This Is It?

Chapter 38: Drama

Courage arises thanks to strong support. Whether it is power or wealth. The point is, being on the bottom layer is not fun. Can not fight, even always denigrated.

I would rather endure longing for Father and Mother than lose all the pleasures of this life. After all, enduring a longing does not mean forgetting. My memory remains the same, just a different body. I can visit them without letting go of happiness.

This afternoon I went to the bookstore myself. I wanted to take Andy. However, I feel more comfortable going without friends. Sometimes the presence of others in the step is like a restraint.

Take a look at the Literature and Linguistics shelves in the bookstore. In order to get a perfect score at UAS, I have to annex all the material resources contained in each course. Smart is not enough if not accompanied by effort. I want not a single spot of blemish in me to be blasphemed by others.

I bought books titled Introduction to Language, Literature, and Philosophy, as well as some popular novels such as "Pride and Prjudice" by Jane Austen, "The Sophie World" by Jostein Gaarder, and "Animal Farm" goerge Orwell's. Let me befriend the world's masterpieces so that I can establish myself as a student of English Literature.

After shopping for books, I felt thirst. Then, I headed to the coffee shop. Thirst is gone, drowsiness can be blocked. I thought.

The future is full of mystery and surprise. From a distance of about 10 meters, I saw Dita and Metha standing in line at the shop I was going to. Damnit damnit!

Dita looked back. Exactly right! His eyesight was straight on me.

“Bagas!!!” yells. Then, he walked up to me. “It just so happened to meet here. Is this called a soul mate? Hehe... By the way, you want to buy drinks here too?”

“Iya.” I try to develop a smile.

“What do you want to drink, Gas? Let me buy it. You are the same Dita sit down and wait aja yes,” said Metha.

If I were to reject his offer, the game might falter a little. “Americano hot yes, Met,” light up while thrusting a sheet of blue money. But he refused my gift.

Ok. Think of the tract of Metha as the gift of having a handsome face full of temptation and always being an idol of women.

I sat opposite Dita. He asked about my activities as a Campus Ambassador, my preparation for UAS, to my life at home. He's acting a little considerate. Meanwhile, I have known his character more deeply.

When I was sick last week, he was indifferent to me. Now, he's trying to defend me with false, sickening words.

Huh!

I turned my eyes to Metha. It's been over 20 minutes, but he hasn't come back from the line yet.

“What do you see, Gas? The metha? Patience yes! Maybe there are more obstacles with the vending machine,” said Dita while pulling my chin.

It's strange! I did not comment on anything, but he read the look on my face in a very exaggerated manner. He thinks of me like a restless child waiting, then is calmed down enough to use a trick. Though, I was just checking Metha's position.

It is only natural that my instincts say something is wrong with Dita and Metha's attitude. It was as if it was distracting me. Meanwhile, Metha launches a plan.

A little while later, Metha came carrying a tray containing three cups of drinks. Only, I had a glance at him walking not from the seller's area serving consumer orders, but the left side of the quiet shop.

“Thanks yes!” I said after receiving my drink. I threw a suspicious painting out of my face for a moment. Then I got up from the chair. “I first yes,” pamitku.

Metha pulled my left arm. “Where are you going, Gas? Want to go directly to campus?” tanyakanya. It was obvious that he was trying to hold me back longer. “It's only 1 o'clock, Gas. Our lecture is at 3.”

“Yes, where are you going, Gas? The drink was drunk here. Poor Metha loh already ngantri quite long earlier,” timpal Dita.

The weirdness is growing in my brain. I don't think they're just asking me to spend time with them. There seems to be a veiled intent from each of their statements.

“I have other business,” I explained.

“Keep you drive yourself, Gas? If you sleep and sleep how?” Dita's getting aggressive preventing me.

“Drink here” and “tertasleep”. The two main phrases I picked up from Dita's question were as if they were affirmations that there really was something in the drink I was holding.

I saw Metha put something out in her bag after getting our drink. He also pulled over for a moment to the side of the empty shop. He didn't come straight for me and Dita. Well, doesn't that reinforce my awkwardness towards their behavior?!

“Ng. I'm the same driver. Because my condition has not fully recovered, I asked for the driver's company. And after this, I'm going to the bokap office. Sorry, I have to leave immediately. Thank you very much for the drink yes, Met, Dit.” I lied to get their spontaneous reaction.

“Oh. Yes, be careful, Gas!” said Dita with a tone made sad.

“See you on campus, Gas,” added Metha.

I kept staring at my Americano cup. I dare not drink it though thirst gnaws the esophagus. I'd better stop for a while at the minimarket to buy a bottle of water instead of proving Dita's statement.

A moment!

