Unforgettables

Rival

"What are you gonna do?"

The bass voice belonged to a bespectacled man sitting on his great chair. Cigarette smoke billowing into the air filled the room.

The black-clothed man facing the glass of the building stared at the stretch of the city as he sipped his cigarette. Sip it until it calms down again. "Revenge."

"You sure?" Ask the guy with the glasses.

"You think?" The handsome man turned around and looked coldly at him. "Awhile more. The time will come."

"He's still High School, aren't you too cowardly to avenge a high school boy?"

The man in black clothes threw his cigarette butts in any direction. "He's not just a high school boy, but he's the source of my life's obstacles. You know I'll never let go."

The man with the eyes smiled obliquely. "You're preparing for all your years just to fight a snot kid? That's right."

The handsome man had a cold face. His gaze was so sharp. "That sounds ridiculous, but he's not an ordinary snot. He's pretty clever and sly. You know, I've been talking to him for years just to find his weakness."

"Then... How did it go?" Asked the man with tears sbil eyes to jump one leg.

"Of course I got it. Just wait for the play date. Soon, that day will come. And my revenge will soon be avenged."

*****

It has been 15 minutes for a sports car in red is driving at standard speed in the city road defense is quite stretchy.

And during that time there was only silence between the two people who were now sitting side by side staring blankly at the front of the road.

Fika who had always been tight on her skirt was also unceasingly grumbled in her heart. How not? When he came out of Shinta's room, Arga suddenly came and dragged him forcibly into his car. It makes Fika both upset and confused. Arga's song behavior is always arbitrary to be the most characteristic of the cold-blooded man.

His memory was so upset, not to mention when he remembered Shinta's words earlier. If Arga will be his private teacher, just imagine it has made Fika feel alone. Is it possible that Fika will stand to be near Arga? What if Arga scolded her all out? It feels like enough Lussy who always milked him while studying. But what about Arga? It might be able to make Fika into an undead in her place.

"Ekhm.." Fika mendehem tried to break the silence. But it did not disturb the position of Arga who was driving with one right hand.

"Emmm.. Arga-"

"Gue is told mamah to ngajak lo buy a flower pot. Don't think anything weird."

Arga's words without question but able to answer the question in Fika's mind made him just look at him in disbelief. Fika looked back towards the front. His eyes glanced as Arga turned his car and headed towards a large store there.

After parking her car, Arga pecked her car engine and immediately got out of the car without saying anything to Fika. Fika who witnessed Arga's indifferent attitude could only sigh softly. Perhaps the impossible is if Fika hopes Arga will open the door for her. But what happened? Fika stared in confusion as Arga walked around her car and opened the door for her. It also managed to make Fika freeze in her place while Arga as usual looked at her flat.

"Met down! I don't have much time!" Ketus Arga made the hue on Fika's cheek disappear.

Somehow even though Arga's attitude changes every time sometimes cold, fierce, ketus but also sometimes sweet. According to Fika, whatever attitude the man has will still mean something to him. Especially when the incident on the basketball court is something that Fika will not forget at all.

"Arga we want to choose a pot-rich game-"

"As far as you."

Fika was silent before she spoke again. "When aunty-"

"So noon.

Fika was dumbfounded, out of words. It seemed like it was a waste to chat with Arga. It'll only make him more stupid. To make it, he could only follow the man from behind as they entered the store.

"Welcome. Can I help you?" Said a waiter in the store. The shop looked so big and spacious, the luxury in it already showed how expensive the interior of the store was. The large, tinted glass shelves store various types of luxury flower pots that even Fika has never seen.

"Let's follow me."

The waiter in black and white uniform walked towards the glass shelves followed by Arga and Fika behind him.

"We have a lot of variations of flower pots with a special motivation in luxury designs. Please, see if there's anything you like?" Said the waiter while showing the pots lined up neatly on the shelf.

Fika has never seen or known the types of pots that he is seeing today. The pots that line up by size are arranged so neatly in a large glass cabinet. The ones in front of Fika right now are small pots while large pots are on the edge of the corner of the room.

"Let's follow me again, over here." The servant again pointed to the back of the first cupboard.

Arga has been courting the waiter but another Fika who is still stuck there. His brown eyes stared at a pot at the very top of the ranks. A beautiful pot of medium size and roses that decorate it with gold patterns behind the black background. It seemed to have caught the attention of a Fika.

