Love Me, Please
33. Don't Be Ugly

The sun is still trying to crawl to the top, but the heat is no help. Burn yourself and make the water content in the body evaporate. Then, as if disinclined by the majesty of the sun, the breeze blows in shame, creating a sense of coolness in the sweaty skin.

Although already sheltered under enough umbrella patio to accommodate four chairs, still nothing can beat the power of a large fireball tens of thousands of degrees Fahrenheit.

And I like it.

I like being under the lights. Feel every pore being stung by light. I like being in the free room, free. There are no walls that bind the soul, which make the airway unsustainable.

And I really need the spaciousness now, hoping that the brain will also be as old as it wants and able to absorb the information that is on the papers in the hand.

Why should I study calculus, anyway? Which parts of life require implementation of these subjects?

I was immersed in a sea of numbers. Too busy scanning the numbers in the pagina makes a little jolt when you hear the sound of something falling not far from me. All of a sudden I turned my attention to the source of the indistinct sound just now.

The sight I found was no less surprising. On the left stood an honest figure who had only first appeared after nearly five years of our friendship. A dense beach bag has also been stooped at the end of the chair.

He then dragged his feet like there was a heavy burden holding back. The piama used is wrinkled. The curly hair is curled haphazardly over the head, the shape is more like a bird's nest than a regular bun. Even the traces of makeup yesterday still coloring—or arguably tarnish— exotic face.

I bet behind the Gucci Round Cat Eye glasses that this guy wears is hidden raccoon eyes caused by eyeliner spilling everywhere.

The zombies in the Walking Dead series alone were still nicer and more excited compared to the ones now curled up on the sunlounger to my left.

"Healthy lo?" I was a little worried. How not? It was very disturbing to see Marina the fashion queen come out of her house with such a fickle look.

Zombi Marina muttered something indistinct, poked her head with her hands, then went back to sleep.

Half-heartedly astonished to see his manner, the remaining half was happy because I knew when else I could take the portrait of a slick and gaping Marina.

Right after I put the phone back on the table, there was the sound of light footsteps approaching. My vision moved back.

"Pool time!" paulina semringah. In his hand was a tray filled with glasses and a teapot was dewy full of lemon squash.

Isobel tailed behind him while carrying a plate placed on the table between us. "Hi, Nikita," he said as he took his place in the seat to my right.

"Hi, Is." I nodded towards Marina. "Why, huh?"

He replied by nodding his head towards Paulina.

I looked at my designated friend.

"So gini, Nik." Paulina grinned. His eyes flashed mischievously. He then leaned forward so that his lips were not far from Marina's ears. "This Marina wants to share her happiness with us. Yesterday, he had fun in Heaven. No more rhyming, hm?"

The Zombie was aghast at Paulina's voice and groaned. "Apaan, hell, Pauliiin," whined Marina with drowsiness that enveloped the vocal cords. He opened his glasses and rubbed his sense of sight. Eventually he whined again. "Gue's sorry, yes, Neeeng. Is your time still fine?"

Paulina the Most Sensitive and Heart Sore. "Bodo. I don't care! It's obvious you've left us."

"But, yes, there is no need to also take me early in the morning to come here if you want to hear the story doang, right?" Marina is still trying to protest.

"Bodo very!" Paulina insisted.

"It's right, deh. I want to sleep again. So sleepy. Just slept two hours have been built again with Mak Lampir."

"Eh, don't sleep anymore! The story!" Paulina rocked Marina's body. He looked at me lately. "Niiiik, help, dong! You're not upset what left this Cheater?"

I decided to give up first. Although I knew that there was no point in arguing with Paulin, there was no other choice. And, no doubt, I was also really curious about the story about his experience last night, must have been really exciting, I did not have the heart to see the situation of Marina who was really dying. "God, Paulina. Let Marina sleep. Poor thing."

"Who? How are you?" Pauline attacked me. "Anged too, dong!"

That answer made him quiet. "Yes too, anyway." Paulina grimaces. "Eh, but, just stay. This Culas is not loyal, man."

I breathed a sigh of resignation, for Paulina's whimper would not be finished until her heart's intent was reached. "Know, ah, I. Take care of both. But, if you want to fight, don't be here. I'm learning again, nih," I said as I lifted and waved the notebook from Beck.

Paulina flinched. He's dumbfounded. "Eh, you what?" tanyanya asked for confirmation

Marina who had been leaning on the recliner was now sitting down, not lazy again. "What did you say?"

Why is their reaction so bad, anyway? I looked at Isobel who was similarly surprised. Both of his thin eyebrows had already risen to his forehead.

"What the fuck, anyway? How are you surprised to hear that I'm studying? So lazy, huh, me?" I turned my eyeballs and opened the last page I read.

Uh, where did I get to, huh? This one? Hm, I guess not, deh. What is this? I don't think so. So, which one? I don't remember one?

Goddamnit!

I closed the book with a rascal. Crap on yourself and annoyed at these girls. I could feel the probing gazes of those who were not detached. Slipping to the right and to the left, I gave a sign that I knew what they were doing. "What?" I folded my hands in front of my chest.

"E-nothing," denied Isobel quickly with a raised hand. "Good, dong, if you learn. Right, guys?"

I turned to Marina and Paulina, one eyebrow raised high waiting for their own statement.

Both of them immediately forgot the feud that had occurred and changed back into harmony. "Yes, yes," ringis Paulina who is now tearing her ass next to the girl she was addressing shortly before.

"That's great, Girl," added Marina. "Sorry if for a split second we are shocked to hear your confession. Necessarily, right? It's Sunday, the weather's perfect for the beach. Usually you do not want to run along the streets of Rockefeller, we are sure to outing. Unexpectedly you even mengedekam at home alone."

Well, honestly, she's not wrong.

Paulina nodded in agreement.

"Where's kayden?" sela Isobel's.

I looked at him for a moment. "Today she's sending her mom shopping."

"Oooh, okay," he said again. Kalakian he cleared his throat.

"So, what is it that makes you insaf weekend gini? The extra tutoring schedule is also usually a school day, right?"

I asked Marina that question.

"Ah, I know!" paulina flicked her finger. "Surely because Kayden is busy, right? That's why you join and don't know what else to do." He and Marina then went five ria.

I groan. "Please, man! Every aspect of my life depends on him, right?"

"Hello, Neng! You are unconscious? Your life is like this, no." Marina squinted her hands like two snakes twisting each other. "If Kayden's math is the same as Nikita's. Nikita's the same as Kayden. Where there's Nikita, there's always Kayden. That way. Yep, that's right."

The two of them were stunned and re-clapped each other, obviously to provoke my reaction.

And, of course they succeeded. "Don't like it, ah!" reject me while throwing a red wine that Isobel had brought earlier.

Strange thoughts began to flash in his mind. Deep, deep inside, I know what they're saying is true. It's just, self doesn't want to think about that right now. Especially in front of them.

To be continued ....