#Move On, Jomb!
Chapter 22: Ok, I just wanna kill you!

...CYCLE (TRAGIC) COURTING...

...#Jaga distance ...

Ps. Rich lockdown and this pandemic😌

..."When you walked away, I knew there was a part of me that you took away."...

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"Where's your guy, Aul?" ask Mahesa.

Aul did suddenly take Mahesa out of the house on Sunday morning, jogging together. Aul flicked his shoulders indifferently. "Where do I know, not his mak."

Seringai jahil rising on Mahesa's face. He deliberately nudged Aul's arm, making the tiny body look good. It was fortunate that Aul was able to rebalance his body. He glared sharply at Mahesa.

"GODDESSA!!" his screeches.

Mahesa chuckled, she ran faster as Aul chased after her. Although Mahesa did not know what Aul was going through with Riziq, she could not see Aul's gloomy face for too long. It will make him feel uncomfortable. I don't know, Mahesan refused to admit it.

"Pursue if you can, Bocil!" his challenge. He occasionally glanced back. Aul murmured indistinctly while trying to chase after him. Unbearable, Mahesa slowed his running.

Grep's!

"Ac .. aw ... Isha! Yes, it's Aul!" ringis Mahesa when Aul managed to align his running steps, with the beringas of the girl instead gave small pinch on his arm.

That hurt, you know! Duh ...

"Mamma is sick!" tease Aul.

Aul folded his hands in front of his chest, sniffing cynically at Mahesa who was still complaining of pain. Though Aul had stopped giving the pinch. "Lebay it!" cibir Aul again.

Mahesa replied with a rather large pinch on Aul. "Well, that's the big one!" his reply.

Aul glanced sharply at Mahesa. "Submercifully rich chick," he grumbled.

"Rather than lo, sensi rich chick!"

"Eh, I'm a girl!"

Mahesa looked at him pretendly. "Ah, time? A woman from where?"

Aul stomped on Mahesa's feet hard enough, causing Mahesa to tiptoe while complaining of pain.

"THE ESSA OF NYEBELIN IS SO GOOD!"

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The presence of Mahesa did make Aul feel a little treated because of the absence of Riziq. The man was so difficult for Aul to meet. Although Aul was often on one schedule during practice, still he could not find Riziq. Once upon a time, he came to a warehouse that became a den of thieves, eh wrong. It means the Basupati gang.

The big trees around him were twitching with the wind, but Aul who came to the warehouse alone felt his hair bristling. The disturbance tried to ignore Aul, but when the rustling sound was clearly heard, Aul's heart felt a jump. The breathing of the fireworks is irregular.

Aul looked back, but there was no one. "Keep calm, Aul! You have to be able, just once, it was just a cat fashion show."

Aul continued his steps. The Broadcast-1 class was free, so Aul decided to find Riziq. Initially Kaila offers to help, but Aul refuses.

"No Kaila, this is my business. And I don't want to depend on you."

Ah, Aul so regretted his own pretentious act. Forget about his fear, now his heart feels more racing when Aul is about to knock on the door of the warehouse. Cold sweat from his forehead started to appear. With a slightly trembling hand, Aul wiped him.

"Well, why the hell! It's not hot, either" complained Aul.

The rustling sound was heard again, Aul was staring at the surroundings with caution. His hands are firmly clenched. He did not dare look back. Especially when the strange sound was getting closer to him. Several times Aul closed his eyes, continuously like that. Especially when his nape felt a hot breath, Aul increasingly wanted to cry alone.

His legs and hands were already shaking first, Aul wanted to shout, but his tongue was a bit off. He was shocked when his name was suddenly called.

"Geez!"

"YES!!"

Aul turned his head, reflexively while closing his eyes, kicking in the origin of the direction. Until the sound of 'dug' and strange swearing from someone.

"KNOW IT!"

Aul opened his eyes slowly, he immediately looked up at Gibran who was covering the area*********** while prancing around and complaining of pain. Aul grimaced awkwardly.

"Ngg .. sori, Gibran," said Aul.

Gibran who felt the pain had lessened, but not with his face that held in shame. He cleared his throat and turned his attention to Aul who was looking at him wryly. Gibran smiled curiously.

"Nope. So, you're looking for Riziq?" guess what Aul is holding.

Gibran. "Lo want to talk about Riziq here or at Bu Sri's Canteen? In Dalem there's a Basupati boy."

"There ... Riziq?" ask Aul, curious.

Aul ber-Oh only. Seen from the look of his bent face that makes Gibran conclude something is not right. "So ...?"

