Trapped In Ambiguity
About Devan
"Dellong."
I rolled my eyeballs when I heard my best friend's distinctive scream. You must think that I am a man, but the truth is, I am a woman 161 cm tall, 53 kg in weight, white skin, with shaggy teeth, it has dimples and lashes too. OK, this is bragging. But I wouldn't say I'm beautiful because beauty is relative. So the whole point of all my descriptions is just to make it clear that there's no part of me that a man can say.
“Why didn't you hear me?”
He is now in front of me. I ignored him and refused to look. I was busy doing math and pretending that he wasn't there. But the sound of a loud punch on my desk gave me a jolt of shock.
"Hm?"
"I'm waiting for you in the cafeteria. He said he'd pay for my food, '" he explained.
"Don't you see that I'm busy?"
The man then sat down in the chair before me, looking at me with a sharp look. “I don't want to know,”. ”Last night called me, confided about this it was, in the love of solutions, the problem was runny, then said 'tomorrow I treat you, Devan' with pleasure," said the man as if he was monologuing. "Come, now pay for my food!" The man pulled my hand forcibly towards the canteen, leaving my book open on the table. It was very desirable for me to take off his hand but no matter how hard I fought back, I would definitely keep it pulled.
That man, Devanda Arzha, he's been my best friend since childhood. In the past, he with his cheerful face invited me to meet when I was still Kindergarten and somehow still together until this moment. His face is handsome - I admit it. She's Asian-American. His father is American, and his mother is Indonesian. He was born and raised in Jakarta. Although mixed, he is not very good at English. Unlike the eloquent people called by the word ‘bule’.
"Mom, this is the guy." Devan took off his grip and confronted me to the middle-aged mother of the canteen. Huaaa, I'm just like the criminal he made.
"How many in total, ma'am?" I said resignedly, responsible for how annoying my mouth was last night.
The canteen seemed to think. "Soto chicken seven thousand, rice mix eight thousand, meatballs ten thousand, iced tea five thousand. what else? just get the fritters, no, Van?" ask the canteen mother whose full name is Ana. Yeah, just Ana.
"Take it, 7 grand, ma'am," Devan replied.
What the fuck? Why does it have to be this much? In Devan's stomach is a big worm that helps him eat what how? I really want to curse right now, but as a girl who is in a public place.
"The total is all 37 thousand,” continued Bu Ana.
"Seriously, Mom?" My eyes were wide, shocked.
Ms. Ana nodded calmly while showing the nominal written in the calculator. I stared intently at Devan, gave a rough sigh and handed him the blue-colored money from my pocket.
After receiving the change, I walked away from Devan. He who was conscious - from his busyness biting his nails - soon caught up with me with his big strides.
"The food is great, Dellong. Next time buy me again yes,” he said while stroking his stomach.
Look at him, no guilt at all, no apologies, no thank you, instead ask for it in the treaty again. He didn't even care about my current emotional face wanting to scratch it off.
"See you later, Del," she said.
It used to be class X, we were classmates but because he managed to become class champion, he was transferred to the class of excellence. Unlike me who ranked 4th and still stay in this class. Even so, he often visited my classes at break time.
Honestly, I was surprised by Devan, he was smart, genius, humble, friendly but his attitude always made me emotional and even more a little bit childish. I've never even seen her mature attitude.
The doorbell rings. I sat in my chair and opened the last page of my book. I wrote the name ‘Devan’ there and then crossed it with emotion. Let's just say I was venting my emotions that had been pent up to him.
Even so, I am happy to be friends with him. We can exchange ideas - not to mention the disgrace of others. Besides, he was always honest and what he was about me. Sometimes, he's there when I need him. She cares so much for me and in my predicament, she always comes to offer me help with her sincere smile.
"Mother is coming," cried Alfi as he ran towards his seat. If you look around, this Alfi is similar to Mail, Ismail bin Mail, who players Upin and Ipin it. From the nature, curvature of the face and also its habits. Even so, their hair is different.
Forget about Alfi, I was busy paying close attention to Bu Devi's explanation, answering some of the questions she asked. In this class, I was active and diligent. OK, this is showing off.
“Alright, get here the lesson this time. But before going home. Anyone want to ask?”
