This Is It?

Chapter 29: Yarn

Regrets always come when a decision is made. Problems also become many times when the mind is deadlocked because the desire is not fulfilled perfectly. I shouldn't be so submissive to my own ego.

Now I realize, Tommy, Revan, and Leo said about Mutia – some time ago – has a point. The higher the stairs, the wider the view that can be seen. Why would I pursue the love of one person if I could get that much love from anyone and from any direction?!

My perception has to change. All for my happiness too. I can't shackle my life with a false love. Release Mutia, develop a definition of love. His presence no longer needs to be considered as an important thing that affects my spirit.

Uh! As a result of last night's events, because of him, my freedom was a little taken away. Papa doesn't let me out of the house except for college and to go to the office. I don't like being restricted like this. However, I do not have the power to fight.

Bugggh!!!  I slammed the car door hard. Anxiety peaks in the brain. Really, I'm going to avenge this "punishment" I got.

“Gas, why are you? Are you not okay?” ask a woman whose voice disappeared long enough from my ear.

“Oh, Dita. Hi!” sapaku with wajam sour.

Dita snuggled up next to me. “You look like a bad mood again huh? Why anyway? Is it because you miss me? For some time, I rarely saw you. Sorry, Gas. I have been very busy with college lately. But calm down, I'm here today specifically to nengokin your state.”

Dita's rant makes my head feel like it's spinning faster. Instead of helping to ease the burden on my mind, he was aggravating it with words that irritated me even more.

I wanted to avoid Dita, but I saw Mutia walking alone. Our views also collided. However, I immediately slammed my eyes towards Dita.

“Dit, Will you have no classes later? I want to take you to lunch while waiting for the next class,” I said in a loud voice to air into Mutia's ears.

Dita clasped my hand with her face. “Serious, Gas? You invite me to lunch?” He also raised his voice quite loudly.

“Why? You don't want to huh? Is it okay? May...” I rubbed the back of Dita's palms to raise the impression of being friendly.

“Mau bang, Gas. I better skip class than miss this opportunity,” insisted Dita.

Mutia melengos while passing me and Dita. He seemed to have stolen a glance - perhaps to confirm his view. I'm sorry, Mutia!

I know Dita still loves Bagas. I can use him by pretending to respond to his feelings. True the saying goes, do not be too quick to hate someone, because one day it could be that person came to help.

My move to class again felt light as it was days ago. Giving attention is not a difficult thing. Meanwhile, I can get three things at once. First, Dita became my ammo to heat up Mutia. Second, he can be used to help three of my soldiers to judge Ardi. Third, I will slowly learn about his closeness with Metha – as I saw when they went together. In the end, all these veils can be used as a map to read the steps of the Kunyuk.

Smart work is more profitable than hard work. As hard as it tries if the brain is not used, the results will certainly not be satisfactory.

After class, I rushed to take Dita to the White Horse. Earlier, I had already sent him a short message to wait beside my car.

Meanwhile, Tommy, Revan, and Leo said they were preparing to execute their plans giving Ardi a tougher warning. Again, I don't want to know what their plan is. I also have my own plan to satisfy my inner self. One thing I believe about them is that they are very reliable.

As soon as I was going down the stairs, Andy patted me on the shoulder. He asked me about something that made me rush.

I also slipped. Because I trusted him, I told him I would go to lunch with Dita.

A little mince-talk, I offered Andy to join my fake date. Beyond expectations, he also said he wanted to come along. He said, some days he misses the figure of Bagas who is always open to him.

Damnit damnit! My bases bear unwanted hope.

Nevermind! I asked, then there was no way if I suddenly refused his wish. Next time, I have to be firm in my words.

I looked in the mirror. Tidying hair and expression, and regulating the breath. Handsome and well-established. This identity is getting stronger in my story.

Bruckk! The sound of the toilet door opening. Spontaneously, I turned to simply look at the person coming out from behind the dump room.

Huh! Apparently the Kunyuk. I just managed to loosen the nerves in my brain. But one of the most annoying people, just showing up, spoils vision.

Ignore it! Think of him as an astral creature or invisible toilet bouncer.

“Why go? Scared? Or feel threatened?” ask the Kunyuk while turning the sink faucet.

Goddamn shit! He seems to be looking for a storm with me.

I stopped the step. “Lu really want me to say hello and ask? Duh! Unfortunately, look at you I'm so sick of it,” my circus.

“E…. If so, I'd greet and ask you yes,” jajatnya. “Halo, Gas? How are you doing? Are you happy today? How did you sleep last night? Quality as usual dong. Can sleep on a mattress for tens of millions accompanied by a cold AC like being in Antarctica.”

It was obvious that he was provoking my emotions. I turned around and went straight to him.

“Lu said it let me overheat, let me kayak worms sprinkled with salt, so?” I mocked him back. “Lu wants me to be angry, because you again snerecord this conversation. Then you want to show the results of the recording - which you will edit in such a way - to Mutia. You're gonna do it again to ruin my reputation in her eyes, right?" I glared at him. "Norak you! I am not interested in Mutia. Haha...”.

My hands are actually itching to punch his lips. He was the most absurd man I ever met in the world. His life is not clear, it only disturbs the happiness of others. Let alone her incarnation of the devil.

I was determined not to deal with my anger. As the saying goes, dogs bark, caravans pass. Maybe his life battery from destroying my mood so he always does that when dealing directly with me.

“Ups, sorry. I forgot that you were rejected by Mutia. Haha.." his laughter insinuated. "Bagas oh Bagas. Uh I mean, Bagas KW (imulation). You should have sure if Mutia would have received you before you would have loved her. Or you tell me the cake so I can help. Rejected equal first love is it pain amazing huh?” his satire.

Be patient! Unfortunately, I can't anymore. His rombeng mouth must be bruised so as not to casually speak.

I approached the Kunyuk again with a groaning hand. I pulled the collar off his shirt using the power of my right hand. My face was already unable to resist the description of resentment.

“Your mouth seems to have to be really schooled,”.

My left hand is ready to blow. However, Andy's voice restrained my actions.

“Gas, you are really long in the toilet. Come dong! Coincidentally I have a very laper,” exclaimed Andy.

I blew air on Ardi's face. “Fate you again lucky. If not, maybe your lips I made thick 3 times. Don't think I'll feel indebted for a lifetime with you!”

I let go of my grip while pushing her body. He grinned as if he felt victorious.

Stupid idiot! Prepare to take my thousand shadow attack. I got a lot of guns without trigger.

Huh! In front of Andy and Dita, I tried to stay calm. I try to enjoy a messy togetherness.

Yes, my lunch with Dita became a regular lunch. There was no conversation I could build to provoke his emotions. I had to rearrange my plan to make Dita my doll collection.

I don't like playing with real dolls. However, playing human dolls began to feel different happiness.