Joy: A Hope's
Chapter 14: His name is Arga

He said, happiness is simple.

I don't know who first said that. The point is, Joy agrees with him.

Although having to continue his education at SMK-not SMA which is one of his dreams. Although he had to give up the Indonesian language major he craved. Importantly, Joy was still given the freedom to express her skills on the authorship platform.

‘The story is cool. The storyline is also hard to guess. In addition, there are many lessons we can learn in it. I like.’

Just because of one comment from @Vanila's account in one of his works, Joy got to the squeaks on the little mattress where she slept. Nothing could beat Joy's happiness that night.

Initially a fad opens an orange-where Joy used to write stories-to check her account which may have been more than two months neglected. Joy stared at the two stories she had published with one of the stories labeled finished, but her readers never reached the number one thousand. The story was finished a year ago. How shiny.

However, when they want to continue writing for the next part. A notification caught Joy's attention. A comment on the story that is over. In the blink of an eye was able to change Joy's mood much better than before.

The night is getting late. However, the eyes cannot be compromised. Outside only the sounds of crickets and frogs could be heard replying to each other. Earth without the moonlight that night. Dark skies. Just now the sky after spilling its contents that I don't know how long it has been accommodated. Thunder and rain slowly subsided-nearly sounded. Leave the misty rain tampias in the glass window.

Joy's strange behavior, of course, invites questions in Ari's mind. A puzzled streak was clearly plastered on the young man's face as he glanced to the side where he was sleeping. Online games on his cell phone - now no longer exciting - are being budgeted. In fact, win soon.

“Joy, what's up?” ask Ari later.

Joy was silent as if she had just done nothing. Damn, why did Joy realize that in this room it wasn't just her! Rutuk Joy went all out in my heart.

The teenager lowered his head, hiding a face that was now as red as a tomato. Then, change his sleeping position side-by-side with the brother.

Again, Joy's behavior makes Ari fail to understand. The young man just shook his head then followed by a crisp laugh.

“Joy, Joy... You are here,” said Ari.

There's no word from Joy. Not long after silence was re-created between them. Everyone is busy with their own activities. Joy who is excited to write a story for the update tomorrow morning, while Ari again lulled in his online game.

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Early in the morning, Mamak and Dad in the village had called. Of course, it does not interfere with the morning sleep Ari and Joy because the two men always wake up early. In the morning they usually share tasks. A small example, when Joy is cooking then Ari will help with washing dishes.

Topic talk not far from ‘how are Joy and Ari in the village people?’ and other similar questions.

The sound of a cry belonging to Santi across the street was ruffled in the morning blind.  Urung makes Joy and Ari ilfeel. They are happy and relieved because their parents still care.

Complete with a white ash uniform and a black bag on his back, Joy is now ready to go to school. Today is his first official day as a student of SMK Bina Mulia after participating in MOS activities for three consecutive days.

“Bang, Joy first.” Joy bids farewell to Bang Ari who is still cool phone with Mamak.

“Bentar, Mak,” said Ari then keep the phone from his ear and switch to staring at Joy. “Iya, be careful,” continued he told Joy.

“Ready, Bang!” Joy nodded. His right thumb is outstretched.

“Salam for Mamak and Bapak, yes,” tippednya further. Only replied with a short mutter by Ari.

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Class X majoring in DPIB is crowded. The first hour on the first day as a new student there is no teacher who teaches aka empty hours. Be that class now boisterous about the noise made by each student.

And in the front row, there were pious disciples sitting quietly. Waiting for the teacher to enter and hoping for the commotion to end soon. They will only make a sound or move when they feel the need to be done. Usually they are a gathering of intelligent and accomplished students.

Joy was among the front row disciples. From then on the guy just opened and locked his phone screen. Then, tap on the table using his fingers.

Fib. A word that explains everything.

Joy was confused about what to do. Want to continue the story on the writing platform, but the mood is not supportive. Joy knows she's been on hiatus for too long. However, for now, it feels not the right time to be active again in the world of authorship. Yes, maybe he will occasionally write if you want to and in time just relax.

“Oiii, this place is still empty, right?” A knock from the side resuscitated Joy from daydreams.

The teenager looked. He found a male student with multiple bruises on his face. Worst of all, the wound on the corner of his lips that was still bleeding.

Rather than serving the student's question, Joy looks more at her appearance in detail. Joy guess that guy's fighting.

While the boy's student was waiting for a response from Joy. But never got a response, immediately took a place on the empty bench. “OK, I sit here,” he said then do not want to be denied.

Joy knitted her brows in confusion. Although the bench was empty and Joy did not bother the guy to sit there, but it felt strange when the guy was already sitting there before being invited.

The guy took off his flattened backpack like there was no stationery inside. Then he got up from his seat and left. However, her footsteps were blocked by Joy's voice.

“Loh, where are you going? Not just come. You're late, huh?” attack Joy with questions.

The guy looked expressionless. He intimidated Joy through the gaze. The whole second passed and only silence greeted, until finally the man opened his voice.

“What's the same business lo?” One eyebrow the guy Joy didn't know his name was raised as he raised a question. His face is still the same. Flat.

Telak. Joy could only bow her head with her mouth shut. Well, maybe he shouldn't have asked that. Joy realized her question was a little presumptuous for the size at the first meeting.

A rough breath was heard, then followed by the sound of the clattering of shoes slowly drifting away. And back to silence.

But that didn't last long. At first glance Joy heard whispers around. I don't know what they're talking about. The point is, not far from that weird guy. Came uninvited, went home without saying goodbye.

“Tadi, it's not Arga, huh?”

“Arga? Who, anyway?”

“Loh, you don't know? He's a senior who lives in class. It should be 11th grade this year, anyway. He said he's a bad boy, likes brawls, truancy too. Toxic is it.”

“Ihhh, how come I'm suddenly so horrified, yeah. One class equals her.”

Joy frowned. The faint conversation of two people on the bench opposite him went into his eardrum. For some reason, the topic caught his attention a little to find out more about Arga, that strange guy.

Said the two female disciples beside him, Arga naughty. Arga.

Joy believes there is a reason and a reason behind it all. As the saying goes, a fire will not burn if it is not splashed with gasoline.

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