Call Me, You?
Chapter 158: A smile.
Chapter 158: A smile.
After school.
At four o'clock in the afternoon.
He was waiting in front of his own school.
Waiting for Nawa who has not come out of school.
Lean on the high fence wall in front of the school made of bricks and cement.
Glancing at his school again then he turned to look towards the large wall behind him picking the lush white flowers propagating the small foliage.
A little nervous no, it was more than nervous for her to meet with Nawa again.
He still remembers everything. Yes, everything he experienced from the attack during the day at the time in the school health room.
Although he looked calm it was just his effort to not look weak in front of many people.
"Rumy" call Nawa.
Turned.
"Naw" said Rumy.
He put on a helmet and gave Rumy a red helmet.
He checked Nawa's neck seeing that her condition was already fine.
Rumy saw no one else but Nawa.
"I don't see Po where he is?" ask Rumy.
"He" said Nawa.
A little explanation from Nawa about her lover who has gone to Rumy.
Rumy listened to the story told by this friend.
From the other direction still from inside Nawa school there is a class leader with his friends.
Be a chat for those who will go to a bus stop near the school with what they are looking at close enough to be regarded as an ordinary friend.
"Am I the only one who thinks she's the woman she really likes?" ask Gan.
He also heard the chatter of those who went to the bus stop was not much different from what he thought.
"It's hindering me from being a successful person" Gan said.
The class leader who remained silent and did not participate in talking about the two other teenagers in the school was meeting in front of a school among other students also moved one by one out of school.
Nawa did not care what she had heard from the chatter of her friends who talked about her easy attitude to fall in love and turn to others.
Putting a helmet on Rumy.
Just got out through the school gate.
Jeje
"After coming home we study at a regular cafe?" ask Jeje.
Yellows.
Vim.
"Agreed!" said Yellow.
Behind them.
Ans.
Those who were busy tidying their hair a few times accidentally looked to the left of the school on the left of their school.
Found something.
He pointed towards Nawa.
"Eh .. uh. Looky!" said Ans.
The two compact together looking towards Nawa and Rumy.
Wonderful but got used to it but still upset.
"Not mind him. You're not interested in him either" Jeje said.
Much more emotional.
"I want to grab the girl's hair" Yellow said.
To Yellow the direction of this conversation.
"People like you deserve healing" Ans said.
"Healing?" ask Jeje.
Ans did not want to explain the meaning of the question from his schoolmate.
"Let's go!" said Ans.
Passing both of them to the bus stop which is also there is the class leader and other students who are also not from inside their school.
Nawa and Rumy.
Nawa grabs Rumy's hand and takes him to ride his bike with his legs a little harder to walk normally.
Stop over.
Look at Rumy's feet.
"Your leg is hurt?" ask Nawa.
"A little bit" said Rumy.
Another road with a distance of one meter more towards the sport bike.
Nawa got up early and started the engine.
"Come with me" said Nawa.
Attentiveness.
"Slow down the road" said Nawa.
Rumy with a slow walk with the condition of his legs that are still sprained pain but has increased the pain.
He climbed on the bike in the back seat of Nawa and this teenage boy pulled Rumy's hands together to keep himself from falling off the bike while on the way.
He and his friends saw Nawa pull Rumy's hands together to hug her from behind.
"Even we know. He never paid such attention to our friend" Yellow said.
"Either what made him go but this is the right decision" said the class president.
"He doesn't want to get hurt. She was a smart girl" Ans said.
"Your conversations are so heavy" Jeje said.
Bus's coming.
They stopped watching the two and got into the bus they were waiting for.
Nawa had left along with Rumy along with the arrival of the bus carrying their friends who happened to also be on the same road they saw Nawa motorbike driving along side by side with the bus that was boarded by his friends who could not help but see the familiarity of the two that their friends did not get.
Nawa grabs Rumy's hand with her left hand briefly fixing Rumy's hand holding not too tightly.
"Hands tighter" said Nawa.
Rumy nodded slowly.
He was finally able to get a little heart from the person he loved all this time sounding selfish but he thought this was his right to love others.
Following from the back of one motorbike which is also berboncengan with motor sportnya and they are Namir who piggyback the girl named Eir with each of the four in a different high school uniform.
"I like that friendship style" Ans said.
While holding the available iron above the ceiling of the bus for the stability of the passengers.
Glancing Ans.
"Who are you on whose side?" ask Yellow.
"I. Tomorrow, I also want to bring a sports bike" Ans said.
He likes to pay attention to people he knows.
Angry but attentive.
"You're too skinny to carry such a big bike" said the class president.
He's a little offended.
Plain.
Watching for yourself.
"What's wrong with my body?" ask Ans.
The beach.
"There's Jarrel who's really Jarrel"
The message he replied to Nawa.
Three in less than ten minutes.
"She will continue to cry near me from today" Hoshie said.
"Why did this happen to him?" ask Hoshie.
Nightly.
Eight is twenty minutes.
He was waiting for someone to come to the house.
Rooftop building where Dashie lives.
He's a-comin.
The kimono-clad woman is seen from the top of the rooftop with a wave of the hand of someone she knows without her warm smile again but a figure who is harboring a truth.
Five minutes later.
He offered a cell phone with a wallpaper of someone with his best friend.
"What's this?" ask Ghazi.
Take Oryn's cell phone.
"This?" ask Ghazi.
Her tears fell.
He with negative thoughts before the explanation came from Hoshie's oral.
"It's not true, is it?" ask Ghazi.
"This is probably the worst" Hoshie said.
Hitting his left arm then the upper shoulder to the left of Hoshie many times with a fairly close time lag.
His face bowed right on the top of Hoshie's right shoulder and he cried with sobs heard also by Nawa who came to give a snack as appropriate Hoshie ordered to buy it.
