This Is It?

Chapter 39: Parody

During class, Mutia's face that looked full of disappointment loomed in my eyes. It occurred to me bitterly that I shouldn't have to harass Ardi to include Mutia. Yeah, why would I get that long? Why can't I hold back? Why don't I go - instead choose to complain patiently?

Sometimes I feel so mean to Mutia and Ardi. But sometimes I feel like it is the situation that makes me so. If I could read minds, I might be able to understand them better.

Ah!!!

I'm dizzy. Every time I acted outside the corridor of kindness, I was always caught up in a debate with a conscience. The brain lowers regret to the heart. I was also often shrouded in the phrase “don't know myself”.

But when they do the same thing – hurts me – continuously, is there a feeling of guilt in them? Have they ever thought that I am also a human being who cannot always withstand the inner wounds? They, the people who looked at me one eye, judged me around based on the aesthetics of the eye.

“Bagas, are you still sick?” The question of the lecturer's mother disperse my reflection.

“Em. I'm fine,” I replied a little blushed.

“But from earlier I noticed you daydreaming continuously,” he said.

“Oh, I'm done working on this quiz, Mom,” my light as I look at the friends around who are still struggling wiggling pens.

“Yes, you can leave class. You are amazing, Bagas,” praise him.

I stood up, but did not immediately walk away. I shifted my eyes to look at Mutia. He also realized that I was watching him.

I thought he was going to throw his face away, but he looked back at me sternly. I even lost in the fight.

“Crazy you, Gas. I'm still putting words together to answer the first question, you're done. Don't-don't you be helped by the genie huh?” leo said slowly.

When I read about the exam, all my bodies seemed to synergize to formulate an answer. Then, hand dancing nimble on the question sheet.

I responded to Leo's statement by patting him on the shoulder. Then I approached Andy. I told him to meet at the White Horse as soon as possible.

Confusion roars the mind. The spirit flows to the ground as if the self is rearranging to animate the role that will be done. Being good is wrong, being evil is haunted by guilt.

I opened the car door, but the rumbling paused my journey. The chant of joyful discord is getting stronger in the ears. But I still refuse to turn my body around.

“Happy birthday, we say. Happy long life, we will pray for.” The birthday song approached me.

The feeling of my birthday was over 3 months ago. Am I the one who is kegeeran?

Inevitably, I had to ascertain the subject listed in the song.

Dita slapped on a two-tiered brown tart. Dayang-dayang continued to hum like playing the film soundtrack.

“Happy birthday yes, Gas! Hopefully at this age of yours, you are increasingly becoming a perfect person who decorates the earth,” said Dita.

Bagasses. Yes, I forgot that today was indeed Bagas' birthday. Birthdays are always celebrated by friends since they were in High School. However, why in class did I not get any surprises?

“Come blow out the candles, Gas. But first do not forget to make a wish first yes.” Dita seemed so enthusiastic about celebrating this special day.

“Thanks yes, Dit.”

I follow his orders. I closed my eyes to hope. I wish forever to be Bagas. That's enough.

There's no harm in me asking like that?! After all, it wasn't me who stole this body. It was Kunyuk who gave me free.

Applause flew after I extinguished the sparkle of the little candles. Thank you for the booster mood they gave me.

After the singing subsided, one by one my fans offered gifts. I was lulled into enjoying the beauty of the attention of a man I didn't even remember and didn't know his name.

All my life, this is the first time I've received a selfless gift. Yes, all the first, from surprise to strands of congratulations and prayers.

All the ladies were so excited to form a new position. Hopefully this uproar does not get expulsion from lecturers or other campus staff.

Dita grabbed both my hands. My mind guessed what he wanted to say.

Then, a large banner began to be pulled stretched out by the maids. My face first appeared in the color of love.

No need to clearly read the writing in the banner. I can already confirm the phrase listed.

[Happy Birthday, Bagas! Will You Be My Girlfriend?] Once the sentence is listed with a portrait of Dita who holds the heart image.

Waw! I admit Dita's shameless veins are formless. His face was as thick as a layer of soil tiered from humus to rocks.

Sorry, I'm not trying to censure him. I salute a man who has courage like him.

But is this part of his plan for me? Hem, I just follow the plot he set out.

“Gas, can you read that? I realize you might say I have no shame and no self-knowledge. But I really love you. I proved my seriousness to you, as you asked,”.

I underline the phrase “As you requested”. I have never motivated him so far.

Dita picked up a heart-shaped object made of cork. He also holds a bunch of red roses that are so blushing.

