This Is It?

Chapter 3: The Beginning

Is this what it feels like to have friends? All my life, this was the first time I've been bullied by someone I know. The feeling of happiness and suspicion of intergrating guides the mind. Why am I suspicious of Bagas?

Honestly, I'm afraid there's a veiled intent from his good attitude these few days. Maybe he'll make a vlog, change my life with his life.

Indeed, Bagas did not need to do that. He already has fame and fortune. But if one's attitude changes suddenly, it is certain that something is underlying. Uh! I have to be vigilant.

“Di...”

“Heem,” gumamku.

“Ardi..”.

“Heem,” my review.

“From yesterday you were just. Why?”

What am I supposed to say? I don't have a lot of vocabulary or topics to talk to.

“Di, you know why it is so rare or almost never talk to friends? I think it's more than just an introvert.”

What kind of question is that? I don't have much (or never had) language interaction, because none of them are talking to me.

“Lu is not mute, is it like the kids always say about you?”

Mute? I spoke in front of the class, but no one responded. If therefore I am called mute, they alone are busy with their lives and circles. I answered all the questions Bagas had in his heart.

Sssseeett!!! With a high enough speed, Bagas did sudden braking. Almost got my body bounced onto the asphalt.

“Lu want to eat meatballs or commit suicide? If you're alive, don't involve anyone else!” I'm riding a pitam. Without even scolding her loudly.

Although my life is like a banana tree whose fruit has been taken, but I still have a dream to grow new shoots of hope.

“This is all I've brought the bike!” I grilled him again while getting off the bike.

Bagas saw me grinning, then laughing out loud.

“Soaring you! If my bike is damaged, it can still be replaced. But if I wretch even die, can you negotiate with God!” I was so fiery scolding him. Naturally, my heart still continues to pound violently.

He didn't want to move off the wheel. Even the laughter is becoming more and more so. “Haha…. It also succeeded me. Haha...”.

What worked? It turned out that behind the perfection he had, there was also the dark side of insanity.

“Quick, move!” my door once again.

“Udah, already. I'm the one who brought it. Ouch.... Haha…. My stomach ache laughs constantly.”

Almost lying on the street makes him happy. His sense of humor is beyond reason.

“Udah. Ouch…. Haha…. Ride again, Di. I was just ngetes aja you really mute or not. Turns out you're a bawel too like a girl. Hahaha..”.

Whoever I think will rent when his life is taken to the edge of the horn by someone else. Uh but, she said just wanted to test my tongue is still working or not. Goddamn shit!

“It turns out only fear can make you sound.” Bagas shakes his head holding back laughter.

I polotized him too. “Lu think people's lives are toys?!”

“Sorry, In. If not, I will not be able to tell you if you can talk more than one sentence,” kelakarnya.

After thinking about it, it turns out that having a talking friend can instantly relieve the mind. I used to just be a guard. Now, I feel it myself.

Bagas revives the motor. “Come, I so add laper nih laugh mulu.”

Huh! The liver provides a stimulus to the brain if the events of today do not need to be immersed into despair. There's no way Bagas made me his friend. It's only temporary. I locked my mouth tight again.

A few minutes later, we arrived at our destination. Huh huh? What is deserted? Visitors at this meatball stall are clearly so crowded.

Turn around or just continue? However, Bagas took the lead down from the bike.

As soon as both feet stepped on the earth, dozens of pairs of eyes turned toward me and Bagas. My guess is getting stronger, it seems like Bagas really intends to humiliate me. Or he's making a social experiment about the life of a rich, handsome man who isn't arrogant. He wants to show the world his unpretentious life with the title “A day in my life.”

Patience, Di! Just watch the flow first.

“Yuk!” bring Bagas.

I fell silent fixated.

“Why else, Di? You were able to talk really well. How is it that you are silent again?”

“This is what you said a quiet place? Your purpose in bringing me here is actually what the hell? Do you want to become a member of the legislature? You're trying to do imaging?” I said in a soft voice, but swooped.

“Language lu altitude, Di. Come on, follow me!”

I comply. I followed Bagas' steps by closing my ears, because I heard a voice comparing me and him.

“Sit here! I pesen first. Want to mix or not?”

“Heem.”

“Ok.”

If it is so crowded in front, it is so peaceful here. A covered gazebo that faces directly into the Sunter Lake. Is this a VVIP place? Hem, it is very convenient to breathe the fragrant aroma of solitude from the plural problems of life.

Sorry, Gas! I was too bad to think. Pity or pity, or whatever Bagas shows me, I should welcome warmly.

