This Is It?

Chapter 20: Loud

I don't want maladeni Ardi. However, he continued to block my steps towards Mutia. He seemed to intentionally want to provoke an outburst of my emotions.

“Lu where the hell are you going, Gas? I told you, this is him himself. He doesn't need your presence or anyone right now. You want to fuck him? If he just becomes annoyed, and angry with you, how?” papar Ardi's. “Am I ngingetin you?”

Yes, Ardi's words have a point. I have to give Mutia a pause to dry the tears. After the atmosphere is conducive, I can only comfort or give it peace.

That means I'll finish one question that's in my head. Questions related to the person who is currently swapping roles with me.

“Actually you who?” my question was to raise a cynical look at Ardi.

“Gue? Who am I still? Haha...” Ardi was laughing. “Gue is Prasetya Winardi. Early semester students living in loneliness. Student who used to live the day alone, but was trying to pursue his first love from High School.”

I grabbed Ardi's collar. “Gue no longer wanted to joke. I don't know what you mean by all this. Therefore, explain now also about your identity. Or..”

“Or do you want to teach me a lesson? What lesson? Write poems? A sing? Or beladiri?” Ardi continued to throw a face that tested the limits of my patience.

Should I put a fist in his mouth? No. gabe. It could be that he will make the wound I was presented with as a weapon to cripple me in front of Mutia.

Someone who is challenging the storm, must have a neatly arranged scenario. He certainly has prepared an antidote or life insurance. So, he deliberately made the body hurt by others to scavenge for profit.

Words must be answered too. Do not allow yourself to be a suspect because you are trapped in the trap of emotional games.

“Huh!” I breathed in front of his face. “Gue wants to call you not human, but you are not afraid of sunlight. How ya?! You are manipulative. Honestly, I'm nyesel, ever envious of you who are always glorified by many people.”

“You shouldn't be jealous of me now, right?” He pulled my hand to release the grip that I had been holding. “How many times do I have to say, enjoy your life properly. Don't think about finding out about other people's identities. In this world, there is no human being who is not camouflaged. Wh why? Life is not enough with just one face. To achieve a certain intent, everyone will wear a suitable mask.”

“Wow! Suddenly you become a motivator,” my sindirku.

“Udah yes. I don't want anyone passing by to see us alone again in a quiet place like this. He could have mistaken. After all, Mutia had also left this place.” Ardi pushed me a little, then rushed away.

He always dodged when I asked him about the secret posed by the Fate-Changing Pearl. Huh! His attitude makes me more curious to uncover the various mysteries he presents.

I also stepped away. The heart's desire is to pursue Mutia, but it is blocked by the dividing wall of the Face of Two.

***

Everyone has the right to choose their own way of life. Feelings of not being able to be forced to anchor to an unloved heart.

“If me and Bagas like each other, why should I back off?” The words kept on ringing in my head all night. Does Mutia really like me too? If true, I don't know why there's a tingle I feel.

Mutia likes Bagas, not Ardi. The current one is Ardi. Complicated! I want to not care. But, what if one day I return to my original body?

Huh! I tried to focus first to wait for Metha's arrival. I want to settle this misunderstanding so that he no longer fights Mutia.

Metha is waiting, Dita and her horde are coming. She held onto a bouquet of flowers as she walked smiling towards me.

“Bagas, congratulations yes! I knew you would win" said Dita. "But sorry, yesterday I had a family event. So I didn't get to attend. You're sorry about me, aren't you, Gas?”

“Iya, Dit. Thank you yes!” I congratulated him with open arms.

“Who are you waiting for, Gas? From earlier I noticed you were clinging to a wobbly kayak was not calm anyway.”

I saw Andy walking towards me. Behind Andy looks Metha accompanying.

I immediately called Andy to be made a shield. Only he can close Dita's movements.

After Andy arrived, I immediately flashed my tongue. “Dy, Dita nyariin lu nih. Said he wanted to talk to you about something.”

They too were dumb and glued.

“Gas.... i...” Dita tried to hold my steps.

“Dy, I no need important. Please help me yes!” I whispered to Andy.

Metha walks to the side of the classroom building. Either he dodged, because he saw me and Dita or for some other reason. But this is in line with what I expected.

I walk fast. Chasing while calling his name.

Metha also stopped. I looked right and left, making sure the atmosphere was quiet.

“Met, I want to say something to you. This is serious,” I said not to mince words.

