Trapped In Ambiguity

Yolanda

I let out a rough sigh, sitting propping up my chin in my chair. Whether waiting for Devan's arrival or not Kak Rega came to a very boring class in this break hour. Because until now only the two of them can drive away my boredom. I hate this boredom.

"Adel, Bebeb Devan is again fighting with Kak Rega." Rasti's panicked voice gave me a panic follow reflex.

"Where?"

He did not answer my question, but rather went straight out of there while pulling my hand, making me have to adjust my steps to his running steps. He took me to a place where some of the students - or maybe almost all of the students at this school.

I broke through the crowd and got Devan who was beating Kak Rega. Rega also fought back. But if you look, Devan who excels in this fight. It's like a boxing match.

“Come, Brother, fight back,” I shouted loudly. I'm sure they'll hear it. “Continue, Van. Passion. Yuhuu,” my cheer is like seeing a football match. “Do not lose, Brother.”

“Adellong,” said they were both at the same time so as to sound the word. The two of them stopped the fight and looked at me in surprise.

“You are.” I stepped towards them and pulled their hands. It's like a mother who mediates her son's fights only me. I took them to a quiet place - although not very quiet, there were some students who passed by.

"What's wrong?" I slow down, opening my voice.

"Didn't she make you cry yesterday?" Devan sizzled, it seemed like he was really emotional.

"Where do you know I'm crying?" manya curious. I completely cleaned up my crying yesterday.

"Your eyes and nose are still red." Devan rolled his eyeballs and folded his hands in front of his chest.

I seem to think. The feeling when I reflected on my phone yesterday, everything was as mediocre. Is it not because of that message that Devan can deduce this? I don't know.

"And why did you also fight back. Why not try to stop him, brother?" I turned to look at the bruised face of Brother Rega.

"He who came to my class, pulled my collar to the field. Not talking directly to play hit. If left, my face can be destroyed,” cynical Kak Rega. “But Del, I just caught Yolanda who almost fell down yesterday. You misunderstood, A."

"I was asking Yola, she said you were hugging" said Devan cutting Kak Rega's words without even glancing at her.

“Sorry,” murmured me slowly, barely audible. It's all my fault. Why should I cry? And even worse, why don't I just go home? But Devan is my moodbooster. He can make me smile and forget about my problems for a moment.

A few seconds later, a girl came up to us and told us that Kak Rega and Devan were summoned to the BK room. Of course Pricilia Adel will come along because he is very curious about what will happen.

"Devan, Devan, you're causing trouble again" said Mr. Romi, who was waiting for us. "Sama pak's favorite student anyway," he continued.

"He's the one who's making trouble, sir. He made my Dellong cry," to be honest.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to do any of that,” Rega said slowly. “But he started hitting me.”

"Gosh, it's a young man's problem." Mr. Romi chuckled and pulled back his hair that blocked his view.

After being lectured at length by Mr. Romi, they were both in the law for respect in the middle of the field facing the flag. I stared at the fluttering flag as it was blown by the wind in this clear weather.

"Why are you coming, Adel?" brother Rega asked, he looked at me without lowering his hand.

"Where my best friend and boyfriend are at the law, I'm sitting down to relax in class. Anyway today Miss Farah is sick, so thank goodness my class is free." I chuckle. "You still mad, Van?" I now turn to look at Devan's face.

"Ngga knows," she replied. “Btw, your skin can blacken,” he said without taking his eyes off the flagpole.

“Take it easy, I've used sunblock,”

“You used sunblock to school, Del?” ask Rega suddenly.

“That's it, Brother.” I displayed my row of teeth, smiling in embarrassment.

×××

"Yolanda." I pulled her hand as I watched her walk towards the corridor this morning. He turned his head towards me and threw my hand away so reflexes made me complain of pain.

"If it's about Brother Rega, we're hugging. Why don't you just forget about it anyway? If you forget about it, the problem will go away on its own and wasn't that three days ago?" cynically

"What's in it for me if I say that and even you say that this is wrong? Wait, isn't it your own fault for crying?"

Yolanda's words stunned me. Is this really my fault? I'm fighting with my mind right now. Yolanda clucked, then left me who was currently standing pecking.

"Good morning, Dellong," the sudden voice and embrace brought me back to my senses. "Btw, why did you go to school first?"

"Eh? I was waiting for you, but you didn't come. Than it's too late, so I'm with you."

"Yes, let's go to class."

"Adel." The call stopped both of us.

"I went to class first" said Devan, who left immediately.

Rega then ran up to me. "He's still angry?" point it at Devan.

"It's possible, brother. But I'm sure, everything's gonna be fine."

×××

I had just returned from WC school when I saw Kak Rega with Yolanda sitting alone on the park bench. Since I was a super curious person aka kepo, I chose to hide behind a wall and eavesdrop on their conversation.

"How can I not stay away from you? You made Devan angry. What's wrong with you being honest with Devan if I just caught you yesterday who almost fell. We both know what happened there, don't we? Why are you lying and saying that I hugged you?” Sister Rega's voice sounded judes.

"If I'm honest with Devan? Will you not be angry anymore?" ask Yolanda.

"Maybe."

After hearing that, I chose to return to the classroom because I already understood the direction of their conversation.

"Where are you from? I'm tired of waiting for you here, not to mention that Rasti just suddenly came." Devan said regretfully.

"Devan." Yolanda suddenly stood behind me. This fast? "I want to say something." He lowered his head.

"What?"

"Sir Rega was right, he just held me back because I almost fell yesterday. Sorry for lying. I'm sorry too, Del."

"OK." That's all Devan said. It seems he was reluctant to respond further. While me? I don't want to make a sound, already disappointed with Yolanda or maybe I'm disappointed with myself? Yolanda did it anyway because of Kak Rega's orders. Ah, nevermind.

After saying that, Yolanda said goodbye, she walked out of nowhere, probably meeting with Kak Rega to say that she had done it. Yes, Sister Rega is indeed my girlfriend, but since she does not limit my friendship, should I limit to whom she wants to hang out?

"Eat yuk, Del. You buy it," take Devan.

"Since when can you decide on someone else to treat?” I squinted my eyes.

“Ayo.” Devan pulled my hand. But it's okay, I'll treat it to today.

Upon arrival at the cafeteria I immediately ordered my food to the middle-aged woman.

"Chicken rice, meatballs, iced tea is as good as 5k, Mom," Devan's message that preceded me and was responded with a slow nod by Bu Ana. "I'm waiting for you there. I'm also dropping my orders, yeah!" his orders that currently managed to make me grumble were annoyed.

“Nak, what do you want to eat?” Miss Ana surprised me.

“Eh, fried rice only, Bu.”

I approached Devan with a tray of food dominated by his order. "If in the treaty, self-conscious cake, even spend money gw. Know no, anyway?" my nag.

Devan ignored me, choosing to remain silent and eat his food. Even so, we ate meatballs and bakwan together.

Devan sucks, always.