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. If there were, I wouldn't know how to handle 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 cheek must still be swollen. Hahaha," I laughed when I saw him wearing a plain black mask. "If you add a hat is like an undercover artist" my god.

"It was too obvious that he did not notice, just anticipating that someone would notice my handsome face" he replied confidently. "But by the way that's a good idea. You got a hat?"

"There was. The chick 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 in the end still takes a very long time just to park one motorbike.

"You don't miss me?" Again he embraced me, walking together towards a different class.

"Good morning, Hany." Kak Rega's sudden voice in front of me made us stop our steps.

"Hany?" devan asked, frowning, then looked at my bead, asking for an explanation. The expression on her face scared me to make a sound. My lower lip was already a target for my teeth. Huaaa, I'm like a man caught cheating.

"We're dating. What's wrong with me calling her 'Hany'? But didn't Adel tell you?" asked Kak Rega who also frowned back. Could convuls me to be in this thrilling situation.

"Pricilia, I want to talk to you,” snorted Devan. I looked at his bead that looked back at me with a look as if I was a prey that he was ready to make dinner. Devan then 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 folded his hands in front of his chest. Oi, am I so guilty?

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

"BUT THE MESSAGE IS NOT UNTIL.”

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

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

"Well, it's here." I showed my phone back.

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

"YERIN YOU DIDN'T GO TO SCHOOL."

"MAYDAY AGAIN."

"STALE SHIT." I looked back at him sharply.

"What's wrong with waiting for me?" Devan lowered his tone.

I don't want to make this debate any longer without success. And it made me choose to be quiet. Devan sits. Maybe he was tired of standing, as well as me who was also sitting next to him. We were both caught in silence for a moment. I glanced at him who turned in the other direction.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally limited time to myself." I broke the silence and lowered my head, watching my fingers which I moved the origin. "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 our eyes look at each other.

"Almost all of these schools know Kak Rega. You must know that, too, right? I just don't want anything to happen." 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. Basic, play stay.

I'm not in the mood for this hour's lesson, no matter if it's my favorite subject. My mind was on Devan's words. 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 sleeping?

"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 looked up at Wildan, said something, then returned to his original position.

"Devan said he didn't want to see you" Wildan said with a suspicious grin.

I went straight into his class, ignored Wildan's words and hit the table - slowly - with the person he was sleeping on. Even the lifeless chair was targeted by me because I just pulled it in front of Devan.

My teeth then bit his arm for a bit and made a mark there. "What's my fault?"

"Go, Pricilia. I don't want to talk.” He got up and leaned his back on the chair. I stared at his face at a glance, he seemed to have no spirit to live. His face looked so sad, more sad than the person who had just decided to be his girlfriend.

"I won't go, ck,” my stubborn decak.

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

I grabbed Devan's head and then ruffled 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.

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

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

"Just calm. Everything will be fine" said Kak Rega encouraging me then left me without wanting to know more about my problem. I love the nature of this Rega.

×××

"Devan, you will stop by the library, yes,” I said as I watched him walk in front of me, heading to the parking lot.

He ignored me, left me, as if I were an unequal rock. I watched him from afar as he got on his bike and passed him through the school gate without looking at me in the slightest. I was downcast, it felt so painful to see her cold attitude like that.

I nodded and bit my lower lip, my eyes heating up. I want to cry out loud. But I can't do that in this place. Huaaa, my vision is blurry because of the tears I shed. I then wiped my eyes slowly.

The horn made me look up, apparently it was Brother Rega. He then told me to go up and drive his car. Silence, the word that describes the current state of affairs in the car. I don't want to talk and Brother Rega is also 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, reluctant to look over where the source of the voice was starting the conversation. After all, he must have been focused on the path in front of him.

"You want a story?" tanyakanya.

I let out a rough sigh, staring at such a bright sky, but not as bright as my heart.. "Devan is angry, Brother. Maybe it's because I made it with Brother without telling him." I turned towards Kak Rega, observing every detail of his face from the side.

“So Devan doesn't know?” Rega looked surprised.

“Before Yes,” lirihku.

"I'm sorry, Del. If I had known, I wouldn't have called you ‘hany’ this morning.” Brother Rega glanced at me. “I'm ready to break up if Devan doesn't approve of this relationship." Rega's words surprised me.

"Why is it so easy to give up? Why are you so pessimistic? Is Brother just messing with me? Akh." To be honest, I was still a teenage boy who could not control my own emotions.

"Eh? That's not what I meant. If asked to choose, most women will choose people who are more valuable to him, right?” Brother Rega glanced at me and showed me a smile. “But I will try to ask Devan for approval. Take it easy, everything will be fine tomorrow,” he said with confidence and also tried to convince me.

×××

"The last few days, Devan, why don't you go home?" ask the mother who is currently sitting in front of the TV. I was sitting in a chair reading a book.

"Maybe he's busy, Bun," I replied as I glanced at the mother.

"Bas with you. A little quarrel, a little bit getting along," said Father who suddenly sat next to Mother.

"Your friendship is great, Cil. You often fight because you believe that you will make up again. Just look, you can't make it more than three days. At most tomorrow you get along again,” kekeh father who looks at me attached.

I closed my book and began to process my father's words. I just realized that what Dad said was true. Devan and I have never inhabited each other for more than three days.

I let out a sigh of relief. Just wait for tomorrow, I will follow how the plot will take me to make up with him again.

Hmm, how does the universe work?