This Is It?

Chapter 27: The Voice

My feelings are mixed. I want to be Mutia's lover. However, he often tugs this closeness like playing a kite.

What do you really think about me? Does he like me as much as I like him? Alright. I'll make sure today. Waiting is only getting more mind-bending.

I sent a message via WhatsApp to Mutia with a request to meet. He asked about the topic he wanted to discuss. I just say something important. It is better spoken directly in order to be able to simultaneously read his face painting.

We also agreed to meet at the faculty park later in the afternoon after the lecture. Honestly, my heart was pounding very fast like waiting for the results of the final school exam (graduation). I want to immediately reveal all the feelings that have long been ingrained in the heart.

Love has not been expressed, but various conjectures and scenarios have surfaced overhead. Had Mutia accepted my love, my life would have felt more complete. So what if he refuses? No. gabe. I'm sure he won't deny my feelings.

Last night, I read a lot of articles on the internet about understanding women's feelings. He said, when women changed attitudes suddenly – who was previously close, then he was waiting for certainty.

I've been wrong to let the feeling clot bigger. In fact, it could be that the feeling is actually shrinking because it is left to roll alone.

I'm getting ready for the office. Learn and keep learning about business. Sometimes the boredom whack, because I feel my passion is lacking in the field. But if I try to face the future, being a businessman or entrepreneur will be more fun than being a regular worker (employee).

As soon as I was about to get out of the gate, I saw Andy walking over. Tumben once he came without notifying me first.

I asked Andy to get in the car. I'll just take him to the office. There was no time to visit him in the house.

“Gas, I want to talk about serious things as you,” said Andy as soon as my feet steadily stepped on the gas.

I looked at Andy's face. “What's serious, Dy?”

“Gas, I think your actions at the same time Ardi in the parking lot yesterday are very outrageous," he said, patting my shoulder. "Gue doesn't know you have a problem with him. However, the behavior is not a reflection of the Bagas I know."

Where does Andy know if I was the mastermind behind the bullying to Ardi. Is it possible that Tommy, Revan, or Leo told Andy? I suspect the three of them have betrayed me. They know the consequences that await them should I get angry.

Then, about a different Bagas - not as Andy was familiar with. These four people, consider Bagas like an angel. In fact, the one who struck the war drums first was the original owner of the body that is now mine.

“On what basis do you accuse me? I guess you're actually my best friend – who knows me more than anyone who's near me right now. Turns out, you instead thought I was acting as the lead actor who bullied Ardi.”

I deliberately played a friendship so Andy wouldn't defect.

“Sorry, I'm not from Nudu. While in class, I accidentally saw Leo chat to Revan and Tommy. It was, he asked Revan and Tommy to smash Ardi's motorbike over your manners. And since you are my best friend, I must ngingetin you, right?!” bright Andy.

Damnit damnit! Leo is very careless. He could send a secret mission message without paying attention around. One warning I'll give him when I meet him at college.

“Huh! I thought all along we were five familiar friends. Not to mention, someone sold my name for his own sake,”, I said in a sad tone. I can't possibly admit what I did to Andy. “Gue doesn't have any problems with Ardi. You know for yourself that Tommy, Revan, and Leo are the ones who don't like Ardi. Now, it's up to you to believe me or not the same me."

Andy looked at me. “Gue don't want you to take the wrong step, Gas.”

Wrong move? What else did Andy mean by saying that? Never mind, this time I take his words as advice. I don't want to argue or argue with him.

There are more important things I need to think about. I cannot underestimate Andy. He was transformed into a prosecutor for everything I did.

I took Andy to the office, but he asked to stop halfway. I also fulfilled his request. There's no question I'm asking to know where he's going. There was a sudden sense of awkwardness forming between the two of us.

Arriving at the office, I tried to rearrange my love statement plan to Mutia. After all, today my job is just to take part in the meeting as a listener,

Time also feels fast moving when the mood can be maintained as best as possible. I'll let Mutia know if I'm on my way to college. I want to express love before I go to class. The reason, because when you go home there are many potential distractions.

Breathe in, exhale. Along the way, I set the rhythm of the air that goes into the lungs. I also tried to calm my mind to normalize a racing heartbeat.

