Trapped In Ambiguity

Bickering

"Dellooooong." A distinctive voice belonging to someone I knew was screaming in front of my house. I don't know if every morning there will be a neighbor who woke up from his beautiful dream because of that shout. But fortunately, there is no neighbor who protested until this moment because of it.

I paid my respects to the two most valuable people in my life and immediately ran to meet Devan. I saw him sitting on his bike on the street in front of the house. That means he yelled from there, not in my yard. Habits.

"Your cheeks must still be swollen, hahaha," I laughed when I saw him wearing a mask. "If you wear a hat is like an artist who is disguised again," my god.

"It's not too obvious if not noticed, just anticipate if anyone notices my handsome face," he replied with a pede. "But by the way that's a good idea. You have a hat?"

"There, girl's hat, which is pink. Wanna?" bargained

He shook his head, "No, ah. Let's go up."

Devan then drove his bike to school and parked it in an ordinary place which ultimately took a very long time just to park one motorbike.

"You don't miss me?" Again in my arms, walking together towards a different class.

"Good morning, Honey." Kak Rega's voice stopped us both.

"Honey?" devan asked with a frown and then looked at my bead, asking for an explanation. The expression on her face scared me to make a sound. I am like a person who cheats.

"We're dating. What's wrong with me calling him 'honey'?" ask Kak Rega who nodded back.

"Pricilia, I want to talk to you." Devan took off his embrace and then pulled my right hand, taking me to the park bench. He did not respond to Rega's words. And worse, he called me 'Pricilia' which means he's really serious.

I breathed out violently. "I've sent you a message" I said before he started blabbing at length.

"What message?" he answered while folding his hands in front of his chest. Oik, is that how I am?

I took my phone out of my bag and showed me a message that still symbolized the watch. "To ask for your opinion."

"BUT THE MESSAGE DIDN'T ARRIVE."

"KOK YOU NGEGASS ANYWAY??" I exhaled a rough breath, inhaled the air slowly and gathered patience. "Gw has no quota. Activate your hospot!"

He complied and activated his host for me. I immediately connected it to my phone.

"No, it's here."

"It's stale." He rolled his eyes lazily. "After all, why don't you tell me tomorrow."

"YES YOU DON'T GO TO SCHOOL."

"MAYDAY AGAIN." He's been quick.

"Back of stale shit if you wait for you." I looked at him sharply.

"What's wrong with waiting for me?"

"Because" I said, starting to follow the jutek.

We were both in silence for a moment. I don't want to look at him right now, even for a quick glance.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally limited time to myself." I broke the silence and lowered my head, looking at my fingers that I had moved from. "But what's wrong with me being Kak Rega's girlfriend?" I looked up, looking towards him. It turned out that he also turned his head towards me and made an eye gaze between us.

"Sir Rega was coveted by many girls, Pricilia. You could be a victim." The sound of the bell coming in cuts off Devan's speech as well as ending the conversation that morning. I stared at Devan's back as he left me for his class. He hasn't even finished his sentence. Just play stay.

I'm not in the mood for this hour's lesson, no matter if it's my favorite subject. My mind went to Devan. Is he mad at me?

The break clock. I'll get to her class as soon as possible. I saw him drowning his face between his hands on the table. Is he asleep?

"Hi, Adel? You want to meet Devan" asked Wildan, who surprised me. I don't know where he came from.

I'm nodding. He then enters, waking Devan up. Devan glanced at him at a glance and then returned to his original position.

"Devan said he didn't want to see you" Wildan said.

"I don't want to meet you" Devan said malasiously without seeing me in the slightest. Prayer still stands in that position.

I gritted my teeth then gnashed his arm for a bit. "What's my fault?"

"Go, Pricilia." He fixed his sitting position. I stared at his face at a glance, he seemed to have no spirit to live.

"I'm not leaving."

"Then just wait until the bell comes in." He drowned his face again, trying to ignore me.

I held Devan's head and then scrambled his hair slowly. "Hi Shaiton, come out of the body of my friend."

Devan suddenly held my hand, keeping it away from his head. "It's not funny, Pricilia."

I stood up, left the classroom after returning the chair I had been sitting in. I walked back to class. Soon the bell will ring.

"Adels. Brother Rega's call made me stop my steps. "You why?" tanyakanya.

"I seem to need some time alone too, brother."

"All will be well" said Kak Rega then left me.

***

"Devan, would you like to go home together?" I asked when I saw him walking into the parking lot.

He ignored me and left me. He got on his bike, drove it through the school gate. I was downcast, it felt so painful to see her cold attitude like that.

The horn made me look up, apparently it was Brother Rega. He then told me to go up and drive his car. Silence, that word that describes the current situation in the car. I don't want to talk and Brother Rega is focused on the road ahead of him.

"You okay?" his question broke that silence.

"I'm lying if I say it's okay" I said, staring out the window, observing the busy routine of the city.

"You want a story?" tanyakanya.

I breathed a rough breath. "Devan's furious. Maybe it's because I made it with Brother without telling him." I turned towards Kak Rega, observing every detail of his face.

"I'm ready to break up if Devan doesn't approve of this relationship." Brother Rega's words shocked me.

"Why is it so easy to give up? Why are you so pessimistic? Is Brother just messing with me? Akh."

"Eh? That's not what I meant. If asked to choose, most women will choose people who are more valuable to them, right? But I'm gonna try to get Devan's approval. Take it easy, everything will be fine tomorrow." He looked me in the eye, as if trying to convince me.

***

"The last few days, Devan, why don't you go home?" ask Mommy.

"Maybe he's busy, Bun," I replied.

"Bas with you. A little bit of a fight, a little bit better," said the father who suddenly sat beside me.

I looked at my father's face facing the television. I didn't even realize how the remote in my hand was now turning into my father's hand.

"Your friendship is great, Cil. You often fight because you believe each other that you will make up again. Just look, you can't make it more than three days. At least you'll be better tomorrow."

I looked at Dad's explanation. I just realized, it turns out what Dad said was true. Devan and I have never inhabited each other for more than three days.

Just wait for tomorrow, I will follow how the plot will take me to make up with him again.

I wonder how the universe works.