Atlanna Abiyaksa
14 | Two Options

Currently Raskal sitting at the dining table, his two netra glanced at the misgivings of men his age who looked cheerful, their smile that he displayed always made Raskal's heart pounding incoherently. But as hard as he could, he tried to calm down.

"Think, yeah, sorry aunt can only cook this, besides you're not here yet." Sheila gave a small nag while putting chicken soup on the table, her hands stroking the shoots of her head as was being done to Raskal.

The man smiled happily, he nodded. "Good aunt, I have a gift for aunty if held can make strawberry syrup."

"No!" not Sheila, but Raskal. He refused firmly. "My mother doesn't need such a gift."

"Raskal," Sheila said.

Raskal rubbed his face riled up. "Mother don't trust Arka too much, it's not a gift."

"Since when have you turned out to be so disrespectful? can't say that!"

Arka laughed silently, the man looked at Raskal mocking while enjoying Sheila's cooking quietly. "No problem with aunt, it's natural that Raskal suspects Arka."

"No, that's not polite. Why not trust you? Gerald same Tifany is also very good with aunt."

"Bund" said Raskal. How to explain to his mother if the gift in question Arka is a sharp object? arka version strawberry syrup will not be far from the blood. The man is crazy, psychopathic and has a masochistic mental disorder. His life was obsessed only with blood and contentment with violence.

Aily's cry from the room rang out to the kitchen, Sheila stood up then smiled faintly at Arka. "Tante lives first, yeah, baby. You enjoy the food, don't care about Raskal."

Arka raised both her thumbs. "Okay, pretty aunt."

The situation became quiet after Sheila's departure, only the clinking of spoons and forks from Arka's plate made the atmosphere even more awkward. Raskal held his breath, he rubbed his face with a huff.

"Lo want what?"

Arka shook her head, she smiled mysteriously. "Nothing, just missing Aunt Sheila."

"Gue is no longer joking, do not macem the same Mother!" firmly Raskal, again Arka laughed.

"It's just one macem, why do you sensi see me every time?"

"Because you're crazy!" sahut Raskal's.

Arka pushed her plate forward, the man tilted his head to the side then came back laughing, completely resembling a madman.

"What in the world makes you happy?" ask Arka.

"Lo's alignment."

Arka ignored Raskal's cynical condemnation. "Freedom or death?"

Raskal's getting restless. "Shew me, do you want to?"

"Dead alone or die together?"

Arka smiled strangely. "Died with Atlanna."

"Lo don't be crazy!" screeched Raskal, his entire face flushed red with veins that were increasingly prominent with anger. "Why should Atlanna?!"

Arka looked down, she smiled faintly. "Because I like him. Items that have been damaged and cannot be repaired must be removed so as not to look pathetic."

"Lo thinks I'm gonna give Atlanna that after knowing what you're doing with Nita?" the jaw is firmly Raskal, hardened. Indicates how dislike he is with the man in front of him.

Both of Arka's shoulders were raised indifferently, the look on her face slowly changed. "We are not virgins, ******, she is my nawarin."

"But you made her pregnant son of a bitch!"

"Suck!" furious Raskal.

Arka stood up, she smiled knotfully. "Gue won't treat Atlanna like Nita, which is for sure, I'm just here to give you two choices."

Raskal's body stiffened. "Mother lo or Atlanna?"

••••

Raskal bounces the basketball over the court with a blank look. Scrolls of sweat flowed, then fell as the owner lowered his face deeply. His mood completely deteriorated, his mind raging.

Deep down, he once promised not to be interested in Atlanna. He never really liked the girl. Atlanna's just like her mom used to be, and Raskal just wants to get Atlanna out of the red zone.

He should have been happy if Arka had targeted Atlanna as his prey. But somehow the longer, the more complicated things turn out?

"Rabby!" reprimanded Rio, the senior in charge of being the supervisor was furious at seeing Raskal unfocused.

"S-sorry," muttered Raskal, he immediately moved to pass the ball to his friend randomly so as to make the direction of the throw becomes unstable.

Rio clucked, he rang a whistle signifying that the training was over. His hand moved to fetch the bottle of mineral water and handed it to Raskal.

"From the number of 42 basketball players only lo the same Airlangga that I choose. You have the last chance in 12th grade, why even gini?"

Raskal doused his face with mineral water until it was left after, his brain was completely hot. "Sorry bang, it was a lack of sleep mostly mengekapal material," said Raskal.

Rio nodded his head, the man continued to give an evaluation to the 40th and 41st generation who were Raskal's underclassmen.

A light pat that landed on his shoulder made Raskal turn thinly towards Airlangga who looked serious, the man followed the direction pointed by his best friend's chin.

"Yesterday was fine, why go back to the factory suit?" he stared at Atlanna sitting alone under the mango tree, accompanied by a black book that Raskal had not seen for a long time.

"Do you think I'm a jerk or not?"

Airlangga looked at Raskal suspiciously. "Lo buntin' him?"

Raskal let out an irritated breath making Airlangga scratch his non-itchy nape. "Yes. maap, your face is full of criminal cases because."

"There's no connection to her," cynical Raskal.

"Lo samperin gih."

"Make what?"

Airlangga. "Gini nih, if his circumcision is slaughtered goat hago, his brain is only half left. You apologize is a moron," said Airlangga sewot.

"That?"

"Yes dog, long time I tonsjok sakaratul death also lo!" Airlangga misuh-misuh unclear.

Next to Raskal's eyebrows raised. "Dare people?"

"Ya–ok." She grinned. "There go!"

Raskal nodded, yet had time to approach his second Atlanna made speechless to see the girl had left from there.

"TUH RIGHT!"