With her own reflexes and instincts, Fika stomped her feet and tried to grab the pot with one hand resting on the closet.

Arga who had just realized the absence of Fika beside him also stopped his steps. His eagle eyes immediately reflexed a sharp glance towards the side and spontaneously his body immediately turned along with his footsteps which he accelerated.

"Female!" Arga shouted while running towards Fika who almost fell over the glass pot with lightning Arga swiftly caught the curvature of Fika's waist and pulled her into his body.

BRRRAAAAKKKK!!

The sound of objects breaking simultaneously made the two people who were still staring at each other finally focus their attention on the object that had now been destroyed beside them. It turns out that the fall of the first closet resulted in the collapse of the closet behind it. As a result, all cabinets collapse in a row.

"What have you done?!"

The scream of a man in black made everyone there fixated. His face reddened with mounting anger as his entire item had been smashed to pieces. He stepped firmly and sangar approached Arga and Fika.

"You people! You have to take responsibility!"

Shouted the shopkeeper while pointing at Fika and Arga alternately. Fika who had been stiffening since earlier could only look down in fear. Unlike the case with the guy next to him who actually put both arms into my front pants. With ease Arga stared flat at the shop owner who was expressing emotion.

"Are you deaf!? You have to take responsibility! Or I'll report you to polosi!"

Fika stunned. He looked up at the scared shop owner. "Sir, don't." Fika speech. He was unable to control the trembling in his body. However he felt guilty because all this was the carelessness he had done.

"Then you will have to pay for all my losses!"

"Yes sir, how much do I have to compensate?" Ask Fika spontaneously. I don't know because he's nervous he's not thinking about the consequences at the moment.

The man in the suit smiled obliquely. "It's not too expensive, you're paying him 200 million."

Fika widens her eyes, 200 million? Is that all money? How could he possibly charge that much money? Even imagining it he had never. How can he compensate now?

"Sir can't it be less?" Ask Fika hesitantly. And it seems to have succeeded in changing the expression of shop owners who are getting creepy.

"Bad! Cheap is still wanting a price drop. You think this shop belongs to your grandmother? Lookie! Don't you see all these pots have been destroyed in vain because of snot like you!"

Fika. He was guilty anyway. I think he just wants to die now. While Arga until now still flat-faced only heard the sound of his breath. "It's your own fault."

Silent.

Arga's sudden words that did not enter would make everyone there frown. Similarly, Fika who also looked at his face seriously.

"What do you mean?!" The man stared intently at Arga. But not as sharp as the eyes of an eagle belonging to Arga.

The man was silent but the fist in his hand started to look.

"87 glass pots and 50 ceramic pots of various sizes randomly arranged in a glass cabinet like this is really a modoh thing."

Arga clasped his hands on his chest. "Plain glass cabinets without a buffer behind them are certainly very detrimental. And you didn't think about it at all? Even by nudging a little cupboard alone will make this closet collapse by itself. With a load of almost 500 kg and you still attach importance to an interior to look luxurious without thinking about the consequences?"

The man widened, his face turning red. Fika stared in disbelief at Arga. How could Arga possibly be able to analyze with such detail? Even he himself did not know that there is a type of ceramic pot there. But Arga? How did he know the weight of the closet? After the added pot load? Especially the number of pots. Did Arga count that?

"Even your own servants realize that." Arga glanced sharply at the waiter who was now standing lowered his head beside the shop owner's man. "He himself knew the consequences of being too close to this cupboard. That was why when he showed me some pots, he did not dare to take them. Didn't you?"

Arga looked back at the waiter. But the servant could only remain silent in fear.

"Who are you, huh?! How dare you blame me! No need to show off the intelligence here, I just need the money to compensate. Otherwise I will report you both to the police!"

It seemed like the middle-aged man was not messing around with his words. Right now he is typing something on his phone. At that moment, Fika was tense again. "Hello cop-"

"Sir wait a minute!" Sergey Fika managed to stop the man. "We'll compensate."

I don't know what he has in mind at the moment but Fika doesn't seem to be aware of what he is doing. He now turned to the side and pinched a little of Arga's shirt and pulled it a little. "Arga. I borrowed money yeah."

Arga looked at him sharply. "So!"

"Arga please.."

Arga hissing. "He wants to cheat you!"

