This Is It?

Chapter 18: The Question

In the lead-up to the campus ambassador election, Metha was getting more aggressive toward me. He incarnated like a shadow, following wherever my feet swung. I began to get confused with his attitude. He made me feel awkward to approach Mutia.

On the other hand, Ardi looked increasingly sticky with Mutia. They are often seen going and coming back to college together.

What am I supposed to do? When Dita is setting, Metha rises. I thought this portal blocked love drama was over?

Huh! Who else will be the obstacle? Just wanting to express love alone must pass obstacles like following the Ninja Warrior.

I'm struggling with my phone in my hand. Wanted to contact Mutia, but there was a feeling of fear. What if he doesn't answer my call? It would be an extra burden for me.

I want to invite Mutia to meet somewhere. Wherever you go, let him choose. His comfort in the meeting is my top priority.

Call or send a message? Or send a message first to ask permission to call? Ah, too long thinking is just a waste of time.

“Halo, Gas!” greet Mutia.

I can't believe he answered my call so quickly. Maybe this is what is called dare to try, no need to worry at the beginning. Do not be afraid of the results, but do not put high expectations on the head.

“Halo, Mut. Um…. What are you doing again?” A cliche question. But I'm not ready to say to the point.

“I'm ready to go to campus, Gas,” Mutia explained.

“Lah, instead of still half an hour we have class.”

“Iya. But I'm going to the bus first to copy a book that was borrowed last week.”

“Whose are you to the bus, Mut?”

“Self. Why, Gas?”

Hearing that Mutia was about to leave alone, my spirit instantly smouldered. The universe understands what I think.

“I want to say something to you, Mut.”

“What's the matter, Gas?” Mutia's tone sounded so curious.

“Let me tell you when we meet. Wait in the pylus yes, Mut.”

I don't need any confirmation from Mutia. I don't want to get a word of rejection. The tangled thread between him and Metha should try to decipher it.

Not wanting to make Mutia wait too long, I immediately changed clothes. Do I need to shower first? No. gabe. Every minute I am precious. After all, if the base is already handsome, want to shower or not will still be handsome.

Simply rinse your face with facial foam, apply underarms with deodorant, and spray the body with perfume. I'm sure Mutia or the people at the college wouldn't know if I didn't take a shower.

After arriving at the library, I immediately turned around to look for Mutia. I've lost a quarter of an hour on the way. I hope Mutia hasn't moved or is upset waiting for me.

Buuuggkh! Because my eyes were focused on the corner of the library, I accidentally bumped into someone.

“Sorry, sorry. I did not intentionally.” I apologized in a soft voice.

“Nothing, Gas. Relax! The handsome man is free. Yes, right?” insinuations.

I guess who he is. Apparently, Ardi. I am a little sorry for apologizing to him.

“Lu is okay, Di?” I insinuated it. “Gue didn't know you could be here. You see, I thought you had agoraphobia.”

The ardi! His presence should also be watched out for. He was like a ghost that came at certain times.

So, what is there a need here? This is a public facility, all students can access. However, don't tell me he came with Mutia!

“Gue is not afraid of crowds. I can conquer anything more than you would expect.” Ardi half whispered into my ear, “Or don't you, you're talking to yourself who's still worried about facing a lot of people?” Ardi's words deepened into my heart.

Had it not been in the library, I would have stupefied his mouth with a more spicy satire.

“Em.... You find Mutia huh? He's in the east hallway by the window. But, you don't expect him to come here alone. Wh why? Because in front of him is my seat, the bright” Ardi deliberately warms my heart.

Is it true that Mutia came with Ardi? Did Mutia lie to me? Or maybe they just accidentally met here. Ah, crap! I better ask Mutia directly. At once I had Mutia speak at another spot.

I ignored Ardi. It is better to stay away from it than to have to bet patience. Unfortunately, the other troublemakers were spaced straight in his sight. Apart from Ardi, Metha say hello – brings less good signal.

Can't hide either, because he's already waving. Calm and patient! That's all I can hold in my soul.

“Gas, you're on the perpus too? What a coincidence did we meet here?” ask Metha for pleasantries.

“Heem...” I replied with a mutter.

I don't think this meeting happened by chance. I'm not being prejudiced not bad, but it's weird that Ardi and Metha are on my way to Mutia.

“You are here looking for a book or want to find peace to learn, Gas?”

“I.... i...” My time is not much. “I went there first yes, Met.”

I just left Metha. He gawked, probably thinking I had the heart. Let it!

Where is Mutia? Ardi says he's in this East alley. But as far as the eye could see, Mutia was not imaged by the retina of my eye. It seems, Ardi is my son.

Ok! I'll let Ardi feel like winning first for a while.

“Gas,” Mutia's voice sounded greeting me from behind.

I turned around too. “Mut...”.