Was I suggested by Mutia's words about Dita and Metha planning something for me? So, I was swept away in excessive suspicion.

One thing that was quite disturbing to the mind, my encounter with them happened by chance. However, they seemed to have devised a plan for “toxify me”, and were just looking for the right moment.

Could it be that Mutia was asking me to stay away from Dita and Metha regarding this matter? Mutia knew the plan of the two odd women, but still hesitated to tell me plainly.

Uh! But what is in this drink besides coffee bean juice and hot water? Sleep medication?

So, why did Dita and Metha sedate me? Were they about to kidnap me, then set the scene as if I was glorifying one of them? Huh! It was too barbaric and like an old drama.

Andy! I tried to call him to meet.

Before Mutia asked me to be careful of Dita and Metha, Andy first forbade me from getting close to the Poison Duo.

I better dig deep into the information from Andy's side. I'd be a prestige if I had to approach Mutia for the sake of the secrets she kept.

The insolent! Andy didn't answer my phone. My chat only ticked one. When he is needed, he is like a thousand men. When he was not needed, he shadowed me.

How else, I'll just wait for Andy on campus. If I knew where he lived, I'd go straight to him.

Whether it's Andy, Tommy, Revan, and Leo, there's nothing I know about. More precisely, I don't want to know. Previously, they in my eyes were like a horde of classmates who were “sok ngartis". So it's not important to know where they live.

I sat in the garden with an anxious mind guessing. I turned the Americano cold. I was curious about the additional ingredients that Metha might have set up while my eyes were off guard. But who can I make a guinea pig?

I stood turning my gaze to look for the prey. Unexpectedly, the victim approached on his own.

“Why you? End of nightmares?” ask Ardi. Then, he held my shoulder. “From a distance I noticed you were restless. You can tell me the same if you want.” He's grinning like a bego.

Fortunately my mood was good enough. So, I answered Ardi's question sincerely. “Nightmare? I don't even know what nightmares are like. Are you really having a nightmare? And now you're getting carried away with the feeling of being overwhelmed to find a confiding friend. You need a heart booster if your nightmares are only limited to sleeping flowers that have nothing to do with real life.Certainly you are confused about who are roughly friends who can be listeners and motivators you. Really so?”

He threw away his face in response to my counterattack.

I pulled back his arm to invite him to lean on the rigors of the garden chair – as hard as my innuendo to him. “Lu can tell me the same story, Di. Relax, I'm not a cute person. I am a good listener. Come story here!”

“Lu it if healed kayak kas fussy yes,” ledeknya while holding my pull.

I raised my eyebrows and pursed my lips. Bias a friendly expression, but a caricature.

Bruck!!!

Suddenly Ardi dropped down in a backward position. I don't understand what that means. Is he studying “Drama”. I don't know! He has not been clear since he was in my body.

“Why did you fall? Hit by the same ghost of the park?” my smirk.

“Lu... kok.. malice ba. I'm wrong until you do... push me?” he said a little bit of stuttering. I hope he really stutters. “Gu... I... just ask why you are the same friends you slander me about fo.... photos that you spread to class friends.”

My forehead winches. He was suddenly discussing the photos that made him scorned by friends and expelled from the boarding house.

Oho! I-i understand. She must have seen me sitting alone in the park, and then she came up to me while turning on the recording on the phone. He tricked me into confessing to my crimes.

Huh! I was caught off guard by human soap operas who did not pass the casting.

“Udah, Di. I'm disgusted to see you play this way. What the hell are you looking for? Of attention? Sympathy and empathy?” I let out a breath. “Mending you drink this coffee so your brain does not lag because of full memory.”

I offered my Americano to him. I hope he drinks it.

“Why are you, Di?” mutia asked who was coming from behind me.

Apparently because of seeing Mutia, the Kunyuk without warning dropped down.

Huh! How important is Mutia's judgment in my life? I no longer expected his love. So, whatever judgment Mutia placed on me had no effect on my psychology anymore.

“I.... I.. I'm okay, Mut. Maybe Bagas did not intentionally push me. I got it. I do not deserve justice. In fact, I tried to ask him why he did evil to me. I want to know where my fault lies so that I can improve myself and apologize to him,” replied the Kunyuk inflated the story with a grimacing voice.

Enough, Bagas! Time to go find Andy. Serading the Kunyuk only erodes the stability of my mood.

“You two are suitable. Equally good at acting. Next semester there will be a Drama performance, it is very suitable if you are the main actor. But what drama is right for you? ‘Romeo and Juliet’ or ‘The Great Gatsby’ or ‘The Doll House’? Nope, no. Looks like the right title for your drama is ‘Munafik’,” said satir while leaving them.