You My Bucin's
08. Flash the past
Two teenage girls were sitting in the back yard of the school. They sat down and looked at a man near a tree reading a book.
"He's a nerd, yes" said Melya, who still wears a blue white uniform.
Alya smiled towards the guy. "Yes, he's a nerd, a lot of quiet, smart."
"Do you like her?"
Alya looked at Melya with a reddened face. True, Alya liked that guy even from the first day of school. He wants to be close to the guy but he doubts, surely the guy will stay away from him because Alya is an unattractive girl.
"Don't like it? actually I like him anyway, he's handsome to know, even nerds," said Melya.
The girl's face became sad, Melya was her foster brother, where maybe she could snatch the man her brother liked. Alya chose the resignation.
"You want me to get you guys? anyways, you are suitable if you look around," said Alya with a smile.
A smile that is painful, but it is not okay this is only a matter of men, a lot of who want to be the same Alya and who is more handsome than the guy.
"Thank you Alya."
...*****...
Melya cried in the corner of her room while holding a piece of paper with a streak of red ink. Suddenly Alya entered Melya's room she wanted to take her to the park, but unexpectedly she saw her sister crying like that.
Alya held onto Melya's trembling shoulder. "You why? why cry?"
The girl did not reply, she instead gave the paper she held to Alya. Alya looked at the contents of the paper which turned out to be his paper given earlier in school. All the problems are crossed out with a red pen and there's even a zero there. Gosh, surely her mother used to scold Melya for her poor grades.
"You don't cry anymore, next time I'll be ugly value I let not only you who scolded mother," said Alya.
The girl smiled lal**u wiped her tears.
"Thank you."
*****
Alya clenched her hands looking at the two people she was so familiar with. His blood was boiling, wanting to immediately claw at the girl's face. Alya walked towards the table that the two people occupied.
"So you've been cheating all this time?!" alya asked with a rumbling chest.
He wanted to go on a rampage, but he realized that this was a public place, that he could be chased out by the cafe guards.
"Hi Alya, sorry like your boyfriend is the same as you," said the girl with a cynical smile.
"Gue can't believe, I'm the same Devan all right, I-I"
"That's because you're unconscious! is there a guy who is not the same? you can't dance, installments, even you stupid!"
"Melya, don't go too far!" devan Sentak.
The guy looked at Alya who was looking at him disappointed.
"Is that really all Devan?" alya asked with tears that had wet her cheeks.
Devan was speechless, he could not say that even now he turned his face to Melya. Alya thought that the answer was correct. Right, she's a boring girl.
"Thank you for your confession."
"And from now on I will never want to give up again lo, Melya!!"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH ALYA?!!"
"Out of Ham, I want to go home" said Alya coldly.
Ilham looked at Alya who was not looking at him at all, there was a curiosity in him with the change in the attitude of the girl at the moment.
"Gue said let go!!" Alya forcibly released her hand. The girl ran away leaving a silence between Ilham and Melya.
The girl wanted to say but Inspiration had already stepped away from her. Melya silently cursed in her heart, cursing Alya who might just be able to turn to her.
Ilham walked quickly following Alya. I don't know what's wrong with her own feet following in the footsteps of the girl. Alya stopped at the bus stop in front of the school. It seems like today he was not picked up again. Should I just send him home? Ilham shook his head, gosh why did he become like this?
Brumm
Look, the guy is already in front of Alya with his favorite beat motorbike. Let's just say Ilham is in a trance because the guy feels he is being controlled by something that encourages him to drive this girl he does not like home.
"Lo want to stay here?" ilham asked Alya who was still looking at him expressionlessly.
Usually the girl would shout cheerfully, now just silent like a soulless creature.
"Lo budek huh?!" ask Inspiration again.
"Gue got on the bus," the girl replied briefly.
Ilham. "Sampe malem also you will not dapet bus here, have come home with me alone, really lo stone!"
Alya raised her eyebrows, why is this guy so ugly like himself? is he possessed? it seems like it is. Yes, Alya, take it.
Without talking the girl immediately rode Ilham's motorbike and held Ilham's bag behind. The guy was astonished, usually Alya would wrap his hands around him. Uh, why did Ilham wish to be embraced by Alya?
"Look the road, hunt the mallards."
Alya's words made Ilham aware, the man cleared his throat trying to behave as usual. "Gue don't have helmet 2, you don't think-"
"Look down the street, hunt the mallem!" reset Alya.
Ilham snorted, the guy immediately put on his helmet then turned on his engine and started running his motor away from the school area. Alya this afternoon is so annoying. Why his attitude like this even makes Ilham more dizzy.
Silence, no commotion came out from Alya's mouth. The more immersed in silence the more upset Ilham was.
"Why really?" ask Ilham in an annoyed tone.
"The gun's good, huh? I really want to see my girlfriend at dusk." Instead of answering Alya instead diverted the conversation.
Inspiration breathed out slowly. "Where do you want to see dusk?"
"Gue wanted to see the twilight in the school rooftop," replied Alya.
"Why is it not over the sea or on a hill?"
"Because maybe my boyfriend will be the one from Pertiwi school."
Ilham frowned. " Who wants to be your girlfriend?"
"Ilham Adiwijaya Kusuma" he replied confidently. Although there was a hint of doubt in his heart, but it was okay? if Alya wishes it were like this.
Ilham fell silent then he chuckled, it seemed like Alya had returned like before. "Gue's your girlfriend? maybe I was possessed by a demon, hahaha."
"As now? Now you're possessed by a demon? because you will not be happy to drive me to the house what else our house is different direction."
Mampus, Ilham stuck with his words.