Mutia's greeting makes me happy. Merely, the bully standing beside Mutia made me have to swallow the fluttering hot air.

“Sorry yes, Mut. I'm late. Have you been waiting a long time?”

I looked at Ardi. Let's just say he doesn't exist.

“What if we chat in the cafeteria or in the park?”

Mutia did not give an answer. He glanced at Ardi. What does Mutia mean? Did he ask Ardi for permission? Not likely. I'm sure Mutia just felt bad for the Muka Dua.

Mutia replied, Metha is coming. It fits! Incredible power. Ardi and Metha are like monsters in Power Rangers who become giants. While I'm like the Red Rangers who are alone facing the enemy.

“Gas, you are here. I was looking for you from earlier,” said Metha while embracing my shoulder.

I noticed, Mutia spread a smile to Metha. But Metha is not indifferent, even she seems to avoid a fight with her best friend or former best friend. I don't know! I don't really understand their friendship status right now.

“Mmm…. Mut, if so I first yes,” said Ardi with an innocent play. The vow! I'd love to punch him in the face.

“We are together, Di.” Mutia chose to go with Ardi. “Yes first, Gas, Met.”

“Iya, Mut,” response. I wanted to catch up, but Metha held me back tightly.

Maybe it's not time yet. Later in the afternoon after class I will try again to invite Mutia to have a serious conversation.

I invited Metha to class early too. To be honest, I was getting uncomfortable with the way Metha focused my touch on me.

During the course of the study, my focus was on finding ways to get Mutia to talk elsewhere without any more distractions.

Then, I sent a message to Mutia. I explained that there was something serious I wanted to talk to him about.

Mutia replied and expressed her willingness. When I asked her where she was, she answered it was up to – me to decide.

Then, I asked Mutia to wait for a moment after class. I had to divert Metha from following me. He was not told for any reason. Even when I said there was an office business, he still insisted on coming too.

Finally, I skulked as she let her guard down. I asked him to wait in the parking lot. In fact, I gave my car keys to Andy to handle Tommy, Leo, and Revan who invited them to gather at a regular cafe.

If Metha gets angry or upset with me, I've planned to tell her straight. I was just waiting for Mutia's perception that would give me an extra reason to behave.

Me and Mutia agreed to meet at a fast food restaurant. It is about 10 minutes from campus. We go alone by ride the transportation ojek online.

Our behavior, if we take the term young people 90s down is called backstreet. Exciting, although stressful. It is as if it is covering up a love.

Why should I hide from Metha or many other pairs of eyes? Because basically I don't like conflict and hurt. I will only repay the heartache when I can gather a thousand reasons to hate that person. My purpose for vengeance, as I have revealed, is only to awaken.

“Sorry Yes Mut if we have to meet like this,” I said when we were sitting opposite.

“Nothing, Gas.”

“Oh yes, what do you want to eat? Let me order.”

“Let me have a go, Gas.”

“I'm the one who skipped, I'm the one who's responsible. So, what do you want?”

“Same with your order, Gas.”

“Yakin?”

“Iya. Thank you yes, Gas.”

I got up to line up, order food. Then, I chose two packs of rice with chicken, cola drinks, and Sundae Chocolate ice cream.

We also enjoyed the meal while talking casually about the lecture. Yes, before entering the core discussion, need introductory words first, right?!

After I thought the timing was right, I asked a question about him and Metha. “Before I apologized, Mut. I noticed your friendship with Metha as if it was being strained. I don't want to interfere. I'm just worried about the estrangement that's going on between you guys, it has something to do with me.”

Mutia seemed to be regulating the breath. “Actually I want to talk about it to you too, Gas,” he said.

“So, right because of me?”

“I can't say because of you, because I don't think it's your fault either.” Mutia lowered her voice a little. “Metha thinks you like me.”

Booms! Metha's statement is the truth, Mut. My dream in my heart.

“Pas malem you nganter me home, suddenly Metha asked about our closeness.”

“Our closeness, means?”

“I think he misunderstood. He thinks we have a special relationship.”

That's hope. But should I confess my feelings now? Is this the right moment? Haven't. The statement of love should be echoed when the happy atmosphere is thickly covered.

“She asked me to stay away from you,” continued Mutia, “She said also if I have feelings for you I should just give up.”

“Do you want to give up?”

Mutia.

“E…. I mean, if you like someone, do you want to give up on your best friend?”

“No. I will fight my feelings in other ways. I will try to take an approach that will avoid disputes. For me, friends are important. However, my feelings are certainly more important,” he explained.

Mutia seemed to be raising hopes for me. What does it say a code? Does he like me too? Do I feel for him in welcome?

“Keep, do you have the same feeling as me?”

I can't believe I asked that. I immediately turned my brain to anticipate the answer “not” that might come out of Mutia's mouth.