TUMBAL SEVENTH

New Friends

A few seconds later I heard someone coming.

“Heh, why are you here? Go sono!” I heard someone kicked Tirta out. After that someone out there tried to open the door visible from the door knob that swirled from the outside.

“Who's inside? Open door! Cave wants to enter!” squeal a guy out there. I slowly opened the door. After the door opened wide, a man with a tall posture and beautiful appearance, and millennial appearance.

“Hai, I am Abdi Class 10 B,” he said as he reached out. Then I greeted his hand immediately and then I mentioned my name as well as my class.

“Rania, nice name. Fits the same owner,” compliments, still holding my hand.

“Ck, Lu mode!” jolt his other friend while releasing the hand of Abdi from my hand. Then the other Abdi friends also introduced themselves, which I now know their names are Bayu, Arga, Vian, and Aksa. They're a gang.

“What are you doing in UKS?” ask Abdi.

“Eum, it was actually just the origin of entering anyway, and it turns out that after I noticed it was only realized that this was in UKS,” I explained, and was greeted with weirdness by them.

“Terus, that's your arm why? How scuffed is that?” asked Aksa who saw the wound on my arm.

“Eum, this ... this, ta-tadi ...”

“Pasti gegara si Tirta right, the strange boy.” Abdi interrupted my words quickly. I can no longer stand still just looking down while holding my arm that feels sore.

“Yes already, let's treat your wounds immediately. Here!” said Abdi, pulling my arm and patting the UKS bed so I could sit there.

Then Abdi asked his other friends for help to prepare the P3K box, and began to clean my wounds with antibiotics using cotton.

“Eum ..., ma’af, but I can treat my own wounds. You better treat your wounds,”, I said after seeing a wound on the elbow Abdi.

“Ah, easy. Mah's cave, can be a little. Girl first,” reply while focusing on treating my wounds.

“Hold yes, I love this red medicine will definitely feel a little sore,” explained Abdi. I just nodded while grimacing biting the lower lip holding back the pain.

“It's done,” said Abdi later. After I saw my wound was now wrapped in gauze bandages.

“Thank you,” my word.

“Sama-sama, Miss.” Abdi put his hand in front of his chest while slightly bending his body. I chuckle at him.

“I don't like to be indebted. Let's break even if now I change your wound medicine how?” my many. Abdi was silent for a moment staring at his friends one by one.

“Yakin, want to treat my wound? What's not a hassle?” I said ask Abdi with a sledgehammer.

“Not bothered,” added me, while getting out of bed. And change positions with Abdi.

“If you can get hurt like this why?” tanyaku.

“Children's habits. Play basketball continues nyusruk to the floor,” he explained.

“Paan anyway, noisy Lu on!” sentak Abdi, suddenly made his friends stop chattering.

“It's done,” I said.

“Thank you, Miss Sweet.” I shook my head while chuckling before finally nodding.

“Iya, equally. Now it is breakeven, so there is no debt of gratitude between us,” I explained. Abdi nods.

“OK, deal!” sambubgnya, while extending a hand. Again, we shake hands.

“If ngobatin liver injury can, no?” asked Abdi, looking at me in such a way. Until I have made the wrong behavior.

“Kheeem, kheeem!” Abdi's other friends boisterously cleared their throat, some whistling while staring at the UKS ceiling.

“Yes, joking. Seriously very,” said Abdi, raising his eyebrows and removing his hand.  Then I looked embarrassed. Scratching the actual nape does not itch at all.

The entrance bell sounded, saving me from the wash that Abdi would throw again.

“Eum, it's time to go to class again. I went to class first. Thank you,” I concluded, then left them all. Ignoring the shrieking Abdi calling out to me somehow wanted to say what else.

Arriving in class, I was a bit horrified to sit next to Tirta who had already sat on his stool. The strange man silently lowered his head while his fingers played the pen.

When I opened the book I had put on the table, there was paper tucked inside. It says request ma’af, which I believe from Tirta. I chose to ignore the paper, and I left it lying on the table.

*** 

After school as I waited for an invitation behind the school gates. I saw Tirta coming to me while guiding his bicycle. Thankfully, my car was coming soon. Quickly I got into the car before Tirta got close. Then I asked Dad to drive his car.

Looking back, I saw Tirta chasing our car on his BMX bike. His mouth seemed to be calling me. I don't know, his voice is not heard. Swallowed street noise.

“Who is he?” ask Dad, after seeing the car mirror. Quickly I shook my head.

“It looks like he called you that,” said Father, while looking at me at a glance. Then focus again.

“Eum, he's just a classmate, Dad. Said the other friends, he was a bit like this,” explained me to Dad, while sticking the index finger in front of the forehead.

“Oh, yes. Dong, danger. If he really is his son is not right, why allowed to school there. Should have kayak son she was schooled in a special school.”

“Rania still doesn't know the truth, Dad. That's new said friends,” obviously me. Although I realize Tirta's behavior is strange, but I'm still not sure if Tirta is not sane.

Again, I looked back. I saw Tirta stop the bike. Maybe he's tired. Farther out of net range. Then it disappeared into the other vehicle.

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