#Move On, Jomb!
Chapter 13: The time of the Spend
...ADMISSIONS...
...#Much time together...
...“You're like an illusion, but too real to be just a fantasy.”...
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Doctor Pandu gave a lot of advice to him; eat regularly, get used to drinking warm water, avoid tea water, do not consume acidic foods and adequate rest. Nor with the kindness of his heart, Pandu doctor gave a prescription in the form of five lines of the name of a medium-sized tablet, he said.
What a terrible torment for a man who cannot take tablets like himself.
“Dok, can the amount of medicine be reduced? At least, just change the same sirops that, it's okay a lot, too,” complained Aul when the Pandu doctor gave him five kinds of drugs written with difficult handwriting Aul read.
But after Aul asked Pandu doctor about the form of the drug, Pandu doctor said that the shape is diverse; round and oval in size.
“Ck, many wants lo. I've just stayed nurutin aja, what's the trouble anyway,” grumbled Mahesa.
Doctor Pandu laughed briefly, he had often gotten complaints like this from his patients, especially from Hana. “Hana, you are not ashamed of the same young children who can already take tablet medicine?”
Aul shook his head quickly. “Nothing, rather than having to take a tablet medicine, Doc. Hard to know, even bitter.”
Mahesa sneered, “ya bitter god, you eat medicine pake dibubukin all, weak!”
“Biarin, than not eaten at all!”
“Already, Hana. Consider this training so that when you are an adult, you are used to eating tablet drugs, yes?”
“Have to ya, Doc?”
“If you have trouble eating tablet medicine, you can slip it in bread or eaten with bananas,” advises Dr. Pandu.
Aul smiled wryly, he had tried many ways to be able to eat medicine with water, and also other ways, including the way that Dr. Pandu said earlier. “Have, ever, Doc. Always fail.”
Mahesa was wide-eyed, doctor Pandu smiled kindly. “Lo is not a talent to take medicine?” Aul only gave a sharp glance at Mahesa, then told Pandu's doctor to redeem the medicine at the pharmacy.
While walking down the hospital corridor that was never quiet, Aul idly asked Mahesa randomly.
“Esa,” call him.
Mahesa. “What?”
“If the drug is actually drunk or eaten anyway? I'm confused.”
“According to lo?”
“Ish, even back!” grunts Aul.
Mahesa chuckled softly, she rubbed Aul's head. “Lo's question is as rich as you ngajuin gini's question; ice cream is actually eaten or drunk, but if it's liquid it means water, right?”
“Cock so to ice cream anyway!” sewotnya. But Aul kept thinking about Mahesa's words. “Lo is there really too, why yes?”
“That's because everyone's views are different. Especially with problems. Just like lo, who thinks taking tablet medicine is difficult.” Mahesa showed with her chin, a paper that Aul was holding.
“For some people, taking medicine is easy. Yes it is different. But the point remains it-it's aja.”
Aul mangosteen only. He squinted his eyes, then pressed the back of his hand against Mahesa's forehead. “Hot weight,” murmured.
“But suddenly so wise gini, given what, same Aunt Rara?”
“Eat ati!”
“Dih, sewot.”
“Ye, sayain eat ati, also.”
“Iya, believe!”
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Following Aura's ban to reduce her activities at school makes Aul's spirit sag. He often feels bored when at home, so more often spend time in the room.
Coming home early, became a new habit that made Aul feel cooped up in the house, but very lazy to get out of the house.
It's been three months since Irlan's confession, but there's been no meaningful communication between them. In fact, if in the past Aul was very over stalking social media accounts Irlan, to remember men only, just as wild.
As in the brain talking like this, when the shadow of the Irlan or the incident with him flashed. “Excuse me, hitchhiking through briefly.” Just like an ad, then it's gone.
There is no real pain, no desire to come back or even meet. There aren't. Maybe this is because his heart has cut him off or there are other factors. Like now, when Aul gets an online message from Riziq.
‘Ngamer mulu, here's the highlight!’
‘Riziq send a photo with a sentence that insinuates himself ‘Make Hana Aulia, do not mullu, here ngecamp together’ with background views from the top of the mountain in the morning.’
Aul screamed happily, because he imagined the many green plants that surrounded him, fresh air from the mountain, the heat of the sun from the cracks of the leaves, and the many colors of green everywhere.
‘Lo doesn't bother to camp anyway!
Anyway sometime, must invite me.’ Reply Aul to his message.
Reply from Riziq, enter the interval a few minutes. ‘Emang sure you want to come? Permitted?’
‘Hehe, not yet. Any time, definitely come.’
‘Iya later same me, together. If you're an adult, all applications there, right?’
‘Modus lo!😣’
‘Serious, Aul😏’
Aul's cheeks met in red upon seeing the next reply from Riziq, completely faint-hearted! Maki Aul on himself because it has been overblown on Riziq's attitude that is too modal or serious, I don't know.
Sometimes Aul likes to be confused with the actions of Riziq that Aul must interpret as a mode of a man, or the gentle actions of a man.
Aul keeps his phone, he only reads messages from Riziq, at a glance. It was not good for his heart health that kept beating abnormally, faster.
“HUAAA, RIZIQ GILAAA!” screams splashy.
Aul hid his face on the pillow. While shouting in my heart. Because of the sweet attitude of Riziq and also the green color that is in the given image of the same person.
Like the days before; to go and go home must be with Mahesh. Now Aul has crossed the zebra cross to reach the gate of SMK Bratajaya. There is Mr. Maman who is on duty as a security guard on Friday.