“You want to express your feelings to me, Gas?” Metha looked at me.

I will no longer plant weeds in Metha's heart.

“Iya. I understand, Gas. But, am I wrong if I hope that one day your feelings for me will change?”

Metha's voice was soft. I set my mind to a moment. Honesty is painful, but allowing hope to mill around will give more problems in the future.

“Thank you you already have a taste of me. It's just that I don't want you to put any hope in me,” I explained in a soft tempo voice.

Metha starts to shed tears. I turned my eyes to the other side.

“What is this because of Mutia? What is more Mutia Gas than I am? Am I less beautiful? I can look so much more graceful and feminine than her. Am I less intelligent? I can also study harder to keep up with his intelligence.”

From the beginning I was sure this conversation would not be easy aka a lot of interlocked emotions.

“This is not a matter of appearance or the like. It's a matter of the heart, Met. I beg you to understand yes.”

Metha tried to hug me. This time, I don't want to be carried away by compassion. I took two steps back.

“I saw your debate with Mutia yesterday behind the hall. I hope you can be heartened. At first, I believed you supported my relationship with Mutia. Turns out, you turned around hating Mutia.” I'm looking for an editor who wouldn't have made her feel hurt. However, I can't even get into his mindset.

“Gas, can't you just open your heart for me? Don't you want to try to give me the same feeling? Give me a chance to melt your heart, Gas,”, Metha said.

What else should I give him an explanation? All the statements I made were for his own good as well. I can't pretend much less try with feelings.

My voyage of love is approaching the harbor. I don't know the true meaning of love yet, but I don't want to be shipwrecked before I get to the edge.

“Met, I can't give you a chance like you said. Please understand! It's a matter of the heart, I can't promise anything,”.

“Alright!” Metha wiped her tears. “I know this must be because of Mutia. He is indeed selfish, sacrificing friendship for love,” his pride.

I wanted to be patient, but Metha's statement ignited the heat in the blood. He said Mutia was selfish. I don't just want to defend Mutia, I want Metha to be conscious.

“Sorry, who is actually selfish is you or Mutia?”

“You mean, Gas?”

I took a breath for a moment. “You asked Mutia to stay away from me for you, whereas you know I like Mutia. I haven't said anything to him. But who in this case sacrificed friendship? I see Mutia is still being nice to you. He still wants to be friends with you. Then why do you hate Mutia when I don't clap your hands back? Yeah, you should hate me.”

Metha was silent at my exposure.

Nevermind! I think the problem is clear. I don't want to be involved in prolonged drama.

“Class is about to start. I go first!” my word.

I didn't offer him to jointly swing a step into class. I don't want to turn on a speck of taste. It is better to be labeled evil for being straightforward, than to cheat to be considered good.

When I left Metha, I was determined not to be tempted to look back. It's just a matter of time. I don't care if he turns into a grudge against me.

“Wow! What drama did you shoot, Gas? My love Blocked Restu from my Friends Gebetan, that's the title?” Ardi greeted me as I was about to climb the stairs.

Fucking ghosts! Never mind all this time he's been lurking wherever I go.

“Sorry yes, I have no time to face a snake like lu.”

“Gue think you mending with Metha. Or Dita. Em.... or you are courting both at once, so that hoses. Let Mutia be with me. If Mutia is the same me, I am sure there will be no drama of division between him and his best friend,” he explained giving advice.

But what kind of advice is that? Why not beg in front of me?

These few days Ardi seemed to be taking advantage of the circumstances to ignite my affections and mentality. Oh, okay. I know why he did that. My clenched hand I loosen it back.

“Lu prestige want to ask for more body pieran same me? You envy that my achievements outweigh you? You're caught off guard with this 180-degree turn around life. Try to tell me directly how to let us exchange bodies again. Don't beat around like a girl!” I pat her cheeks gently.

He looked at me sharply.

Then, Mutia came.

“Hai Gas, Di,” greet Mutia. “You guys are still here? I think he was seriously talking again. If so I go first yes.”

“I... yes, Mut,” response Ardi acting innocent as usual if dealing with Mutia.

Ardi, the Hypocrite! I have decided that from today I will conduct an intensive investigation into him. From High School until before the body exchange, his nature and behavior are very different from the current him.

Or maybe he's not the real Bagas? So, there is a possibility of refraction when this body exchange occurs.

So, if he was a different figure, what could the real Bagas be hidden somewhere else? Is this real world or science fiction?!