Yeah'Aburnee
Part 2. The Admirer
Anggara Riandito, the handsome man just stared flatly at the man in front of him who was still not satisfied to laugh at him.
“It turns out there are also girls who dare to nonjok lo in addition to screams asking to be a girlfriend lo!”
“This crazy is so funny!”
“this should be included in the trending 8 wonders of the world!”
“Athalario Mahendra, has never been pumped using her BH mimi fairy yes tu mouth.” That cold and suppressive voice instantly stopped Rio's flutter.
Simply realising Rio that he is in a dangerous situation right now, Rio is grinning a horse, displaying his row of white teeth,”Gue joked Ga, Canda.”
For relaxing her body, lifting her head back, looking up at the plain white ceiling of the cafe, letting her mind wander somewhere.
"Where are the souvenirs from the amerikanya?" pinta Rio suddenly.
"What?" Because he looks confused.
"Camila Cabello dear, a gift for me."
"It's in front of you, baby." Gara chuckled at a glance, while Rio pretended to shudder in disdain.
”But you really did that time no longer want to kill yourself?”rio's next question made Gara stunned, but not one bit changed his position.
”According to lo?” Because I asked back.
Rio looks to be thinking, ”Ya will not be, there are still many reasons for you to be in this world.” Legally.
"Lo.'s words." ledek Gara to Rio who does not usually think like a human, could it be because of Rio's words just now?
Because she smiled her smile, then lowered her head to look at an object she had met, ”Syeila Anandita.” His mutter read a name on the name-tags in his hand.
“At least useful a little, so entrepreneur, rich CEO, or korean artists!”
The man suddenly chuckled for no reason, making Rio who was sipping his Espresso look strangely at Gara, his eyes then steal a glance at the object in the hands of the man, ”Syeila? I'm kind of familiar with the same name.” His word.
“It looks like this girl's name that was non-jok me earlier.” instantaneous speech Gara made Rio's laughter again broke, Rio broke, but not long after the man returned to silence after getting a sharp gaze Gara who always managed to make his guts shrivel.
“Lo know?” ask Gara later.
“Entah, or..kayaknya.”
“Gue cap first.” Because she smiled slanted.
“That's you now, dare to cheat without my knowledge.” Rio was shaking his lips.
“Gue is still normal!”
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With the scorching sun, with the skin stinging, who the hell can stand to linger under it? and class 11 IPS 1 seems to inevitably have to accept the reality if their sports lesson hours begin during the day, many of them mish-misuh not clear on the sidelines, because it is hot, sultry, and, later their skin can burn, and the reason is certainly dominated by women.
But in contrast to Sheila, the girl who is one of the occupants of the class seems to be the most enthusiastic among all her friends, for her sports lesson hours are the things that are always anticipated, he said, not because Sheila likes sports, but this is a place where she can look at the upperclassmen she liked for a long time and was lucky when her second class increase finally had the same sports hours, he said, can he hope it's fate that they're fighting? no, Sheila was too hopeful.
His name is Arga Panduwinata, a tall man is not a guy who is too popular at school, although it looks above average, it can be said, he was just an ordinary man whose cold attitude somehow always managed to make Sheila fall in love, which he always peeked behind the library bookshelf when the man closed himself off from the crowd, which always makes him smile at himself like a madman just because he imagines if the man becomes his lover, without realizing that maybe many other girls who admire Arga secretly like him, but Syeila doesn't care.
Warming up began to be done, when her friends were busy counting, Sheila took her time to look at the figure of Arga who looked handsome with sweat that soaked her temples, her white skin a little reddish due to exposure to sunlight, and the, sheila desperately held her saliva from flowing from the corner of her lips.
“Syeila, I said focus!” hardik Pak Hartono, the Sports teacher who was annoyed with Sheila who had not stopped turning his head to the next field while smiling indistinctly.
The girl flinched looking at Mr. Hartono, then scoffed without sin, ”hehe good looks of my father averted my eyes sir, so it was not strong I saw him.” Woe, while his friends giggle amusedly.