"I'm leaving?" ask Nawa.
Hoshie's hand gave the code to tell him to leave.
He's running Hoshie's orders.
Come down from the top of the building and meet someone more precisely invite him to go to the same place he came a few seconds ago.
He knocked on the door.
The door to the room opened.
"Laughter. Is there something I can help you with?" ask Dashie.
"Did you have time for dinner with us?" ask Nawa.
Nawa with who had bought a lot of food that had been partially placed in the room will be carried on the building as well as he had done.
He saw signs that someone would not go along with the offer he was giving.
"Sir Ghazi was waiting up there" Nawa said.
"Since when?" ask Dashie.
"Five minutes ago. I just got off the rooftop of this building" Nawa said.
From inside Dashie went to take the room key as well as a black jacket and then came out of his room and locked the door.
Take some tools to make hot pots and barbeques.
"I also have to work" Dashie said.
He smiled kindly.
"Come on!" said Nawa.
Go to climb the stairs.
A few minutes later he was still chatting with Nawa.
Seeing her brother being together with Hoshie.
He still hasn't changed before the boy on his right last saw the two of them talking about Oryn Mason.
Tacit.
Eye contact between Hoshie and Dashie.
Nawa put the electric stove on the table that they had prepared earlier.
How much time can be calculated to understand this situation especially for Dashie.
She couldn't have gone it would have been more awkward if it had been her doing.
Come to help Nawa prepare a fire for grilling meat and seafood that she bought this afternoon.
Ghazi realized there was someone else besides him there.
Stop his head bowing over Hoshie's shoulder.
"I'm sorry" Ghazi said.
He came closer to the same table.
Dashie did not look angry or sad.
Hoshie idle.
"Why aren't you jealous?" ask Hoshie.
Honestly speaking.
"For what?" ask Dashie.
"Yes to me" Hoshie said.
Giving one plate of lettuce ready to eat to Hoshie.
"Hand this" Dashie said.
Ghazi wiped his tears again with some tissue.
Her sister who has not commented much when she found out her brother had just broken up from his lover.
Nawa began to heat the roast on the mini electric stove that she had just brought.
Take the meat that was in Dashie's hand and he gives it.
Look at her brother's eyes.
"Why. I'm used to this kind of situation?" ask Dashie.
Teasing with a sad voice.
Dashie is preparing the shrimp.
"You're jealous, right?" ask Ghazi.
"My guess this time didn't miss" Ghazi said.
Nawa child fashion is good while for Hoshie is certainly enjoying her heart that is blooming by the jokes issued by her best friend is without a more cute expression.
Hoshie who can't make hot pot sauce.
Dashie snatched the spice from his hand.
"Give me!" dashie.
Hoshie, according to him, then took another job to at least help this dinner show can entertain someone who is sad.
The sound of roast meat began to sound.
"Like this?" ask Nawa.
Saw Nawa grilling meat in front of the three adults nearby.
He looks like a real rich kid when he's turning over a whole immature piece of meat with a hand that wants to move away but he remembers having to finish the job he's already taken.
Guessing.
"Son. You're the son of a rich man who lives a simple life?" ask Ghazi.
Flipping the meat that was almost charred in a moment.
"I believe you can keep my secret" Nawa said.
Slowly connect the sentence that Nawa just said.
"Ok" Ghazi said.
Dashie put the seasoning in a pot that has been filled with broth water little by little and then stir it slowly until the seasoning is mixed evenly.
Taking a small plate, Nawa gives a few pieces of roasted beef to Ghazi.
"For you" said Nawa.
He was somewhat shocked by the treatment he received from this teenage boy.
"Eat while it's warm" Nawa said.
Shut up for a few seconds and talk to each other through their eyes without a word.
He received the roast from Nawa with both hands.
"Thank you" Ghazi said.
Nawa then took the roast he roasted himself one by one cooked from the top of a square-shaped roast tool put it on the same shaped plate from the plate Ghazi used.
Take the sauce put it on the meat that he has roasted himself.
"Good meal!" said Nawa.
He ate early after that following Ghazi to eat.
He ate the rice he took from the bowl.
Hoshies.
He unwrapped the other beef and started grilling.
The distinctive smoke smell of roasted meat smells quickly from the top of the roast.
Just guessing.
"Are you guys ready but keeping it a secret from us?" ask Nawa.
He knows little about the character of Nawa.
"It could be" Hoshie said.
He's serious fashion.
"That means you're not made yet" Ghazi said.
The hot pot is ready to cook some raw food on the table.
Dashie dipped the thin meat and fat into a pot that had been boiling several times and put it into a bowl.
Give the bowl to Hoshie.
Hoshie.
"Thank you" Hoshie said.
Hoshie flipped again the almost cooked roast.
Ghazi took the shrimp and dipped it in the boiling water of the broth which was in the pot in front of them.
"What about your school?" ask Dashie.
"Yes that way" said Nawa.
Eat grilled meat roasted by Hoshie with savory soy sauce.
"Oh yeah. You didn't meet Rumy, he started school today again?" ask Dashie.
He just remembered that this can make the atmosphere a little more uncomfortable to see who Rumy is to Nawa and where Po is as a girlfriend.
Putting the plate that Hoshie gave her on the table.
"Sorrys. Really, I didn't mean the sentence I just said" Dashie said.
Nawa and lettuce contain grilled meat in the right hand.
He's flat not looking angry.
"Why?" ask Nawa.
"I knew him earlier than I know my girlfriend now" Nawa said.
"Don't feel guilty" Nawa said.
Ghazi gave the tofu that had been boiled with broth water that his sister made on top of her bowl.
Nawa was still smiling.
"I'm doing fine. Let's just say I don't have feelings" Nawa said.
"I'm not as good as you think" Nawa said.