Joy: A Hope's
Chapters 18. Arga Si Sucks

While waiting for the angkot who did not come since a few minutes after the departure of Rani and the foreign man. Joy was sitting at the front of the school. Occasionally stand up and then walk back and forth. His face was filled with anxiety. His stomach was no longer able to compromise. Keep on rocking since. Irreconceited, upset was heard repeatedly from the lips.

Nearly half an hour has passed, and no public transport has passed. Joy was supposed to be home a few minutes ago.

“Where's the angkot, anyway?" grunts again. Joy scratched her non-itchy back nape.

From a distance, precisely at the end of the road right at the school gate, a sedan car drove from there at medium speed. Then, stop right in front of the stop. Joy's attention shifted slightly to the white car. A confused wrinkle was clearly visible on his forehead.

The car's glass slowly opened revealing Aletta and a twenty-year-old young man in the steering wheel.

“Joy!” The girl called to him with a smile.

“Eh, Aletta?” Quite surprised Joy.

“Not home yet, huh? Kirain has come home from earlier.” Aletta nodded showing her neat and white rows of teeth.

So Joy shook her head. His face turned sour again. “The stakes are not coming,” complains Joy a little vent.

Aletta. “Where to go home with?” suddenly stumbled.

Joy looked at him in surprise. Suddenly his eyes widened round. In contrast to Aletta who was directly staring at the young man next to her with the twinkle of her black netra.

“Bby, right, Bang?”

“Hah, i-iya?” The young man who pretended to be busy playing the phone—padahatah since then secretly stole the talk between his sister and the foreign man— raised a cengo face.

“We can go home with Joy, right, Bang?” Aletta repeated her question. The look on the girl's face was really full of hope that the brother would comply with her request.

The young man frowned, pretending to know nothing. “Joy? Joy who?”

“My classmates, Bang.” Aletta says gaunt. He pointed Joy out of the car.

The young man followed Aletta's index finger. A glance at Joy from the top of the head to the end of the shoes worn. “Oh, yes-yes. Can,” he said approving.

Aletta widened her eyes delightedly. He looked at Joy excited. “Come, up!”

Joy racket. “Eh, a-anu... Don't need. I will go home by myself later. Not papa, really. Btw, thanks for the offer,” subtly reject Joy.

It's not that I don't want to ride in that car, it's just that Joy feels awkward. Moreover, he and Aletta were new acquaintances and friends that day.

“Well, that's it, Joy!” Aletta clucked. The girl's face suddenly became gloomy. Lips are a few inches forward.

Joy grimaced somewhat regretfully, but felt the choice was right. The teenager only scratched at the wrong nape as Abang Aletta looked at him with a mischievous smile, before returning to drive her car away from Joy. Leave Joy with silence.

In the car, Alan, the young man glanced to the side. Paying attention to the details of every inch of his sister's face. A ignorant smile that had faded now returned pattered with annoying him.

“Why is that moody kayak? Lo like her?” alan said to be fishing.

Aletta stared back at him cynically, her hands clutching each other's chest. “Kepo really you so a person!” spray not about. The mood got worse.

“Dih, just doang too!” calah Alan's. There's never a word of defeat in Alan's living dictionary if he's in debate mode with Aletta.

This time, Aletta was not interested in arguing with her sister.

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An hour waiting for not a single angkot to pass. There was no other choice, Joy was finally on foot. It had been half an hour that the man had walked down the seemingly endless highway. Not only the feet are getting tired, sweat was pouring down the face. The sky was hot when it was late afternoon.

Again, the crack was thrown from the teenager. For the whole time grumbling.

“School risk away from home,” murmured to yourself. I think Joy wants to wail.

From a distance, Joy's eyeballs catch a sight that invites her thirst. Roadside cold drink sellers are being swarmed by children.

Joy gulped as a group of children walked towards her with each cup of ice pop in her hand. Sometimes he drinks with a straw.

Joy seduced. It was in his mind to spend the savings in his wallet. “No. I can't be wasteful. There are still many needs that are more important than the 5 thousand drink it.” Joy shook her head hard. Throwing away what you just thought. Although, several times Joy looked back when she managed to pass the place of sale.

“Oi, why walk alone like crazy?” Either the wind blows from where, suddenly a voice came from the side.

Joy jumped in shock and turned her head to the side. A man and his motorbike are the first sights Joy drives.

“Eh, you? K-kok can be here?” Of course Joy was shocked. He did not expect to meet the man on the street.

Arga takes a look. “Lo think this road has ancestors lo, continue I have permission first can only pass here?” pouty Arga with his spicy lips.

Joy was grinning, the atmosphere was a little awkward. I don't know why he felt stuck there. Want to leave and step away it feels very heavy.

“Good!” said Arga then enough circus in Joy's ear.

The man turned the engine back on and prepared to leave. When there was no response from Joy, Arga glanced at her annoyed and clucked. “Lo budeg what is it, anyway? I'm not talking, huh?”

“A-what?” Joy squeaks weakly. He who did not understand the situation scratched his back nape.

Arga growled stifled. “Good, moron!” He looked at Joy.

“Eh, i-iya ...” Joy obeyed Arga's orders. He got on that guy's bike.

Joy herself was confused as to why it ended like this. Joy never asked to take Arga's motorcycle, but it was the guy who forced her to go with him. Plus Arga's scary face when the wrath made Joy's guts squeak.

“Home where?” The previous moment of their journey was only filled with the sound of the roar of a motor that collided with the direction of the wind. Arga opened the topic first.

“Hah? What?” joy did not hear clearly what Arga said. It is a bad habit to ride a motorcycle. He suddenly becomes deaf when someone asks him to talk.

Joy moved her head a little, so Arga might repeat the question. While Arga clucked after sighing violently.

“Where are you at?!” Arga raised his tone a little higher to the point that his neck veins protruded.

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