A Thousand Flowers
Chapters 2. A tiger?

Ihsan walked leisurely with both hands hiding in her pants pocket. Occasionally smiling kindly returned the greetings of several girls who passed by him. Suddenly his eyes caught the figure of Izzah walking from the opposite direction while reading a book. Ihsan smiled meaningfully. Izzah seemed to be very focused on what he read. Slowly Ihsan swung her legs, taking a straight position opposite to Izzah.

“Hello, Can!" the broom, smiling sweetly.

Izzah reflexively stopped his steps and raised his head to see who had broken his concentration.

In front of him was a man with a baby face. Her hair is a little curly and looks perfectly matched to her oval face. Plus her charming smile. Really saucy. Not surprisingly, the guy who was standing in front of him became one of the guys loved by girls at school.

“Can be friends with you?” Ihsan asked without further ado as she flicked her hands in front of Izzah's face, spreading charm.

“Hei!” he shouted again when he realized Izzah still looked dumb and did not respond to greetings and questions.

Izzah was a little surprised. For a moment he drowned looking around, looking for other disciples around him. When he found no one but himself, he pointed his right index finger at himself with a questionable expression without saying a word. Seeing that, Ihsan nodded his head.

“It is ... There are other girls here besides you, Tiger?” he continued with a little joking.

“My name is Izzah, not Macan!” answer Izzah cold and tart. Defeat the cold of the north polar ice and cannon explosions in the Dutch era.

“Oh ... nice name. But for me, you remain Tiger,” reply Ihsan seriously.

Izzah frowned looking at Ihsan. It felt strange as if something was wrong with the guy in front of him.

“I see what you did in front of the class,” continued Ihsan relaxed as if he could read Izzah's mind.

He tried to align the steps with Izzah. Izzah just smiled.

"Ah, it turns out that's why he called me a Tiger," Izzah thought.

“Like you alone,” said Izzah half whispered. Whether I heard it or not, Izzah didn't care. His hand reopened the book, ignoring Ihsan who was walking beside him.

“Truly cute nih girl,” Inner Ihsan while glancing at Izzah.

“But ... maniiis ..” he continued at heart, smiling to himself.

“Hey, Can, my name is Ihsan!” Ihsan shouted as they parted.

Izzah remained indifferent and turned left immediately. While Ihsan continued to cross the basketball court to return to his class. For a moment Ihsan stopped his steps and turned towards Izzah. However, the girl remained focused on the book she was reading.

The sound of greetings and the approaching footsteps forced Izzah to open his eyes. Replying with a soft whisper, just enough to hear his own ears. Two of his male friends, Yudha and Johny, were already sitting soundly on the porch of his house.

“Sorry, we bought drinks and snacks first for supplies,” said Yudha apologizing for their delay.

Without responding to Yudha's words, Izzah immediately stood up, fixed the headscarf that looked a little tangled, then moved to pick up the backpack lying on the floor near the porch pole of the house.

“This let me take it,” said Ihsan while grabbing a small bag containing snacks that Izzah will take.

Izzah and his three friends were ready to leave. Today, they plan to explore a seven-level waterfall located in the middle of the forest not far from a small village in the foothills. Two motorcycles were waiting on the road.

“Mother, Izzah left first yes ..” say goodbye to his mother once a middle-aged woman came out to let go of her daughter. Izzah kissed his mother's hands.

“Yes, Mother,” replied Izzah while kissing her mother's cheek. A habit that is never missed every time he will step before leaving his mother.

“Temple, Mother, we will all take good care of Izzah,” said Yudha reassured Mother Izzah and was adopted by Ihsan and Johny. They also one by one greet Mother Izzah.

“Thank you. Mother believes in you,” replied Mother Izzah smiling kindly. He has considered senior Izzah since Junior High like his own son.

Yudha has been sitting sweetly on his motorbike, “John, are you bonceng with me or Ihsan nih?”

Johny had not yet answered Yudha's question, a cry that shocked them.

“Awaaas .. I am the same Yudha. Johnny was the same Ihsan,” said a girl appeared suddenly and immediately moved towards Yudha's motor after pulling Johnny away from it.

Johnny and Ihsan smile at each other. While Izzah only scratches his head that does not itch. Yudha looked down lethargic. Do not know how the girl named Riris suddenly appeared like a ghost in the game of jelangkung. Came uninvited.

“Yes Lord .. What dream did I last night to this morning have to meet this misguided princess,” Yudha in heart.

When glancing at his friends, all the compacts raised their shoulders and stretched out both hands as a sign of ignorance.

“If Riris same Yudha and I same Ihsan, continue Izzah same who dong?” ask Johny to worry.

“My name is ..” replied a loud man so stop his motor facing Yudha motor.

When the helmet opened, Izzah looked crisp. Without wasting any time, he immediately landed sweetly in the backseat.

“Wah .. Does Brother Fadhil come too? Where did you come from, from that direction?” ask Yudha sok familiar.

“Ya dong's. Princess Izzah's personal bodyguard must always be ready wherever the princess goes, but it must be a full tank first,” answered at length while looking back with a seductive smile without caring about Ihsan's elusive gaze.

“OK. We unplug!” Yudha gave the command. The three motors went together.

Fifteen minutes of travel, the terrain began to be difficult. The climbing roads and steep cliffs and remnants of the rain last night make the unpaved streets feel slippery. Must drive with extra care so as not to slip and fall. It is a good decision to choose a motorcycle instead of a car.

“Strong handle yes, Zah! I do not want to be spray Mother because you fall,” Fadhil instructions and immediately executed Izzah without hesitation.

Behind them, Ihsan suddenly stopped his motorbike and pulled over.

“Kok stop, San? Macet?” johnny asked, then went down and checked the rear tire of the Ihsan motorbike. Worried if the tires deflate.

“No idea, it seems my hand is a little cramp,” Ihsan replied lying while moving his fingers as if trying to make his fingers relax again.

Somehow he felt uncomfortable when he had witnessed Izzah's hand coiled around Fadhil's waist. His heart was wry and felt sore. Inexhaustible how could Izzah who had been known for never coming into contact with a guy even if just shaking hands once, today wrapped his hands hugging the waist of the guy in front of him. If Ihsan heard it from someone else's story, he would never believe it. However, seeing all that with his own eyes really made Ihsan disturbed.

“Ah, who exactly is that guy?” ask in the heart.

After Izzah's motorbike disappeared from view, Ihsan also revived the motorbike following them.

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