Mutia reported waiting in the park. I was increasingly shaken by a sense of hope and hope. May Mutia's readiness to meet me give a good sign.

Get off the car, I'll make sure the words are developed. Mutia, every time I look at you, I can feel all the radiance of taste that is drawn through your face. Then, whenever I stand near you, I am so sure to always step with you - everywhere. Therefore, will you be the antenna of my life that can make the history I display brighter?

Waw! I hope I can recite those words.

Mutia sat gracefully under the shady tree. The closer I got to him, the more my breath felt heavy.

“Hai, Gas. What important thing do you want to tell me?” Mutia immediately asked the core of this meeting.

Damnit damnit! I should've bought flowers or chocolates, or something. Expressing love with empty hands. Isn't that a little strange?

I count backwards from three, two, one. Oh, naw! I'm not ready yet. The tongue is held in place by teeth. I'm really nervous.

“Gas, you why?” Mutia.

I'm getting harder and harder to withstand the turmoil in my soul. “Ng. Why not, Mut.”

It took me a few minutes to neutralize the emotion.

“To be honest, there are things I want to tell you too, Gas. It's about my feelings" Mutia said. "Look, Gas,” his sweet voice seemed to indicate the positive reciprocity I would get.

However, I could not wait for him to complete the main sentence. “Mut, what Metha said time on the bridge, about my feelings for you, it's true. Ilove you. I've liked you ever since we were in white-gray uniforms. However, at that time I could only admire you without having the slightest courage to approach you.”

Huah!!! There is a sense of relief that is tempestuous even though the statement of love that I expressed has not received affirmation. Indeed, the paragraphs read do not correspond to those already written in the brain. However, the substance remains the same.

I closed my eyes for a moment waiting for the word to be spoken through Mutia's lips. Unfortunately, Mutia never hummed.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He nodded with a little sobbing.

Is he happy? Or cry because you want to give rejection?

Why does the atmosphere turn gray? This is beyond what comes to my mind.

“Mmm…. The mut? You are.... why? What aaa... is something wrong with my words?” I was so worried.

Nay! I don't want to hear my love clap one hand.

Mutia held her sitting position back. He looked at me with glass.

“Gas, thank you very much for the taste you have for me.”

Anxious whack my mind due to the response he gave quite mengabu.

“But, can I connect my previous sentence?” pinta Mutia's.

Obviously, could. I also gave a sign of agreement. It's just, he makes me feel like I'm sitting spinning in a ring. There is a beautiful view that I can see when I am on top. However, there is also a flat-span ground for me to climb out of the game – alone.

Mutia pulled out her phone. His fingers moved agilely over the screen.

“I want to talk about my feelings. Disappointed feelings towards you,” explained Mutia. Then, he played a voice recording.

Suddenly I was struck by lightning.  I heard my haughty voice coming from Mutia's speaker phone.

That's the word I said to Ardi yesterday while delivering the Bapet. The duration is so short. Just part of the time at the beginning I asked Ardi, and when he said I told Leo, Revan, and Tommy to destroy the Bapet.

“I really didn't expect you to do that sort of thing, Gas. For you, maybe Ardi's motorbike is interfering with your vision. But for Ardi, it was more than just a means of transportation. There is a high spirit to survive, to study in this city. The motor was bought with the labor of his father, who wanted to see the child easily in mobilizing.” Mutia shed tears. “Everyone admires you, including me. Yes, I admit that I like you too. But I was always self-conscious. I'm just an ordinary woman who might not be worth it to be with you.”

“Mut, something is wrong in the recording. I beg you...”.

Mutia got up, and interrupted my words. “Sorry, I was wrong about you. I appreciate your feelings, but my heart cannot accept what you did to Ardi. You smashed Ardi's motor, then fixed it. Maybe it's funny to you, like a toy. Unfortunately, you ignore that there is a feeling that cannot be played with all the luxuries that you have now.”

Mutia left, leaving pain in my heart. There was not a single word I could use to nail his leg so that he would listen to my explanation.

Ardi fucker! Quickly, yesterday he opened the door while holding his phone. Apparently, he recorded a conversation. Then, he edited it to impress the savage me.

I will take back the thorns that he put on my body. Get ready, O Face Two!