This Is It?

Chapter 2: Friends

Good looking and rich, of course, life is safe sentosa. When committing sins people will say, “Yes pity, pity very much. Hopefully the problems he faces will soon be solved. He may be just a khilaf, it's just a test for him to get better. His name is also human, wrong place and forget”.

Meanwhile, if people like me do wrong, people talk while pleading with the sky to be brought by lightning. “Basic has never failed! It's bad, it's minus, it's a lot of behavior. All dead in sambre geledek. No gratitude at all in life”. That's the reality that's still around. People sometimes do not see the size of the mistakes made, but assess the appearance of people who make mistakes first. Ironic!

This morning I went to college with a motorbike. The plan, in the afternoon I want to go around looking for a meatball who is quiet visitors. Failure to eat processed meat on yesterday until carried away dreams.

Arriving at the faculty parking lot. I pondered for a moment. It used to be when my High School existence was considered a breeze by my first class mates, even one school. There is, but it is invisible. The blow was felt, but not considered. Here, just one quarter of college, I got bullied non-verbally yesterday. I hope that this incident does not happen again.

Suddenly a luxury BMW parked next to me. Bagas, he's the driver and the owner. As I was arranging my heart and mind, he appeared before me stirring up heart-warming heat.

Yes, too often eye contact with him will only further trigger envy. I decided to continue daydreaming in class only. But without putting a helmet on the motorcycle, the front door to the left of Bagas car opened suddenly. It was less than a meter away with my position to walk. Kontan I can't avoid a collision.

Bruuuk!!! My body was pushed by the door of the car that opened. I fell on my own bike and fell to the ground. Damnit damnit! The mouth can only be held in the mouth.

The pain when the chest and stomach collide with the motorcycle seat is also forced to be detained. For a moment I saw the culprit. Is that Bagas? But, isn't he usually at the wheel.

Hah, it's Leo. Yesterday Revan fished nestapa, this morning one of his group mates again. Just hitchhiking people's car was already belagu, let alone he who brought a car. Does he not know the manner in opening the car door? Just bourgeois-assisted, but lacking in ethics. My anger in my heart.

Anger and annoyance spread, chime inwardly as I try to rise. Meanwhile, Leo walked without the slightest sense of sin. Don't help, just say sorry no. Am I wrong in this? Then what's the point of spying? What is the glass for as a window in a car? Really, I was furious to see him step up in a parlente style.

“Lu is okay, Di?” Bagas bent his body a little. He's holding my motorcycle handlebar.

Then, the cheers of the devotees of Bagas echoed. “Bagasssss!!!”

One of them approached. He then pulled Bagas' hand. “Gas, later you Tetanus loh megang motor buluk like gini!” said insulting. Yes, it is very clear that his words are so condescending?!

He accused my bike of causing illness just by holding it. I wanted to stuff a rusty iron into her mouth so as not to talk carelessly. Women don't know themselves! It had been rejected by Bagas many times, but it was just begging for love and attention.

Ardi, patience! Why invite hate to the heart? It will only make the chest much more tight.

“Dit, can you please let go of my hand? I'll help Ardi first. Poor him.” Bagas.

“Udahlah! Let it go, Gas! This is big. The wrong part is also him, why park near your car. You should have asked for compensation to him. Who knows if your car has been scratched.”

“But, Ardi is my friend. Let me help him for a minute.”

“No need, Gas! You don't want your good looks to fade from coming into contact with him? Go, Gas! My friends and I have a gift for you. So, yesterday we tried to make a new special yel-yel to welcome you this morning,” forced Dita.

The exciting scene of attraction was plastered in front of the eyes. I exhaled. Is this a television film (FTV) or a scene in a Korean drama series?

“Iya. But briefly...” Bagas' right hand was still trying to hold the right handlebar of my bike, while his right hand was pulled strong by Dita.