His forward-leaning stomach with a long mustache that he flicked, adding a fierce impression on Mr. Maman who was wearing a special uniform of a security guard. But even so, Mr. Maman is a friendly person for people who do not make trouble or are not late to school.
The clock on his wrist showed at half-seven in the morning, Aul standing in front of the school gate with a smile on his face.
“Morning, Mr Maman!” sapanya cheerful.
Maman returned his smile. “Morning too, Nak Aul,” reply.
Because of the frequent activities in school and interact with the security guards, many people who know Hana Aulia. He even called her by the nickname Aul.
Aul carries some PMR files that he must give to Anzella who has been at school since early in the morning.
Really tauladan, her inner.
Near the main park of SMK Bratajaya, there are four majors facing each other towards the park, the other two majors turn their backs to the park with the other four majors facing towards the ceremonial field.
When it comes to Makeup class— Anzella class which is on the lower floor—the second floor is used for Beauty majors. Aul saw Grace and Gisel on the steps, talking seriously.
“May they don't see me. Males really early in the morning fuss with their rich troublemaking gang,” hope Aul. He said many prayers so that the two people from the 4G gang did not glance at him, or even consider him invisible.
Aul finally breathed a sigh of relief, as Anzella's class was near the department of Fashion— was far from the stairs— where Gisel and Grace were conversing.
“Huftttt... almost only!”
Aul's mouth opened, about to call out Anzella's name, but was defeated by Akmal's cherry-picked voice. Aul vows inwardly to teach Akmal a lesson when the man is already nearby.
“Woi, Aul!”
With great constancy, Aul smiled at a glance. He looked with a flat expression at Akmal that felt so irritating in front of him. Because of the call from Akmal, almost made all the students who were around the park, turn to him. Difficile.
Apparently Akmal did not come alone, he was with Riziq who walked by keeping his hands behind his pants pocket. Riziq stared fixedly at Aul, making him clumsy.
Aul even a few times to throw his face, so shy to look old with Riziq.
“Ngapain is here? Bocil to perverted majors too?” An annoying question from Akmal who curses his height of 130 cm.
Aul glared, he looked at Akmal dislike. “Not a lo affair!”
Akmal easily embraced his shoulder. Aul glanced sharply at Akmal's arm perched on his shoulder. “Awasin hand lo,” hisses.
Akmal. “Okay, keep calm, Sist.” His gaze was distracted at the file that was in Aul's embrace. “You want Anzella?” guess it.
Aul just nodded lazily. “Tuh, earlier he was taken away with Azriel,” Akmal explained.
“Hah?”
“Huh-hah, huh-hah, if you don't believe, ask Riziq noh.” Akmal nudged Riziq's arm, implicitly asking the man to justify his words.
Riziq nodded twice. “Yes, Azriel was again on the road with Anzella, to the canteen.”
The explanation from Riziq made his shoulders feel lethargic. Though this file must be completed approved and signed by the Chairman of OSIS and given at the first break hour to the PMR builder, today.
Aul was disappointed. “Yah .. yes already, thank's yes, Mal, Riz,” he said sincerely. “Gue first if so, bye!”
“Eh, wait!” Riziq held back his departure by holding onto Aul's shoulder.
Aul looked at Riziq confusedly. “Ehm ... why?”
“Lo still has legs, right?”
“Have! It's good to say carelessly,” spray Aul.
“I mean, weekend lo free gak?”
His forehead shriveled because he failed to focus. “Anywhere I'm not on sale!”
Akmal patted his own forehead, Riziq clucked in annoyance. It turns out that inviting women to just walk must be clear.
“That's the code, Aul,” stove Akmal, heat up.
“Code create?”
Because of her badmood, her arrival felt futile to the Makeup major, Aul's mood shattered along with other sensitive feelings.
“Lo want to take a tour to the waterfall?”
Aul's brain was suddenly empty. He has never gone that far. School activities, all his time.
“Whose name is it?”
“My parents.”
“HAH?!! APAAA!” Aul swerved, he didn't know it would be this fast. Since his closeness during these four months, occasionally Riziq did take him to his house. Either just doing the task or helping Aunt Julia make the order of the cake.
Mama Riziq was good, Aul even fell in love with her. But Aul is still normal, he just likes the personality of Aunt Julia; kind, friendly, patient, everything can be.
And as for the affair with her Papa Riziq, Aul felt awkward. He rarely met her, just to meet when Aul was about to go home.
Still overwhelmed by nervousness, Aul said in a hoarse voice. “Emang why not take me?”
Aul berated himself, he muteplosan said in a familiar variety. Moreover, Akmal had smiled grinning at him, Riziq's ears were already a reddish color.
“Mampus! I was wrong to say again!” he screamed in his heart.
After the color of his ears slightly faded, Riziq cleared his throat slowly. “Actually my Mom who ngajak lo, I just convey.”
Aul's legs feel weak, even though he is not that close to Aunt Julia, but Aul is confused, why should he also be invited by her. Many prejudices have sprung up in his head, let alone the topic of conversation on online messages that Riziq had discussed yesterday.
Aul is not ready yet, she still wants to go to school, pursue her ideals and become a successful woman.
“Gue ... not ready yet,” his great-grandson in a slow voice. His head was bowed with a sharp pain that attacked the right back of his head.
A cold sweat the size of corn seeds soaked his palms, making him cold because his feet and hands were suddenly cold. Though Aul felt that his body temperature was hot, aka normal.
“Rejecting men who want to propose to her, does it have to be this lump?” tanya.