“Gas, if you accept my declaration of love, you take this rose. If you reject me again, you break this heart, and I promise I will no longer shadow you forever,” she said with teary eyes.

“Receive! Accept it! Thank!” A loud cry rang out for me to reach for the rose.

While in the position of*******, my classmates arrived. They also offer birthday wishes to me in various forms of flyers.

I'm trying to find Mutia's whereabouts. I don't see him standing in the line of friends.

Then, I took a moment. I hope Mutia sees this moment.

“Gas, I'm ready to receive whatever words are spoken from your lips.” Dita squeezed my answer.

I went back to study Mutia who might still be on her way here. I don't know why I'm so sure he'll come see “show me and Dita.

Sure enough, Mutia walked over with a lethargic face. Behind him are Andy and Ardi following.

Ready it! One, two, three.

I took the fragile cork that was very well carved. Then, I broke it into two unequal parts. The tragic sound is echoed by the audience.

Dita lowered her head while straightening into two hands facing the ground.

“Sorry, Dit. I can't be given a choice through something like this.” I thrust a bigger piece of heart into Dita. “You take care of some of this heart. And I keep some of it again so that we remember that love is sometimes fragile, sometimes it can also be thorny like roses.” I pulled the rose that was in Dita's right hand. “But if we can complement each other, then everything will feel strong and beautiful.”

Audience cheering. Some yelled at me with words full of praise.

Huh! I wonder why I can be so romantic and poetic.

Dita raised her head. He looked at me with a cheerful expression. “So, you mean.... you.... you received my love statement, Gas?”

I nodded while smiling widely.

Dita also tried to hook her hands on my body. I don't want to put my arms around him.

God hears my will. Andy suddenly just pulled my hand – away from Dita.

“Gas, he said someone wants you to talk to me while we have lunch. Yuk is leaving now! I happen to be hungry already,” said Andy in a loud voice that made me stunned. “Sorry yes, I have no intention of interrupting this moment. But Bagas in recovery, he should not be late to eat,” he added accompanied by a deft hand movement in taking my car keys.

I am grateful for Andy's aggressive attitude. At the very least, he saved from prolonged embarrassment.

Yeah, I'm happy to get a birthday celebration and lots of presents. But on the other hand, I was actually embarrassed to accept the declaration of love in front of the public delusion.

“Gas, you anything anyway received a love statement from Dita so aja?” ask Andy while controlling the wheel.

“You mean what the fuck is that like?” answer me with a question back.

“Lu has said that he does not like Dita since the first time he chased you. Now you're so willing to accept her declaration of love. Okay, I know everyone's feelings can change. But, did you approach Dita as an escape from Mutia?” Andy was yelling at me a little.

At first I thought I could talk casually with Andy. Apparently, he was suddenly emotional.

“So the problem for you what? You jealous? You like Dita?” my question is subtle, but it may be quite a swoop in the heart.

Andy slammed the steering wheel to the left. Almost hit the sidewalk.

I refrained from commenting. I wait for him to open the mystery box slowly.

Andy sighed as the teeth were removed in a neutral position. “Gas, this is not how you make decisions about your feelings. Dita has no good intentions with you. I don't want you stuck in his plan.”

Bingo! I wanted to interrogate Andy about what he said.

“What do you know about Dita's plans against me? Try you obviously in as much detail as possible the same me.” I put a sharp look on Andy. “Before you ever talked also about this same me. Please describe it now! If you care about me, you shouldn't trap me in your ambiguous sentences.”

Andy was silent facing the front.

“Why are you diem? Do you not-don't you just make up stories to demonize Dita? What did Mutia tell you like this?” I just threw a sarcastic question at Andy.

“Gas...” Andy shook his head for a moment. “Lu is too good for people. Dita it's doing all this just for your equal revenge, because you once rejected her. What he did to you was fake, just to draw your sympathy. He's like trapping a bird with an expensive bait.”

It was my turn to be silent. I pretended to be surprised to hear more of Andy's tweets.

“She and Metha work together to destroy you. Before you met Dita and Metha at the cafe a few days ago, I accidentally heard their conversation in the House of Representatives. Gas, believe me that Dita is not breaking down sincere feelings for you. I'm your best friend. I can't possibly plunge you,” Andy explained.

I believe in all of Andy's words. However, I felt the point of everything he said was still hidden behind his tongue.

“Gue doesn't know which one I should trust, because I'm also confused to determine who is telling the truth,”. I painted an uneasiness so Andy wouldn't play too many puzzles in front of me.