Behind The Lies
Pay Attention

The blue bias and the birdsong became an introduction to Iyash's legs to continue pedaling the bike. In the middle of a sudden trip he saw Aruna was tired leading a bicycle because the bike chain was released.

“Why, Run?” Iyash asked while stopping next to Aruna.

Aruna looked around and did not answer. Since yesterday after the innuendo and sneer of other friends, Aruna again acted cold. He got up and guided his bike. Iyash followed him.

“You got on my bike, Run. Let the bike in the shop,” proposed Iyash. However, Aruna ignored him.

The girl had indeed stopped by Mbah Yanto's stall. “Mbah, Runa nitip bike yes, the chain is dislodged,” said the girl while lowering the standard of her bike.

“Oh, yes, Nduk. Just save it there,” Mbah Yanto said.

“Still yes, Mbah, Runa left first.” The girl did not accept Iyash's offer to go to school together.

“Yes, be careful.”

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam.”

“Run,” call Iyash. “Udah you ride here, tired of foot walk.” Iyash is still trying to make Aruna melt. However, the girl still ignored him and walked back.

Iyash took a breath. He then turned around and returned to Mbah Yanto's stall.

“Mbah, workshop close here where ya?” ask Iyash directly while putting his bike next to Aruna's bike.

“There.” Mbah Yanto pointed with his right hand. “Straight, not too far from here. Rejeki Workshop, his name is.”

“Siap, Mbah, thank you, I tipped my bike, because I have to bring Aruna bike to the workshop.”

“Who are you?” ask Mbah Yanto.

“I Iyash, Grandpa Hartanto's grandson.”

“Oh the one from Jakarta?”

“Iya, Mbah.”

Iyash has been to the stall a lot, but Mbah Yanto still doesn't seem to recognize him. Every time to the stall is always the son or grandson of the owner of the stall who serves him.

Iyash excitedly guided Aruna's bike to the workshop. He couldn't fix it, because he thought there might be components that need to be replaced with new ones.

Twenty minutes Iyash arrived in front of the workshop. “Say deket,” grumbled the young man while putting Aruna's bike in front of the workshop that was still closed. “Assalamualaikum,” shouted. “Mas, Ma'am, I want to fix the bike.”

Not long after the workshop owner came out of his residence. “Why, Dek?”

“This chain is already ugly, I want to replace the new one.”

“You go to school on a girl's bike?” tease the workshop owner.

“Iya,” reply Iyash full of confidence. “Again this bike has no gender toh.”

The shopkeeper laughed at the young man's joke. “You taken what time?”

“Hour half ten, yes.”

The man who owned the workshop stared at his watch. “Iya, can-can.”

“How much?”

“Let's go.”

“Thank you, sir, at half-ten, just take the break,” Iyash said as he walked outside the workshop. He then ran towards the Mbah Yanto stall. Like a true runner, Iyash proved that his legs can be faster than he usually does.

Iyash darted along with his bike, until his hair was a little messy in the wind. The luster of the pomade was mixed with sweat on his forehead. The speeding towards school drained a lot of energy until he felt thirsty.

Arriving in front of the school, he immediately put his bicycle under a tree, then ran to the second-floor school building while panting. In front of the door of the class the white-skinned young man stood up while sighing deeply. Luckily, the teacher had not yet entered. When I heard the voice of Deheman Bu Rasti, Iyash gasped.

“You're late?” ask Mrs Rasti while entering.

Iyash turned around and quickly shook his head. “I came first from Mom,” he said as he walked back into the classroom, then sat next to Aruna, while Umam himself sat with Naya. Since Iyash and Aruna were close they had indeed exchanged places.

“Any workout today?” ask Miss Rasti.

“Yes, Bu.”

Iyash was busy looking for his pen inside the pencil case as well as inside his bag. He then looked at Aruna. However, the girl looked cold, making Iyash reluctant to ask her. “Ada has two ballpoints, right? Mine missed at home.”

Iyash circulated a glance, however, no one gave him any help, as his gaze ended on Aruna, the girl brandished a ballpoint pen to the front of Iyash's face. At once Iyash's lips fell thin. He then took the ballpoint pen from Aruna's hand. “Still yes, Run. Know this I won't make an announcement.”

Aruna nodded. The girl went back to writing.

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Hours of Rest, Iyash immediately went to pick up Aruna's bike, so he did not have time to gather with his friends, especially Aruna. As before, Iyash left his bike to Pak Yanto's shop, then ran to the workshop.

Iyash ran as fast as a reliable runner to get to the workshop and back to the shop of Pak Yanto while pedaling Aruna bicycle. He was happy because his bike was working well. After that, he left Aruna's bike at Pak Yanto's shop, then returned to school on his own bike.

The heat of the afternoon made him thirsty, he forgot not to buy drinking water. The short needle on his watch has also shown that the break will be over soon. He quickly accelerated the bike. Arriving at school feeling tired made him breathless. Iyash decided to go to the cafeteria to buy a drink.

“There's Brother Iyash,” said a first-class girl named Seruni.

Iyash ignored the sound and immediately finished his drink.

“Kak Iyash, earlier Uni see Kak Iyash to the workshop take Kak Aruna's bike.”

Immediately Iyash turned to Seruni. However, he did not respond and just smiled.

“Ciee, so sweet. You're a matching couple. Don't fight anymore, pity brother Aruna was alone.”

“Who's fighting?”

“Oh no yes?” Seruni chuckles. “Perhaps because earlier Uni did not see Kak Iyash with Kak Aruna again.”

Iyash smiled knot. Not long ago he was with Aruna, but when it was a short distance away people thought they were fighting.

Iyash. “Introduction,” says Iyash. He quickly went to class and threw his butt in the chair next to Aruna without saying much. His breathing was still breathless, it was only natural that he had just taken the commendable action of helping Aruna fix the bike, even though Aruna herself did not know about it.

Aruna looked at Iyash for a long time. However, when Iyash turned to her, he quickly turned his gaze forward.

“Still the pen,” said Iyash while putting the Aruna ballpoint pen on the table.

“Use aja,” Aruna said without turning her head. “Today's Sociology lesson. Maybe will write a lot of material,” connect the girl.

“I didn't write, borrow your notes only.” Iyash's head drooped on the table. “Capek,” complains slowly.

“Why?” Both of Aruna's eyes faded and stared at Iyash. Instantly the young man straightened his head and looked at the brown-eyed girl. However, Aruna looked back ahead. “Ya it is up to you,” he said slowly.

Immediately Iyash's lips fell back and bowed down on the table.

“Today Bu Mayang did not enter, the children were only given the task to write the material,” said Bayu as class president.

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