Without him realizing it just when sheila's head turned, the figure he had seen since then glanced at him, displaying a thin smile that was almost invisible, dear, Sheila was unlucky to see it.
“Iya sir the head of the father is too luminous.”
The next moment the laughter of his friends broke just like that, Mr. Hartono held his head flat, aware that Sheila was mocking him.
"joke you?!"
The girl just smiled without sin, ”iya sir.” His mouth nodded, as if it was not a big mistake for him.
“Running around the field 10 times!” dongkol's orders.
“Yahh...bapak.” the girl only snorted resignedly before stepping her feet running around the field, at least she could continue to look at the figure of Arga again.
“You guys why else did I have a laugh?!”
Instantly everyone was silent, the laughter was replaced with a sigh of fear at the sharp gaze of Mr. Hartono who was burning.
“Spirit Sheila!” shouted a man with narrow eyes while clenching his hands up which was only answered by the thumb of Sheila, his name was Dias, one of Sheila's friends.
“You follow you Dias?!” jolt Pak Hartono again, who was immediately avenged by the fear of Dias.
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The man was just silent, his mouth was silent, trying to withstand the turmoil in his chest that felt very agonizing, making him matchless, as if there was really no more air that he could breathe there, his hand clenched at the bouquet of flowers he had been holding since.
His eyes stared blankly at a gravestone bearing the name of a man he still had not received for his disappearance, Because he knew, even he himself saw his disappearance, but somehow until now he still did not receive everything, everything went so fast, as if the fateful incident at that time that took away the first woman he loved so much was just a dream, but dear, it was, when he woke up he really lost it.
This time came after two 2 years had passed on his departure. Yes, during that time Gara never admitted his absence, behaved as if everything was still the same, maski which he felt was just empty, clean hard that the mother would return.
But until this moment the woman only came in a dream, saying about her departure that she should express and Gara hope is just a joke.
Because I never want to wake up again...
“Mother...” The lyrics are full of sadness, placing the bouquet of flowers on the headstone with trembling hands.
“Maafin Gara..it should be that time Gara who went, not mother.”.
His vision was clouded, and only he realized that he began to cry, how can a man cry, when he used to say that crying is taboo for a man, maybe after this Gara will laugh at himself which is so sad.
“Why does god do this the same because? why didn't God bring Gara also the same mother.”
“How ashamed God is, why in the first place Because of asking for useless things, should be Because ask mother is always the same Because forever! Because naughty! Because no matter what you say, until finally God took the mother from Gara.”
Silence, the cry was no longer heard, replacing the whispers of the wind that caressed the skin of his face soft, dry his tears, which in silence he whispered longing for his woman who was up there, The man wiped his former cry, his hand rubbed the tombstone once more before standing up to leave the place.
Because he did not know where he had to go, whatever he had could not even replace the happiness that had gone, now all he did was follow his footsteps that finally brought him here, he said, standing on the edge of the bridge, with a question lodged in his head, could he feel that happiness again? with a scar that will never go away, and is there still happiness that can make it last longer here?
The man turned his head to the sky which began to give rise to a tinge of orange signs that the day was coming to an end.
the color is beautiful, momentarily make Gara festering, but do not forget the wound, that happiness was only a moment, changed dark night that felt stabbing.
Because he turned his body, spent the sunset with a gaping wound made him feel tight, his eyes then looked towards the road that was milling about various vehicles that he had ignored since then, until a bus that drove past his sight attracted his attention, more precisely to a girl who smiled beautifully while sticking her hands out the window of the open bus enjoying the breeze of the afternoon.
The man straightened up, Because it was not wrong, she was the girl yesterday who hugged him from behind, who held him back from jumping and sliding down the bridge, who punched him heartlessly, unconsciously the two corners of his lips were pulled upwards, without cause, even Gara himself did not know why he could smile.
his hand then reached into an object that he found in the same place, which this afternoon he returned to massage.
“Syeila Anandita.” Mumbled.
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