Dita, a student from the Faculty of Economics, majoring in Accounting. He was so fond of Bagas. Every day just wait for Bagas to arrive, then give gifts or encouraging hymns. I don't know them personally, but I'm a good observer.

“Gas, let's spit! Here the smell is not pleasant, as there is a smell ****.” Leo turned around to let go of the insults on me. He also helped Dita pull Bagas arm.

Bruuuk!!! My bike fell again. If not the intention of helping does not need to appear like a hero in front of many people. My blood is starting to reach boiling point. Hold, Ardi!

I don't care if my bike is destroyed. However, my hand felt very anxious to punch Leo in the mouth. He did not mention the name he judged the smell of carrion, but his eyes had turned towards me.

In this way, I always take a shower before college, wear perfume, and my clothes are always washed with additional fragrances. Unfortunately, I suck. I have absolutely no power to make a defense.

Many pairs of eyes were looking at the incident when I collapsed to the ground. Instead of trying to help, they just focus on Bagas. Is it because someone like me deserves to be treated like this? Why am I expecting something that is obviously impossible?!

Bagas, so special he, my misery as if only – figures limited to passing. Suppose I were like him, I could do anything without worrying about insults, reproaches or insults.

After Bagas, Leo, and Dita disappeared from my vision, I walked slightly in a hurry to the classroom. Then, I passed Mutia.

I didn't say anything. My mouth seemed to be padlocked firmly to tell about the events I experienced. I also dodged as Mutia tried to grab my hand to help take a step.

“Di, you why?” ask again Mutia who was patiently waiting for a sound.

I can't give you an answer. I'm not used to talking. I too can only be sluggish.

“Mutia, let's quickly enter the classroom! We're late!” shout Metha.

Yes, without even looking at it I have memorized who the owner of the vocal.

“I am first Yes In that case!” mutia.

After he passed, I could only regret my attitude. You idiot! Why didn't I respond to the sentence after sentence that he told me. Said to be mute, I didn't. Huh! Then why don't I let him touch me? Ah, I just don't want to accept the blasphemy from the other friends afterwards.

Throughout the class, I rested my head on the chair. I just want to go home and rest! Studying every day doesn't make me smarter than Mutia, and more handsome than Bagas. Sorry, I won silly.

“Ardi!!! The ardi!!! Aaaarddiii..”.

Huh huh? Someone called me. I also stood up quickly.

“If you want to sleep, just get out of my class!” said Pak Niko, lecturer of Prose I (one).

I shook my head.

“You heard what I just said?”

I nodded my head.

Then, a boisterous sound of laughter filled the classroom. Followed by a few friends who said I couldn't speak.

“What? Try to repeat my explanation!” firmly him.

I gather strength to speak. Long enough to be silent without being able to say a word. I wasn't sleeping. I heard Mr. Niko's explanation carefully.

“Already! Sit down again, Ardi! Wait for you to talk so I can finish my time!” lamented him.

I'm back in position. Phew!!!

Until the class is over, the pain is still left in the body. All my friends have left class. I can only leave after they leave. Unwritten rules that somehow can follow from my High School to college.

The atmosphere in the parking lot is quite quiet. I sat on my bike and gathered my energy. I'd better just go home and rest. Tomorrow if you want to enjoy a bowl of meatballs. Thought.

Suddenly Bagas greeted from behind. “Hai, On! Sorry for what happened this morning. Your motor abrasions huh? Brought to the workshop just let me pay!”

I chose to start my bike immediately, then turn the gas. If you feel guilty, you should convey it after the incident or when you were in class.

“Di...” Bagas is holding my lap. “As my apology, how about I buy meatballs? Not in the canteen here. I know a good and comfortable place for us to eat,” he said.

We were? Whatdoes thatmean? Why does he seem to care about me? It's strange!

Just about to refuse, the movement was so agile to take over my bike. I was also pushed back.

“Don't be dumb, Di! The hunt for my friends is coming,” he explained.