Watch Out for Falling in Love

Rumors 2

"Diandraaaa ....!!!" Aydan shouted calling his junior who had just galloped towards the parking lot.

Unfortunately, the girl did not budge. He kept going with his bike. The hurt and shame was successfully incised by Agung. The man she had rejected her love a week ago.

In the boarding room, Andra cried without pause. His chest felt so tight and squeaky. He doesn't understand what's wrong with his decision. Why are people accusing him of being abnormal? I don't know whose mouth started it.

Moreover, Aydan seemed to doubt Andra's honesty. He's disappointed. Very very disappointed. He thought Aydan was a different figure. Now his heart was trembling because the man felt empty.

"Mel, I go home first yes," Aydan told Imelda.

"Why go home? Will you be going to college soon?"

"Yes. I-i know. No, not just absent!"

"You want to skip?"

"Yes. I have business."

"But today there's a quiz, Ay. Better not to skip. It's good to add value you know," suggested Imelda.

"But I ...." Aydan's gaze led to where Diandra had gone.

His intention to skip college failed after Yoga and Ryan came and took him to college together. He could only pray that Diandra would be okay.

***

The phone calls from Diandra on Widia and Ivane's phones were not picked up. I tried calling them a few times. He has to find out why he is being rumored.

"Hello, Ivane. Elo still a PDA survey? Please come home later, stop by my hostel first!" the question was when Ivane answered it.

"What's wrong, Ndra?"

"Later I'll clear."

The same thing happened when Widia answered her phone.

While that afternoon in front of the number 8 boarding house, a young man riding a red and black sports motorcycle was glued to the house. Anxiety bias was seen in the look in his eyes. He wanted to go in there and meet Diandra, but somehow ended up choosing to leave.

***

"Yes my. How could the great man say that?" widia was upset.

That night the Jomblowati Trio gathered at the Diandra boarding house. He explained the incident at the college. Of course, his two best friends became furious.

"This must be Merry's bigos, '" accused Ivane of annoyance.

"Don't know. I don't know who started first to think I like 'oranges eat oranges'. Anyway that guy has to apologize and explain everything!" cecar Andra was disappointed.

"It's a little hard to find him, Ndra. Now the important thing is that the accusation is 100% not true and you have to prove it is the same with college friends" Ivane proposed.

"How is it? With another guy? Please deh. That's not a cool solution" Andra objected.

"Well, how do you keep going? They think they don't like guys. Hate guys. The fierce and cold attitude is the same as they make the gossip so there," said Ivane.

Suddenly silent atmosphere. He was silent to think.

"What if you pretend you have a guy, Ndra? Same who is it. Until the gossip disappears on its own" Widia said.

"That's a good idea. I concur. Just pretend. Not really. Thank goodness for being real." Ivane giggles.

"Males ah," answered Andra coldly.

"Tuh elo, that's it. Good solution, elonya ogah. So how else?" widia protest is upset.

"Yes, look at it later. I thought about it. I hope the gossip can subside by itself without having to pretend to have a guy," replied Andra hesitated.

"Yes, it's up to you" Widia said.

"If it doesn't work out on its own, who wants to pretend to be Andra's guy later?" chirping Ivane is confused.

Andra and Widia threw eyes at each other.

***

"Ndra, what's up with you?" tanya Sekar, one of the friends in the PDA course group reprimanded him who looked gloomy since.

That afternoon Diandra was forced to come to one of his friend's boarding houses to do PDA duties together. After a survey in one corner of Semarang, a group of 6 people gathered at the Sekar boarding house.

"I took the yen again. What's trouble?" his insistence.

Andra just shook her head. As much as possible, he tried to act ordinary. Fortunately none of his group friends knew about the incident at noon on campus. Until the group's assignment ends that night. Andra and one of the last friends left. He's still cleaning his luggage.

"Ndra, kowe luwe?" asked Sekar when he felt his stomach rumble.

"Yes. I was hungry. Buy a meal together?"

"Eat here. Let me buy you guys."

Go straight outside. Before long he had returned with three rice packs in his right hand.

"Come manganese dhisik ben ora kesel" he said.

"Satur nuwun, Kar. You're really nice. Just sent money huh?"

"Alhamdulillah. Rejeki kost sholeh's son." Nindita another friend chimed in.

"That's not it. I feel sorry for you, Ndra. Sorry yeah. I saw something happen on campus. How could Merry and the guy, what's his name, accuse you of being abnormal. How iso anyway?" he said frankly.

For a moment Andra was silent. He took a long breath. His appetite suddenly diminished. His curiosity forced him to tell the truth.

"Oh ngono yo. I think yo, I'm working on the Great Wae. The broken heart line. Plus Merry's mouth queen bigos. Wis is getting clopped," said Sekar was carried away upset.

"They're the same as friends?" ask Nindita not to believe it. When it happened, he went home.

"Yes. Really. I became the same sprain they were. Though I still like men," Andra said sadly.

"Yes was cuekin. Later also lost the rumor. Let's eat first!" take her while handing her a pack of mixed rice.

While enjoying the dinner, Andra's eyes wandered down the walls of Sekar's neatly arranged room. There are many posters of bands from Yogyakarta. Poster vocalist named Duta, many displayed there and here. The band is on the rise because the songs are good to hear and the verses are so interesting.

"Are you really into SO7?"

"Yes, Ndra. Shucks."

"Even on campus there are also our seniors who look like ambassadors. Until he did that senior as well" Nindita said, chuckling. My face was embarrassed.

"Senior? Is there a senior we're looking at like an SO7 ambassador? What force?" Andra thought hard who the person in question was.

"Don't know, Sekar. To him it is similar. Yes, although not very similar," 

connect Nindita.

"Who is that senior?" ask Andra to surrender. He could not guess who the person was referring to.

"That's the 2001 generation who wear glasses," said Nindita.

"There are some seniors who wear glasses" Andra said, dissatisfied with the answer.

"The color of the skin is also the same as Duta. Sapodilla is ripe, quite tall, and his hair likes to fall apart. I like to use an ipod" Nindita said.

Andra jerks. All of those traits reminded him of one stranger. Which had already made his heart tremble back for many years hollow.

"You mean our senior who looks like the Ambassador ...."

"Mas Aydan's. His person. You don't think it looks like a glimpse?" timpal Sekar's.

Sekar looked at Andra with a meaningful look. Eyes twinkling. It seems obvious if he likes Aydan as well.

"I-iya looks like a glimpse."

"Where's makeover? What ambassador is Mas Aydan?" cecar Sekar to him.

Andra smiled awkwardly. For him the problem is relative. But this time he wanted to say more interesting Mas Aydan, but he was worried Sekar would be offended.

"If I think it's a cakepan Mas Aydan, deh. So if you can't decetin the original Duta yes already deketin aja Mas Aydan," proposed Nindita pompori.

"Yes yes. But piye carane?" ask Sekar who seems to agree with Nindita's proposal.

Andra could only be silent. He himself did not know how to. Nor can prohibit. He himself had nothing to do with that senior of his. Maybe the position is the same as Sekar. Just a secret admirer.

***