't be rash. Everything you do cannot get off the beaten track.

Replying to Leo, Revan, and Tommy is not a difficult thing. Make them like cow barking. Eat in any way. Not for consumption, slow down to see them in pain. When exactly did I do that? There is my mission that needs them to fight in the vanguard as soldiers. The point is, do not rush and get carried away.

A war requires not only weapons, but good techniques. Now is not the time anymore pitted “mechanik” to paralyze the enemy.

***

The events at White Horse the day after tomorrow, I clutched them at the edge of my mind. My focus now is to be the winner of the campus ambassador that will take place next week. With that victory, my inner satisfaction would increase by many times.

Out of the classroom, I rushed towards the Great Hall (the main hall of the campus). Adisty reported there was a technical meeting there. Assessment points will also be submitted at the meeting. Including all participants are expected to provide a draft talent that will be displayed on the eve of the election.

What talent will I display? Playing futsal? Shoot at? Hah, just sing. It might sound mainstream. In fact, I myself have never tested this body can hum melodious or not.

While busy identifying talent, I saw Mutia standing across the eyes. Then, I also intend to approach him. Moreover, Mutia also threw a smile as our gazes collided.

“Hai, Gas. Where are you going? How did you rush that?” ask Metha.

What, Metha? I didn't expect his arrival.

Then, Metha moved quickly against my steps. There was always a disturbance to be intimate with Mutia.

“Em.... I. want to go to the Big Hall. There is a technical meeting there for the Campus Ambassador event.”

“Wah! I'm coming, Gas?” Metha grabbed my right arm.

I was also made awkward by him. Mutia glanced, then left. I wanted to call him, but there was a problem that seemed to loom over. Yes, the friendship between Mutia and Metha.

They both seem to be not getting along. It is clear from the attitude of the two who no longer greet each other. Plus, the usually frenzied Metha called out to Mutia, just silent as if not looking.

However, it was impossible for Metha to not see Mutia. He came from a direction perpendicular to Mutia's position.

Huh! How'this? Andy suggested I should be firm with Metha. However, I also remembered Ardi's talk about Mutia who might choose to save the friendship from me. The point is, I have to talk to Mutia first. But, when is the time? It's a serious chat, less afdol if talked about over the phone.

“Gas, come!” Metha pulled me to step up.

Meanwhile, I was stunned to see Mutia pass.

“Met, sorry yes, I cannot take you to the event room. You are..”.

Metha cut my words. “Iya, Gas. I-i understand. I will look and wait for you from the outside. Okay, right?” She was so eager to accompany me.

I shake my head down. How else. I was caught in reviving Metha's feelings.

Am I to be honest that I am not the Bagas he admires? In that way, he would probably be disgusted and stay away from me.

Ah, no! That option is too ridiculous. I promised myself not to reveal my true identity to anyone.

With great force, I walked with Metha. My other worries also arose. What if suddenly there was Dita in plain sight? Or is there a friend who spies on my movements like the night before when Metha hugs me.

I had warned Dita, but the riots could happen without me knowing. Damnit damnit!

On the other hand, I was more and more astonished by Metha's attitude. He said me and Mutia were compatible. He knows I like Mutia. However, why was he now trying to prevent me from getting more seriously close to Mutia?