Before long Bagas came carrying a tray containing two bowls of meatballs and two glasses of sweet iced tea. Everyone on campus is always confusing him. He's good, he's too perfect as a human being. Could it be that the special ration when I was about to be born into the world was taken all by him? I don't know!

***

Day to day rolling increasingly torturous inner. My prejudice to Bagas who mistakenly makes me even more hoping to be like him.

If only this was a fantasy world and a modular human body, I would have designed my body like Bagas. Regarding nature and intelligence, it can be learned later. At least, become a charming man first to open access walking on the red carpet.

Nevermind! I'd better just go home to the hostel, then go to bed. Hopefully when I wake up, my face turns beautiful.

As soon as my old Honda Vario starter, suddenly someone hitchhiked in my motorcycle seat. I also directly looked.

“Ngapain you riding on my motor?”

“Quick walk, In!” his orders. There was panic on his face.

“Ya already, I'm coming.”

“No way, I want to rest.”

“Bawel lu! Here's the bike I brought.”

Bagas took my bike again like yesterday.

“Your car is there,” show me to Bagas move.

“Gue forgot the key is in Andy.”

“Why don't you take?”

“Gue no time. Uda, spout moved to the back!”

I have the bike, he rules.

Bagas also drove my bike immediately. He increased the speed bit by bit.

Then the voices of the women cried out to Bagas. So, he was avoiding the invasion of his fans.

What does it feel like to be called and shouted at by girls? As for me, only the teacher or lecturer who called the time of absence in the classroom.

After arriving at the highway, Bagas lowered his speed. Motor drove in range 30 – 40 KM/h. Then, he opened the conversation.

“Lu why don't you stay at your grandma's house again, Di?”

I jerked. Where did Bagas know when I was in High School living with my grandmother?

“My grandmother has died,”.

“Keep you cost yourself? Behind the campus?”

“Iya.” Who wants to be my friend.

“But, why do I see you take the bike to campus more often than on foot?”

“Let the motor not go down the machine.”

“Free because of it?”

“Heem.”

Actually this bike is intended more so that I easily return to Serang every month. If I take the bus I often pay for two seats, because no passenger is willing to sit next to me. The world is sometimes cruel.

However, the main reason I often choose to ride a motorcycle to campus is so that the empty clock fits I can pull over to a quiet place. At once looking for stomach fillers.

“Di..”

“Heem.”

“Lu equals Mutia it's both from Attack, right? Are you a village?”

“Different subdistrict.”

“But Mutia High School also school in Jakarta, one school with us, although never one class anyway. We are the only ones who continue to be in the class of 1st class until they graduate. Hehe..”.

Did Bagas approach me because he felt I knew a lot about Mutia?

“Mutia is also the same High School time as you, living at her grandmother's house. Now he's boarding too, and his hostel is near your hostel again.”

It turned out that Bagas was paying attention to me and also Mutia. All right, this is bright. Bagas seems to like Mutia. I have to prevent them from coming together, even if the odds are probably at 0.001 percent.

“You guys have a lot in common yes.” Bagas still tries to make small talk.

“Lu likes Mutia?” todong.

“Gue likes Mutia? Haha...” Bagas even laughed. “She's pretty, sweet, and smart. Unfortunately, he's not my type.”

Is he avoiding to play better?

When he said Mutia was not his type, it was legitimate and natural. He had many options to drop his heart to a woman more beautiful than Mutia.

Try me to say it like that, the world must immediately bully me. The names of the animals and the prostitutes would also be personified as me.

“Oh yes, I want to ask you something, Di. Why are you so closed? Just these two days I heard you say more than one sentence, outside when you were presenting a task. That too I need extra effort to stir your tongue.”

That question again. I'm tired of hearing it. The expression evokes all. Does he think I am a Suketi raised from the grave?!

“Nothing,” I replied ketus.

“Sometimes I think, good ya life like you. I can enjoy freedom. Can go anywhere without load.”

Tastier? It was obvious he was just mocking.

“Stop here! I want to go home!”

“Don't sulk that dong, Di. I'm a girl on you!”

“Indeed you want to take my motor to where the hell?”

“Search a quiet place?”

“You what? You want..”.

“Don't geer you, I'm still normal.”

“Who is also a geer. I'm just worried my bike got robbed just like you.”

“Motor butut like this who is interested. Begal also if you see your motorbike must turn around. Hahaha..”.

Silent. I put on an upset face. Then Bagas watched through the rearview.

“Di, I was wrong? Sorry, yes, Di. We want to get here to Kok.”

I didn't respond. Although he was the one who spoke wrongly, but in the dictionary “Good Looking” I was the one who was at fault. I'll be rated “baper” (bring feeling).