Fika frowning. He's still tugging at Arga's shirt sleeve.

"But no matter where we go wrong, we have to take responsibility."

"The wrong thing is not me!"

"Dad iyah.. Fika was wrong, but this time. Fika pinjem money, later if Fika already has money Fika promises to change." Fika said it so cautiously afraid that the guy would spray it even more with rage.

Arga looked straight ahead again.

"Argha.." Fika has not given up she continues to whine until finally Arga snorted riled. Then reach into his pocket.

He took out his wallet and pulled out a black card inside. Or often we know as a Black Card, a card that is only owned by certain people and of course people who only have the most entangling wealth that can afford to have a Black Card. Although Arga is still underage, he already has full rights in the card.

Fika certainly knows of Black Card, even he did not think Arga could have it. Not only Fika who felt disbelief but the shop owner and his servant were flabbergasted. Until the age of the store owner was not able to keep a Black Card in his hands. While the child he said snot seems to have far surpassed it.

"Our business is done." Said Arga.

After it was finished, Arga and Fika walked out of the store. Well even though they did not get the pot at all but Arga did not want to take a headache. He intends to buy it next time.

Fika is still down to walk behind the guy as usual, either until when the distance between them will be destroyed. Maybe until someone hugs him.

"Lo Fika right?"

The bass sound of a man holding Fika's wrist. As a result Fika was aghast then turned to look at the man. He frowned feeling familiar with the look of that handsome face. "Iqbal?"

The black-haired cowo smiled warmly looking at Fika. "It turns out you still want me."

Fika returned her hand and smiled. "Definitely ingetlah, the same time friends themselves forget. Uh, but when did you get back from America?"

The handsome cowo who was almost as handsome as Arga was suddenly embracing Fika's possessive shoulder as if he was hers. "Just yesterday anyway, why? You miss me?"

Fika and Iqbal both laughed. The atmosphere used to envelop both of them. A friendship that will never die makes the two even more inseparable. Apparently their pleasant chatter had forgotten someone who was now staring coldly at the two.

Yups, Arg has since just been silent while holding his chest staring coldly at the two people who are taking off their longs for each other right in front of his own eyes. And this makes him even more fed up.

"Ekhem." Arga cleared his throat making the two look over. And Fika started to swallow her saliva heavily. He knows Arga hates cuekkin the most. Even though he himself never cared about anyone.

"Eh, Iqbal knows this Arga. Arga this is Iqbal my little friend."

The two look at each other. Iqbal looked down at Arga as well as Arga. It was as if the temperature there had turned as cold as the north pole. The gazes of the two were both sharp and cold.

"Iqbal." Iqbal extended his hand. Waiting for Arga to return his reply, but it seems futile. Arga just re-clutched his arm in the chest. Arrogant.

"We're going home now." Arga looked at Fika.

"But-but Ga. Iqbal.."

"Gue gakpeduli's chat. Now home!"

Arga pulled Fika's right arm but the action was stopped when Fika's left hand was also pulled Iqbal.

"Gue Anterlo go home, Fik." Tawar Iqbal looked softly at Fika. Actually this position makes Fika more confused. But on the other hand, Arga increasingly sharpened his gaze on Iqbal.

"He's at home with me. So he came home with me." Arga said he would not lose.

"Trus what's the problem? If he's home with you, I can't bring him home?" Iqbal said it in the same cold tone as Arga usually did. That made Fika stunned. How'this?

"Fik, come home with me? My car is there. Come on!" Iqbal was just about to pull Fika but Arga suddenly blocked the collar of a strong Iqbal jacket.

"Be careful with your hands if you still love your body."

Iqbal gnashed his sturdy jaw, he released his grip on Fika and switched to clutching Arga's collar firmly.

"Lo think I'm afraid of you?"

BUGS!

Fika was aghast as Arga slashed one punch at Iqbal's smooth face. Iqbal was bounced until his body hit the car at the parked car. His body again sagged and sat on the ground. That's when Arga stepped up to him. He stood in front of Iqbal who was touching a bruise on his face due to a hard blow Arga. Arga's gaze grew colder as the soul of killing began to possess him.

"Lo inget well. He's mine."

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Sorry for the long update. Like I said. Actually I want to update from a long time just this chapter to delete. I had to rewrite it. Sorry yeah...

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