Unforgettables

Getaway

"Damn!"

The anger of someone echoed throughout the vast room of the basketball court. The brown-haired cowo flung the basketball and occasionally hit innocent objects to shreds or dents. He did not care if there would be someone who scolded him even if he did not care, the most important thing now he could vent all his burning anger.

"Suck!"

The creepy frustrated groan was heard again as he threw a large ball forward and hit several spectator seats to bounce back into his hands. Then he again threw the ball again and so on, even the throw now almost hit the glass but managed to miss.

All the events this morning really made his anger grow. Not only once did this happen, but it was the umpteenth time. And the most annoying thing is not because of the fight, but with the person who always messes up the fun.

He stood up again, shuffling his hair in frustration. His sense of regret never subsided, he hoped all this would end soon. But the sound of the door breaking open made the man again harden his jaw.

"Well, why are you here?!"

The cowo gave a murderous look again.

"Argha.. Arga ain't no papa, is it?" The braided girl boldly stepped closer to him but Arga instructed her hand until the girl stopped in place.

"Go from here." Arga said still in a calm tone hoping that the girl will obey him.

But the truth is no, the girl shook her head with a worried expression. "Fika doesn't want to go, Fika wants to nemenin Arga here. Arga's face was bruised and bleeding. So Fika wants-"

"Gue doesn't need your help!" Arga stood up and started walking.

"But Fika wants to help. Fika has to do Arga's wounds, Arga wants to be treated?"

"Until when do you want to gangu my life huh!?" Arga snapped as he walked over to her "Are you not satisfied with ruining my life?"

Arga continued to step up and the girl also reflex stepped back. "Arga. stop."

"Why? You're scared of me!?"

Fika lowered her head while firmly grasping the medicine box in her hand, her legs were unable to hold back as she spontaneously continued to step back. He wished he could look at that guy.

"Fucking jawab!"

Fika nodded, she hesitated. "Fi-Fika is not afraid of Arga.”

"Why?"

"Java!" Arga breaks the door behind him and manages to corner Fika.

"Because Fika knows Arga's not a bad person."

Fika's words just now made Arga raise one eyebrow then smile wryly.

"Do I need to point out my crimes as lo?"

Fika flinched and raised her head looking at Arga's dark eyes. "No! Arga's not a bad guy." He tried to convince.

BRAKKK!!

Arga hit the door right next to Fika's face making her spontaneously scream. And dropped the medicine box.

"Lo doesn't know who I am. So stop ruining my life, understand you!?"

Fika huns down to resist the terrible trembling. Arga was still standing in front of him.

"So you exist, my life is never calm and it's all because of you!"

“Originally you know, until whenever I will never accept you in my life. If it wasn't for him, you would have me abisin by now!”

Fika tried as hard as possible to hold the cry that wanted to come out but he was too weak, his courage always faded when the man snapped at him even threatened him. With great difficulty he swallowed his saliva to speak. "Fika didn't mean to bother Arga. But..Fika cares about Arga."

Arga turned around while shuffling his frustrated hair. "Gue doesn't care about you! All I want to do is get out of my life, don't you know?!"

The braided girl finally raised her face which was already in a flood of tears.

"No, Fika can't. Fika knows Arga is angry, but Fika does not want to be far from Arga. Fika will always be there for Arga. Whatever the risk later, Fika will be ready to bear it.” he said.

Arga gnashed his jaw and struck into the air. “ANJING!”

Fika sobbed, and Arga again kicked the door before forcefully pulling the door and covering it violently. Fika was still bowed there behind the door, even when her body was pushed because Arga opened the door not one bit to make her step aside. Arga slammed the door shut.

He still silently stared blankly at the black and cold floor under his feet as a puddle of tears kept flowing past his cheeks.

"Fika knows Arga hates Fika, but Arga knows... Fika loves Arga."