I raised my hand. And in an instant I felt a chill from the sharp gaze of all my classmates, as if I were their prey. My intentions suddenly shrank and made me quickly lower my hand before Bu Devi looked at me
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“Looks nothing, all right, see you next week,” said Bu Devi then stepped out of class, followed by my friends who can not wait to go home.
"Van," call me to him who is currently waiting for me. We always go home together. After all, our house is one way.
"I'll get the bike first." Devan ran towards the parking lot while I waited for him at the school gate. In a few minutes he was in front of me with a Honda bike gelatik which he said his grandfather's legacy. The bike is old, even so this bike still works well.
"You're going to the bookstore, aren't you?" tanyakanya.
"What money have you spent, what to do with the bookstore? just look at doang? Not buy? Later my hands itch again, want to buy a book when the money is not enough," I said at length, "mending to the library."
"No, I'm lazy because of you."
I got on Devan's bike and he drove his bike, passing through the city in the middle of the day. The road that should only be taken five minutes should instead be taken thirty minutes. But how else? If there is time I have to do a search of the hallways to get home faster.
"Mother is there, isn't there?" devan asked when we had just arrived in front of my house.
"No, just go home!" expirku.
"Mother, excuse me, Mother," he shouted, ignoring my words.
I stared at my door, hoping that she wouldn't get out of there. “Eh, Devan, let's stop by.” Um, my hope is not fulfilled.
"Well, you are there" she quipped in a small voice right next to my ear. Is it wrong to throw this helmet I'm holding in Devan's face?
Devan immediately parked his motorbike, then shook Mother's hand. I snorted in annoyance, in contrast to Devan who displayed a cheerful face.
Actually I was just having fun with Devan's visit to the house because it made my father and mother happy, but Devan's visit to my house with only one main purpose, hitchhiking a meal. And the edges of the dishes I washed also increased.
"What are you cooking today?" ask Devan to the point without further ado. Even Devan's words on this one are already so familiar in your ears.
"Fish the same pepper vegetable kale,” said mother while smiling, friendly.
"Well, it must be good, Mother." Devan sits on the sofa in front of the TV, as do I.
“Taste mother of course delicious,” my judes.
“Bun, mother child why?” her question made a pillow from me about her innocent face.
"Let's go," mute mother. Um, mother. Instead of supporting their own children, they support others. Au ah annoyed, I bent my face and folded my hands in front of my chest.
Devan takes the TV remote. Look at him, so relaxed, as to think of this house as his own. Not to mention that he plucked the cake in the jar when the mother went to prepare the dishes at the dining table.
“Ayaaah,” I shouted at the handsome middle-aged man. I stood up and ran to embrace him. She then hugged me tightly and kissed me on my forehead. “Dad, Devan equals Mommy does not support me,” I said scowling.
Mother who was in the kitchen is now approaching father. He took his hand and kissed it gently. Dad then took off his embrace to me and switched to hugging my mother.
“Devan also wants to be hugged,” celtuk Devan while poking his lips.
“Come here,” reply dad. Devan then immediately ran to hug father.
“Dad, I miss,” said Devan who was still in my arms with an alay tone that made me sick of hearing it.
“Newly also yesterday met,” cibirku.
“Already. You must be hungry, let's eat." Dad then walked first to the dining table.
Never doubt how your cooking tastes, it's always delicious. I don't know how you cook it because every time I try to make the same dishes and recipes, it always tastes different
“This is really good, Mommy,” said Devan who really enjoyed his lunch.
“Spend first your food just talk,” reprimand mother.
Devan immediately chewed out the meal in his mouth. “He he, sorry, Mother.”
After the food on my plate ran out, I immediately cleaned the dining table and walked towards the three of them who were watching TV and sat down beside my father.
"I'll go home first, Daddy, Mommy,” said Devan who was preparing to go home. Even the bag he had neglected on the chair was now in his carry.
Just as she was about to shake her hand, I stopped her instead, telling her to wash the dirty dishes piled up in the kitchen.
"Mother?" Devan stared at Mother's bead of eyes, asking for mercy while putting up her puppy eyes
"Mother actually likes it if you help first," kekeh mother.
Checkmate. My father and I laughed loudly at Devan's change in face. Devan then turned to look at me sharply, as if threatening to reciprocate my actions later. But I don't care, my laughter still fills this room. Devan breathed a rough sigh. He put his bag back on the chair and with his pass he walked towards the kitchen.
Poor devan.
