Like a Former Nail
Episodes 8.1
“It's been a long time coming, Brother?”
“No. Just five minutes.” Kharisma slightly glanced at the watch on her left wrist. “Where are you two from?” he continued, turning his head slightly towards Koning who seemed unhappy with his presence.
“Do NOT KEPO, deh!” chirping Koning with a look of annoyance.
Gebri slightly hit Koning's small arm before replying. “We just printed and photocopied the task, Kak.”
“And after this we want to study together. Another week ‘kan UTS,” timpal Koning still with the same tone, still sounding a big tone.
“But we learned it after we went to Gramedia kok, Kak,” said Gebri quickly, afraid that the man felt bad.
Indeed, several times Kharisma always took him to the bookstore on Sudirman Street, and several times also Gebri tried to refuse. But yesterday afternoon, when Kharisma again sent a chat on Line and invited to accompany him to Gramedia, he could no longer refuse. Too often and eventually Gebri was forced to agree, of course with a lot of consideration.
“If it can't—”
“He can't!” sahut Koning cuts off Kharisma talks.
The narrow-eyed man tried not to heed, lazy to face the mood of his cousin's sister who may be in PMS. He always looks like that, very annoying when the moon is coming. Like a lioness who gets angry when her partner is glimpsed by other females. Looks fierce. Ready pounced. Ready to fight.
“If you can't, it's okay for Geb.”
“Can do, Brother. I'd like to buy one, too.”
“Seriousness? I feel—”
“It's okay, Brother. I ‘kan already promised.”
Kharisma cheers a smile. “OK. Want to leave now?”
Gebri nodded briefly, before saying, “But I went inside first huh, sister. Want to grab a jacket and bag.”
“Go home safely!!!” press Koning with a sharp gaze, then let his arm be pulled Gebri to enter the innards, leaving the figure of Kharisma who still did not heed his existence.
About two minutes later, Gebri was in front of Kharisma with a jeans jacket and black satchel bag model bag. During the trip to Gramedia, Kharisma did not stop talking to him. Many things are discussed especially about the glasses toothed girl who is inhabiting the room number nine in Wisma Bestari. Maybe now Koning– who is watching the latest Korean drama in the room–sed coughing.
After traveling nearly thirty minutes along the Kilometer Kaliurang, enter the path of Unity and road C. Simanjuntak, and finally they arrived at a building with the Gramedia logo located on Sudirman street right at the intersection of four red lights. That night the parking area was not too full, a lot of empty space. Naturally, now is not a holiday. Not many visitors came to this location.
Gebri just bought a binder book along with its contents. Kharisma has two business-themed books. Actually Gebri wanted to go straight home after from this bookstore, but Kharisma forced him to eat first, and without being able to refuse, this is where Gebri and Kharisma are located, in a romantic cafe with a slightly dim light.
“What do you want to order, Geb?”
“I just follow, Brother.”
Gebri's hand thrust back the menu given Kharisma, not intending to see. He really did not know what good food was here, and in fact he felt uncomfortable with the atmosphere of this cafe, he said, which he thinks is very unsuitable for two opposite sexes who have nothing to do with them. Most guests at the cafe which is exactly located next to Mirota campus are a young couple who look kasmaran, who are not shy to do skinship.
A woman dressed in red approached their table, only to take a note of the order which then left Gebri in a daze and Kharisma who suddenly felt awkward with a grain of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. The man's heart rate was beating quickly, like he was in a race with someone. Maybe if the atmosphere in the place is very quiet, Gebri and other visitors can certainly listen to it, so tight.
“You sick, Brother?”
“Ti-no Geb.”
“If it does hurt, we should just go home.”
“Actually I'm just—”
“Sorry, order on behalf of Kharisma,” said the girl dressed in all red earlier while putting some plates of their order on the table.
Without Gebri noticing, Kharisma slightly let out a long sigh. Feeling relieved.
“So it was Brother why?” gebri asked after the waiter left.
“We eat first. I'm a little hungry,” chirped Kharisma with a slight shift of the rice bowl closer towards Gebri.
They eat in silence, busy with their own thoughts, regardless of whether the food in this place fits on their tongues or not. They seem to look at each other. The atmosphere of stiffness becomes more and more so when the food on the table is gone. Nothing else can be used as a diversion. Gebri was so uncomfortable. But he was also confused as to what to talk about. Usually it is Kharismalah who take the initiative of the topic of their chat materials.
“Actually I'm taking you away tonight because I want to say something.” Kharisma slightly took a deep breath, then looked at Gebri's face. So sticky. “I've liked you since I saw you in the faculty cafeteria. It might be said that I love at first sight.”
Gebri's mouth shut, noiseless. His body was suddenly glued to the spot. During his twenty years, he never once had a declaration of love like this, even when he was with Rion, the status between them was unclear. The story between them just flows. Wordless. Without noise. Without statement. And now he's getting nervous.
“I know you must be surprised. But I really want to express my feelings,” continued Kharisma who now courageously holds Gebri's hand on the table.
“But I—”
“And about your past, you don't have to worry. I'm not fighting it. My grandmother once said, as bad or as dark as any past we have experienced, that the future remains sacred and will always be good,” said Kharisma again with a little stroking the back of Gebri's hand with his index finger.
Ah, those words sounded familiar in his ears. Someone had said it before with almost the same word. Ah, he remembered now, the shaggy and glasses-toothed girl, the cousin of the man. Koning said it.
“But Brother, I—“
“You don't need to answer it now. Right now I just want you to know and I hope you don't feel burdened by my confession.” Kharisma quickly cut him off when he realized that Gebri's facial features were different from a few minutes ago, looking reluctant to decorate his face. He did not want to be rejected tonight, at least before the PDKT effort he did the maximum. There is still plenty of time for them to get to know each other. There is still plenty of time to change the feeling of the thick-browed and bangs girl. “You are home now or is there a place you want to visit?” Kharisma tried to divert the conversation.
“We'll just go home, brother. Poor Koning alone.”
“Oke,” nods Kharisma as he rises from his seat followed by Gebri, then moves closer to the cashier, pays for their dinner and picks up a pouch containing food for Koning, who is, before riding the ninja motorbike parked beside the building and back across the road along the Kaliurang with various turmoil.
Tonight bears witness that something has changed a little in their hearts, especially Kharisma who has established her heart to have Gebri's heart.
^_^
Asep slightly looked towards the back of Rion, looking towards the stairs that the eagle-eyed man had just passed. Already several times he did not find the beautiful girl who always followed Rion. Lisa likes to take drugs wherever Rion goes. Lisa now seems to rarely come with them hanging out, or doing college tasks together. Where is this virgin? What happened between them? Benak Asep kept wondering.
“Lisa to where, Yon?”
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