This Is It?

Chapter 34: The Attack

The cold rolled into each of my bones so massively. I need a blanket to cover the warmth. However, I had to be patient waiting for the lecture to end.

I held Leo's hand to tell him of my condition. Unfortunately, he just smiled a little at me. There was no question, nor any comment he made. It was impossible for him not to feel the different temperature I showed through this contact.

Okay, Leo. I should not have had any hope of his attention. It's just that, as the person I feed so often, he looks so ignorant of return.

Time was suddenly not on my side. One minute is like an hour. Meanwhile, my body was shivering uncontrollably.

Andy looked at me intently. Then, he raised his hand to relay the interruptions to the lecturer who was explaining the material.

I didn't think he asked the lecturer for permission so I could leave class sooner. He also came to take me home.

While waiting for my house driver to pick me up, Andy ran to the cafeteria to buy me a warm sweet tea. He was so quick to help me. His care revives the newness.

“Why the hell didn't you ask me for help directly? You prestige because yesterday we had an argument?” ask Andy while guiding my steps into the car.

He scolded me, but for the unexpected. He did not discuss my indifference to Mutia.

“Thank you yes, Dy. Sorry I so ngerepotin you,” lirihku.

I don't feel my tears dripping. All my life, this is the first time I've ever felt how warm it is to have a best friend. Although maybe Andy's treatment will be different if he knows I'm not the real Bagas, but this experience will be very imprinted in my history.

“Lu cry why? Very cute!” grouse Andy. However, I understand if there is actually a joke wrapping his words.

I myself am often confused by my emotions. Easy to touch, but sometimes filled with feelings like revenge.

I then quibble if my crying occurs due to congenital pain that hit my body.

“The name is also the sick person, Dy. Usually it will be tired and tired to make our organs also sad without realizing it,” concluded me.

***

For three days I was lying limp in bed. Mama advised me to stay at the hospital. I also refused on the grounds that my body only needs to be returned to the initial settings such as adequate and quality sleep.

Though the main reason I don't want to be hospitalized, because I'm so afraid of syringes. I can't imagine the sharp little thing that broke through my venous veins – planted for some time. It was more terrifying than a hand slashed by a razor.

Meanwhile, medicines, vitamins, and health-supporting foods were residing in the stomach, but I did not feel any significant changes. Usually when I have a fever or flu symptoms, I take enough stall medicines, and can recover no more than two days. It turns out that in the body of the rich, sick people like to spoil.

Andy knocked on my door and called my name. I invited him to come straight in.

I was so surprised. Behind Andy, there was Mutia following. He bought a basket of fruits.

Mutia came with good intentions to visit me. Therefore, I cannot simply refuse his presence.

“How are you doing now, Gas? Have you done it?” mutia asked while thrusting the parcel she was carrying.

“Iya, better. Thank you for bothering to come here," my response was flat.

I don't have much vocabulary or topic to chat with Mutia. Yeah, because I didn't prepare it. Andy did not tell me if this afternoon would come with Mutia.

“Thank God then, Gas. Looks like you are over-exorcising your energy and mind. You know, I hear you're busy helping your father's company. Plus, ahead of UAS, we are given a lot of assignments by almost all lecturers. You also have a duty as a Campus Ambassador who has begun to solid activities yes.” Mutia was so good at telling me.

One side I salute him, for still being able to speak softly to me after getting my cruel attitude a few days ago. But on the other hand, I was a bit skeptical of him. I don't know! It felt like my mind was so vigilant guarding my heart to avoid getting hurt.

When I was confused to fill in Mutia's statement, Andy said goodbye to pick up guests who would visit me too.

If my guess is correct that the ones that came were Tommy, Revan, and Leo, I would have sharply insinuated them.

But what about Mutia?

Lothawat! The three Cecungguk could potentially insinuate me back when they found Mutia was here. They probably won't let go of the innuendo explicitly. Only, there must be a change in attitude that they will show.

