This Is It?

Chapter 28: The Hatred

Sesal whirring around the head. Anger rolling down the groove of the body's pulse. fretfully tempestuous burning every centimeter of skin.

Like patting water on a tray, splashing his own face. Why is it that every time I try to give a warning to Ardi, it is I who bear the damn? I am like an ant that bites because of a stomp.

I admit, he's good at reading this game. He can trap me. The happiness I designed, sank in the middle of the road.

The rejection of love from Mutia over my expression of love was so painful. However, Ardi made matters worse. Had he not cheated, Mutia would have already fallen in my arms.

Yes, Mutia said she had the same feelings for me. Just because of the twisted footage, he was so easy to adjust the taste. He gave me an excuse that I wasn't as good as he thought.

A moment! Mutia likes Bagas. He did not know about the soul contained within this body. That is, even Mutia is actually the same as the other women out there. Though I thought, he was the only one who didn't put his heart to Bagas. He also does not look at a person from the physical and the viewer. In fact, I was wrong.

Why am I able to deduce Mutia as if she is a hypocrite? If he loves from the heart he should be willing to digest my explanation first. He was not angry, and left. It's a little funny. He wanted a perfect figure, but acted innocent.

My mind judges Mutia not because I don't accept reality. This is caused by a sense of disappointment that rises from the heart to the chest.

I was proud of him like a star in space. I'm willing to focus the love of High School just for her. He, easily, broke my wait and struggle.

If a small mistake made him change his mind as fast as a train song, then I can also fade this feeling. There will be no more names he lives in wishful thinking.

Huh! The situation became so complicated.

Ironically, I can't hate him without antitheses that really undermine my rationality. His image is too strong to be enthroned in my heart.

I called Tommy, Revan, and Leo to meet at a regular cafe. I need their point of view on this matter.

The business of indulging the tongue and filling the bowels, they are very nimble. Whenever I meet, as long as they are at the place to eat, they will be ready.

When I arrived at the cafe, they were already sitting served by a waitress. A salute like their subordinates greeted me. The soldiers who will be my spear for revenge against Ardi.

“It looks like you're upset again, Gas. Why?” asked Tommy to analyze my face.

“Today I shot Mutia, but she rejected me,” I replied. In addition to the material, grief is potent to strengthen the loyalty of Tommy and the others.

However, the atmosphere was suddenly silent when I began to explain the cause of my heart becoming cloudy. They were silent, even stopped chewing. Are they leaking into the emotions I'm emitting?

“Kok you on direct diem? I'm telling you again,”. I came to console myself and hope for a solution of the heart, not to narrate the story of the Kancil in the same direction.

“Em.... kok bi... can you be rejected sa...... same Mutia, Gas?” ask again Tommy sounded nervous.

I also missed the incident first. I was once angry when they underestimated Mutia. That reason may be behind their rigid attitude now.

“Gue invite you to meet here for an opinion. So, you guys just relax. You are my best friends. If it's not you guys, who's the same song I'm telling." I tied the strings to their sympathy and empathy. "Gue was rejected because of Ardi."

Leo gawked at me.“The ardi? What's he doing, Gas? Fuckin' Kunyuk. She's starting to act up now.”

"Gas, whatever upsets you, we'll help you get to the root" Revan said.

I told him that Ardi was inciting Mutia to reject my declaration of love. Ardi accuses me of being a playboy who was never serious about bonding. Therefore, he asked Mutia not to fall asleep with sweet words coming out of my mouth. That's all I put on them. Using the proximity of Ardi and Mutia that several times seems to be the cause.

Regarding the footage that Ardi used as a weapon to hurt me, I kept it as my own archive. Basically, they don't like Ardi. I put salt on top of their hatred. Next, I simply sat down while watching the reaction that was about to happen. Is it easy not to have a lot of money? Clean hands are always awake.

Hatred is like downing poison while hoping the hated person dies soon. However, I served the poison to Tommy, Revan, and Leo. That is, I can get rid of Ardi and these three people at a time. Killing two birds with one stone.

Let's just say I'm playing Marionette. When I get bored, I cut the strap. For the doll, I can throw it in the trash.

“According to me, you make the Mutia regret,” said Revan.

“How, Van?” Tommy showed enthusiasm.

