You My Bucin's
33. Pool tragedy
"Brach!"
The guy did not heed the scream that entered his eardrum, both legs continued to walk without intention to stop even though the current gaze of people turned to him because of Alya's behavior that attracted attention.
"Ilham wait!" call again.
Alya aligned her body with the tall guy who walked like a lion, his breathing was wheezing from running from the school yard to the corridor of XI Mipa 1 class.
"Ilham why not stop? alya called from earlier."
Alya tried to open up the conversation after four days ago they fell silent to each other, and kept their distance. All of this happened because of past issues about their engagement. Nothing special, only Alya is now claimed as a prospective daughter-in-law of the Kusuma family.
Alya happy? not particularly. Alya's upset? there is no way he is upset just because he will marry his idol by matchmaking. It's just that he's not good with Inspiration, or maybe pity because he doesn't have any feelings for Alya.
"Stop follow me!" Ilham.
In the end the tall guy stopped in front of the XI class of Mipa 2. He looked at Alya dislike, he could not accept the absurd engagement that the two companions had made.
"Ilham why? same with Alya?" alya asked in a soft tone.
"Gue don't want to see your face again!"
Alya pursed her lips. "Later there's another dinner, I just want to say that."
"Gue can't!"
Ilham again stepped his legs followed by Alya who walked beside him.
"Ilham, if you don't want to marry me, you can say whether you make it void"
Ilham looked at Alya sharply, he exhaled an annoyed breath. "I can do it, I did it from yesterday!"
Alya lowered her head, for some reason lately she had been crying a lot because of her Inspiration treatment. Though the guy used to sneer at Alya with harsh words and Alya did not take heart, but now why he became a baperan.
"Lo cry?" ask the inspiration in a soft voice.
The first time in his life, crying in a public place and it was in front of Inspiration.
"Alya! lo why?" tanya Resta panicked to see her best friend sobbing.
Resta cupped Alya's face, seen the water flowing profusely and his nose reddened.
"Lo why cry Al? you're flanked by this fucking ketos?" tanyakanya.
Alya sucked her snot and then brushed off her best friend's hand and wiped her tears with her hands. "Gue gapapa" said Alya.
"Whatwhat? this lo cry gini must have been in the same ketos, right?" omel Restaurant.
Ilham did not intend to rub Alya's shoulder like Resta did, the guy instead passed away to go to class leaving Alya who came back crying.
"Hey, why are you crying again Al?" Restaurant panicked instead of playing, lifelong friends with this girl, she had never seen him cry at school like this.
"G-gue really does Res?" Alya again sucked her snot and wiped away her tears that continued to flow. "I didn't feel good, I never cried because of guys" he continued.
Resta rubbed Alya's shoulder slowly, trying to win her over. "Why does that mean you're sane."
Alya snorted at the answer of her best friend. "You mean I've been out of my mind all this time?"
Resta shook his head innocently.
"Buck!!"
...*****...
The pool at Pertiwi High School is quite spacious and deep as the chest of a boy who is 180 cm high. It is certain Alya will disappear if entered into the pool because of his height which is only 160 cm, fortunately Alya is a swimming champion even he was offered to participate in a swimming competition in exchange for a scholarship. But, her name is also Alya, she must be lazy.
After waiting for a few minutes, Mr. Jarot finally came.
"Well the children before swimming, we should warm up first, follow the father!"
All students of XI Mipa 3 class according to follow every movement made by Mr. Jarot. 5 minutes passed, now they lined up to swarm the pool waiting for their turn, they were, or just look at the way boys swim.
"Well, it's okay to be absent!" said Mr. Jarot.
Alya smiled happily, because in her class only she had a letter beginning with 'A'.
"Starting from the letter 'Z' yes. Ziva let's go forward."
Alya bent her face. "Well, how could that be the concept."
Resta chuckled at Alya's annoyed face. "Prophe Al."
After waiting for some time, it was finally Ilham's turn. Alya was so enthusiastic to see the way Ilham swam, the guy was no less good with Alya.
"Ilham spirit!" shout Alya.
The guy does not heed Alya's words, he focuses on his goal of getting the highest score and beating the annoying girl.
Efforts do not betray the results, finally Ilham holds the record for the fastest swimming at the moment, and hope Alya is not faster than him later.
"Alya Maheswari, let's now be your turn."
Alya smiled happily, she immediately prepared herself to do a show that Ilham would hopefully be interested in. Who knows after this Ilham would nag him for already taking his first rank. Haha....
Alya got into the water, at first it was fine but in the middle of suddenly his legs could not be moved, he panicked and tried to ask for help.
"T-to-lo-ng!!"
Everyone there was surprised except Ilham, the guy thought that Alya was currently pretending, probably to get Ilham into the water to save him.
"Quickly please Al-"
"Don't panic sir, he'll be tired of his own drama." Inspiration cuts out the words of Mr. Jarot.
"Lo crazy Ham?" ask Resta with his chest up and down. "Dumb Alya chasing lo, he will not make a drama that shame himself damn!"
"He's a swim whiz, where maybe he's a windpipe"
"Ck, if you don't want to save Alya let me!!" erik's Sarcas.
The guy goes straight into the water to save Alya, while Ilham only pecks when he sees the pale lips of the girl he likes.
Resta immediately hugged her best friend's cold body while crying, she slapped Alya's face hoping the girl woke up. But there was no response from the girl.
"Al, Alyaa!! wake Al!"
If only Restaurant a swim jago maybe from earlier he had saved him, because this restaurant has swimming skills just for practice tests not to save people.
"Bring Alya to Uks!" tell Mr. Jarot to panic.
"Bring to the hospital, sir! I called an ambulance" said Gamala.
"Good Gama! the others please call Alya's parents" cried Mr. Jarot.