"Kantin Bu Sri Aja."

Gibran goes first and Aul follows him behind. Aul's thoughts began to guess, about what he should ask Gibran, also about Gibran who seemed to bother to help him. Aul was also curious about the exposure Gibran would give him.

Bu Sri's often crowded canteen is now deserted. Because it is often used by most famous children, Bu Sri's canteen is also the closest place for Aul to return to his class, if there is a notification of teachers who teach from Kaila.

Aul only ordered matcha and Gibran had ordered rice and sweet iced tea at noon like this. "Hungry, severe," he said.

Aul doesn't mind if he has to wait for Gibran to finish eating, but the man is stubborn. "Udah while eating, I am not a person who habitually eat with silence," explained Gibran.

"Really, Gib? Even though eating first, it's okay for me to wait," said Aul.

Gibran remained on his stand. Aul finally gave up. "All right, it's up to you."

Gibran smiled at her. In between his meals, Gibran said slowly. "Sori if I kepo, but actually what have you done to Riziq until the child is so different?"

"How different?"

After one big mouthful Gibran swallowed, Gibran answered Aul's question. "Yes that .. is more quiet. Scary, swear!"

Aul grimacing. As he remembered, when Aul explained to Riziq that it was just a chat, Riziq seemed to believe it. Even their relationship got along again, before suddenly Riziq got further and further away from Aul.

"Gue .. don't know," resigned Aul.

Gibran had scooped his last mouthful, he took a sip of cold sweet iced tea, then turned his head perfectly on Aul. "He was also often absent from bawuran, anyway."

Aul's eyes are rounded, tumbens. Usually if people who often do troublemaking such as participating in brawl, if there is a problem, usually the more often the duration he follows the activities of bawuran is not clear, right? Mahesa.

"Seriously? How can?!" Aul pressed his drink until it left ice cubes that began to melt.

Gibran flicked his shoulders. "But he still often gathers with Basupati children, just plain truant cadas." He confirmed his seat, then looked at Aul seriously. There was no witty face that Aul saw a few minutes ago. "My advice, don't fight, Aul. Every now and then, women have to fight."

This is what Aul was afraid of. It was not that Aul was unwilling to fight, it was just that .. he was afraid that everything would be in vain. He wanted to save his heart, but he couldn't ignore the other heart either. Riziq Feeling.

Aul sighed heavily. His head was bowed in lethargy. "If Riziq will reject my presence or my struggle .. What, Gib? I'm not that strong for rejection," Aul honestly.

"Lo will be completely satisfied after you fight. No one knows what results you can get when you fight later."

The head looked up, looking at Gibran who seemed like he was going to continue his somewhat finished sentence.

"On surrender or persevere, that's your right. But a defeat after a fight would be better than a defeat without effort" Gibran said.

Aul was moved, he commented a thin smile. Aul did not expect, it turns out Gibran is not just a perverted playboy, he can be a wise man like now.

"Thank you, Gib."

Now it was Gibran's turn to be astonished. "Thank you for what?"

"That's what you said earlier. There's a point, too, I salute you."

Gibran flinched, then laughed softly. "Oh .. does that mean the quetes I read earlier?"

Aul gawking. "Huh?"

"So I ran out of scrolling IG when you nduk. Nemu quetes kece, I hapalin deh. Cool huh?" conceitedly.

"So ... that was ... not your words?" tanya Aul stammered.

Gibran shook his head quickly, then laughed loudly. "Whenever I can say that without cheating, there is!" his clumsiness made Aul stare flatly at Gibran.

Gibran got bumbling himself. "But really, right?"

"Hmm ...," Aul felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. Apparently there was a notification from Kaila who said that there was Mr. Willy in his class. "If that's what I was first, Gib. Thank's make the same quotes!" exclaim Aul as it passes.

Gibran stroked his chest, he took out a piece of paper that he clumped under the table. "Damn it! That bucini guy is so fucking annoying!" grunts Gibran.

Gibran actually did not read the caption or the quote in Instragram, but a piece of paper deliberately written by Riziq who told him to give the paper to Aul. But because he was lazy, Gibran chose to memorize it. It's good to keep other women, her mind.

If it were not for losing the bet with Riziq, he would not bother dealing with the thorny matter of his best friend. Gibran called Riziq.

"Doi in cackle mode. I lost three times, Sat!" he complained to Riziq who even laughed at his misery.

"Thank's, Bro!" sahut Riziq's.

"But the Lamborghini lo car in return," challenge Gibran.

"Snurvy!"

Now it was Gibran's turn to laugh.