I can't seem inconsistent in front of them. My mission is not complete. I have also spent a lot of capital to shake their noses to obey me.

Andy! Why didn't he talk to me first when he wanted to invite others?

Mutia noticed my movements that were so agitated and restless. What a dilemma. It was impossible to suddenly tell him to go home.

“Ha.... ha... hello, Gas! How are you doing now?” Apparently the Kunyuk came.

What's he coming here for? Does he miss the comfort presented in the house where he lived for dozens of years?

“Good, In. Please sit! Find your most comfortable place to lean ya.” Inevitably I have to be friendly serving his acting that pretends to be geeky.

“Wah, your room is huge, Gas. It's as big as my house. But it looks bigger and of course better your room,” he said deepening the role that is being played. He also used more subtle pronouns in referring to me.

Basic the Kunyuk Muka Dua, the strangest human from the Hypocritical Valley!

“You're too much, Di,” reply me with a little radiance.

Andy took Mutia and the Kunyuk without my consent. He's completely lost his mind. His mind path is unpredictable. My admiration for him also entered the realm of relative.

Uh! True to the saying, do not be too quick to measure the depth of the river from the clarity created on its surface.

I walked into the kitchen to see the lunch. Even so, I have to entertain my guests to the maximum.

Just a few steps away, the Kunyuk chased after me.

“Gas, can I come with you? I really want to go around looking at this nice and magnificent house of yours,” he said with a pleading tone.

He must miss the atmosphere in this house. Or maybe he's looking for his relics here. Yeah, could be. If it wasn't for some ulterior intent, he wouldn't have been able to visit.

“Come! You must have missed seeing every corner of luxury in this house, right?. I understand, Friend,” oftenaiku while fanning the heat.

“Actually I came here to nyampein your father's mandate anyway,” he said making my brain jerked. “Sorry, I mean my father. Sorry yes, I am still not used to claiming something that does not belong to me.”

I tried not to heed his pointed mouth. His description is like an arrow intended to hurt my mind.

“Dad yesterday came to my boarding house to look at me. I also spent one night. Before returning to Serang, I want to meet you to say thank you. Unfortunately, you are not seen on campus. I keep getting kicked out of Andy if you're lying weak helpless. Haha, you must be exhausted from not stopping thinking about me,”.

Her little laugh invited my fist. “Mirgin you? Make what? Mending you now around once as much as round this palace. Could be next time I don't give you a chance like this again.”

I accelerated the foot swing. I knew he was coming to make me fall.

“Dad turned out to be a lot of fun. We talk about many things that make life feel colorful. Anyway, talking to Dad, it was exciting. His words, his advice, so reassuring my heart and mind,” he added like a motorbike filled with gasoline.

I set my breath while searching for words of dissent.

“Oh that's yes. What the hell is he talking about? Speaking poverty? Sharing stories about suffering as a small people who are often viewed side by side by others. Or do you swap imaginations to build a living scenario as beautiful as a fantasy world?”

Sorry, Dad! I didn't mean to disobey you. I murmured with heart.

She's speechless. So, I felt like I had an incredible inspiration.

“Udahlah, Di! The more you heat my heart with your pleasure mask, the more clearly you're feeling that you're not okay. If indeed you feel happy with your present life, why do you keep it in my ears? A lot of talk means a lot of lies, agree with the phrase?!” I hugged Kunyuk's shoulder. “We better have lunch first let your mouth have more energy to later storytelling again.”

Her face flushed. Maybe he was devastated by my much more devastating counterattack – destroyed hearing.

“Oh yes, what do you want to eat? Don't hesitate, you say. Want Western, Chinese, Japanese, even Mediterranean cuisine, available here. But sorry, there are no instant noodle stocks here. The existence of pasta,” I said with a full cynical smile.

***

I woke up in the middle of the night. My body feels so painless. My eyes slowly shaded along with the view that became blurred.

What's the matter? What the hell happened to me? It was like when I got out of my old body.