Revan gathered our ears on the table forming a rectangle. “Lu just look for a girl who is more beautiful and graceful than him. I don't think that's a difficult thing for you. Anyway, I guess he's just pretending to shun you, Gas. He may fantasize about being chased by handsome and wealthy men like those in soap operas. Well, if you look heartbroken, Mutia will feel proud. Your self-esteem can be trampled by him.”

Tommy and Leo nodded their heads in agreement with Revan's statement.

I took Revan's advice. Also true. Mutia's true nature has been revealed. Why am I pursuing his love – degrading the perfection I feel now?!

Leo apologized for his negligence. He also said he had an incredible plan to make Ardi fall untouched.

Unfortunately, Leo is reluctant to reveal what to do to Ardi. He said it was a special surprise for me. Let it be his business with Tommy and Revan as a ransom for his negligence. I was also asked not to worry.

There's a curiosity. However, it is better that I wait for the real results of their “trumpy” only. Sometimes, not knowing is more soothing. As long as my position is safe, I don't have to know their war strategy.

The night, the more our chatter gets. I had a different kind of pleasure than I've ever felt. Their dark side allowed me to laugh with relief despite the infiltration of sin.

So carried away, I was surprised to see the time record on the phone screen. Written at 02:00 in the morning. No I I've been with them for over 5 hours. Cluttering until you forget time.

I decided to go home soon. When I got out of the house, I told Mama to only go for a while to do college assignments with friends.

Plongs! I enjoy the beauty of Jakarta that never sleeps. The streets are still quite crowded with vehicles. Downstream residents are also closely monitored in entertainment venues.

When I got home, I was very careful. I set the rhythm of the foot so as not to produce a sound that could wake Mama and Papa.

The mat! The originally dim room instantly turned brightly lit like daylight. I stopped climbing the stairs. Uh! I hope only ordinary reprimands will be received.

“Where are you coming home this time?” papa's voice echoed to break the silence of the night.

I turned around. Papa looked at me with an expression that shook my prayers.

“You know what time it is? Go home as you please. What do you want to be?”

I walked to face Papa. Papa's words were so jarring that they scared me.

Then, I tried to compile an answer – reasons that can save me from Papa's anger. “Ba…. Ba…. Bagas from kost friend, Pah. Sleeping bagas due to fatigue ngerjain task.”

Papa sniffed the area around my shoulder and collar. His attitude made me more anxious.

Aplaaak!!! A hard slap landed on my left cheek. I couldn't dodge it in the least, because his arrival was so sudden.

“Papa has been bad at disciplining you. Also, teach you the importance of honesty. You lied to Papa. You think Papa's a senile old man you can fool?” papa's vowels are very fiery. “Since when did you start drinking alcohol? Tell him to do a job, but he plays at a nightclub. Yes, right?”

What defense should I present? Papa knows I tasted alcohol.

Ah, the beer that came in through my mouth was only one small glass, but the smell of it gushed deeply into the smell of people near me. Damnit damnit! Know this, I should "drink" until satisfied.

“Ma. Ba…. Bagas on.. coerced same friend. But Bagas did not get drunk really, Pah,” I explained. In a hot situation like this it's better I admit. However, there must still be a black sheep sacrificed.

"forced? Are you a child with no standing?"

Papa did not accept the reason. In fact, his hands seemed to be shaking, swinging into the air.

My biological parents never said anything hard, let alone hit me.

Papa pulled my arm. I thought I was going to get slapped again.

"Here you are." Papa dragged.

Mom went out of the room and straightened her hair.

"What the hell is it, Pah? It's the middle of the night screaming." Mama's blocking Papa's steps.

"Look at your son! He's coming home at this hour, and how dare he get drunk," Papa explained loudly.

"Keep Papa wants to punish Bagas? Mama did not accept. That bagas is no longer the little boy that Papa can law as he used to be." Mama glared at Papa to protect me.

Papa breathed out full of annoyance, then went into the room. Meanwhile, Mama told me to rest.

At least, I was lucky to have such a loving Mom.

I lay my body on the bed. I wouldn't have scolded Papa if it wasn't for thinking about Mutia. Yeah, he's the reason I got out of control until I got hugged by Papa.