Melancholic Introvert
Chapter 2: The Bet

“Gladish, Gladish.” There was a faint sound of a firm voice in the style of the fathers, which repeatedly woke me up. But my eyes refused to open and my body refused to move from my arms lying on my classroom table. “GLADIIIIIIIISSSH!!!!” Shouted that voice again - this time louder. I was surprised by the scream, spontaneously I opened my eyes and stood up from the bench I occupied.

I saw the figure of Mr. Burhan, the drooling Physics teacher of the Tunas Bangsa was looking at me sharply, as if he wanted to eat me.

“Why did you fall asleep again at Father's hour? Huh!” His aim while turning his sharp eyes towards me. I was confused this time - wanting to reason again, lately my silat training broke me home late at night.

Last week I reasoned, midnight diarrhea to require me to stay up late, now what are the reasons?

Suddenly the Principal's Mother (School Head) came in with a man.

Hah boys?!

"Kids, I'll have your attention for a minute!" Bu Kepsek.

“Yes Allah, very handsome oath..”.

“God, my womb anget.”

The whispers of two girls sitting next to me.

“That's the new kid that the girls were gossiping about yesterday?” there was a faint sound of a boy sitting at the table behind me. “She's handsome, it turns out to be normal just kok.”

“Iya, canteen also cave.” Whisper them with a tone full of malice.

“That tyrannical face, that doll-like white skin, that thick straight hair and that cold glare of the eyes, is he... Is he?" I screamed in my heart, with my face paled. "That's impossible, right?”

Mr. Burhan, who had been interrogating me earlier, sat back at his desk, honoring the Principal who was in our class. 

“Nak Arga, please introduce yourself, to your friends!” Pinta Kepsek who was standing near the door, next to the guy he greeted Arga. 

“Good Bu.” Reply Arga, with a flat expression. “Include my name Arga, Arga Bima Prasetya. Moving from Jakarta. Nice to meet you guys, thanks.” Arga introduced himself briefly, densely and clearly. Without further ado and ending the introduction. BTW (By The Way) we are currently in the rainy city, Bogor.

Because many girls who kepo, just directly they ask more things.

“Originate which school?”

“Have a girlfriend yet?”

“How many phone numbers?”

“Where is your home address?”

Ask the girls in turn, but Arga ignores, and gives the Principal permission to find a seat.

Many girls throw their friends away to sit next to Arga. But Arga prefers to sit by the window next to Rafi, a bespectacled nerd.

“It's cold, crazy!” Pekik Prisil is sitting next to me. “But no papa, the important thing is he is handsome, yes not Gladish?” He asked, asking for my opinion, nudging my shoulder roughly.

“A... what?” My strangulation that awoke from my daydream.

“He's handsome?”

“Ngak. B aja (regularly)” My answer is flat, while stealing a glance towards Arga who sits in the second row, right in front of me. “May you not bucket huh, Ga?” I scream in my heart.

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The break bell rang, the break hour arrived… 

  Many children pass by, some go to the perpus to read books, some go to the field to exercise, some go to the toilet to throw something, and some go to the toilet, and someone went to the canteen to get a stomach. 

And me? 

Me and Prisil are heading to the cafeteria.

“Wah great Elo Dhis, Elo is not at all interested in Arga.” Prisil raised two thumbs at me. “Is this because of the lure of the canteen ration a week from the cave huh?” Allegedly Prisil, while narrowing his eyes towards me.

I responded with a cynical smile. “I'm not feeling well Sil, I went to the Toilet first yah.” 

“Hai, don't want to be won?!” Tawar Prisil's.

“No need, thanks yah.” Refuse me smooth.

I immediately ran to the toilet. Arriving at the toilet, I entered one of the rooms in the toilet. I locked the toilet door too tightly.

Suddenly my tears, which I had been holding, spilled on my cheeks, I cried all over the toilet.

#Flashback

Two years ago at SMP Pelita Harapan, there were hordes of boys gathered on the field playing Basketball.

On the edge of the field looks full of female spectators are cheering and glorifying the name Arga.

“Iya.” I answered briefly, looking at the beautiful creatures created by God who was busy wiping his sweat. With a basketball shirt that shows muscular arms with stripes around it - shaped because of exercise, it looks very sexy.

“She's handsome anyway.” Connect Nadia. My friend too, who had a thin, towering posture - now sat to my left.

“Banget!” Connect Reva again. 

“Common girls like us can't get her.” Added Nadia. With a low tone considering our posture is below average to say like a pretty girl. The fat Reva, Nadia's flat body, and my body with a slightly bent posture (which is currently my sitting position, in a straddle position).

“Who said?” Refute me, “I can!”

“Yakin?” Peeking Nadia and Reva together, in disbelief. Frowning them.

“Bare a bet?” Bargain me, smiling knots.

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After school.

I, Nadia and Reva made a pact to wait for a famous handsome man, but not friendly throughout Pelita Harapan Junior High School.

“Dhis, Dhis!” Call Reva, while tugging at the tip of my white uniform. The three of us are currently waiting for the figure of Arga in front of the fence outside the School.

“Aaan anyway?” I screamed, shaking his busy hand and tugging at the tip of my white uniform.

“Lu sure Dhis, want to shoot Arga?” Ask, convince. 

“Yaiyalah, you did not forget the same bet we?” Reply relax.

“Yaelah Dhis, you because of the money One Million just want to destroy your self-esteem like gini?!” Sindir Nadia, narrowing her eyes. “Indeed you have a funny character, but I still can't believe that you are the Gladish I know.”

You must be wondering, why the famous Gladish with a big house and a medium-to-high economy is willing to destroy his pride for money that is worth a little, that is one million only - certainly five hundred from Nadia and another five hundred from Reva.

A million?

One million is enough to get me out of the house. 

Well, right now my Mom and Dad are on the verge of divorce, and just today my mom and dad are attending their divorce hearing in court.

“Eh Dhis Arga out!!” Excited Reva. saw Arga coming out of the school gate.

“Mana-where?!” Sahut Nadia.”

Mmp*s cave, mamp*s?!

 The cave itself was not sure whether to shoot Arga or not, the cave was slowly rewinded my steps - wanting to escape.

“Eits~" Reva, who had a big hand, managed to catch my left wrist. “Dhis, you didn't forget our bet, did you?”

Nadia was holding my right wrist. “Come on, Baby! One jetty awaits.” His whisperings, with the lure of money-seemed to lower my pride with money.

“You're bad, crazy. Not that you guys were blocking me well, why now.” I answered in panic, with a body that was shaking cold sweat.

 Arga's steps are getting closer towards us.

My body is getting hotter and colder. “Reva, Nadia, take the cave, please!” I screamed, pleading. My body is also getting shaky.

Arga's step was only a few steps away, heading towards us. 

My face is getting pale too.

And

“Bruuuuukkkk!!!”

They instead let me go to run back, but they pushed me forward. Our position is like a hug…

OH!!!

Mamp*s cave!!!

Swear of the cave!!!

“Aduh~” Strangle me, pain. I turned my head upward and found Arga's face…

Eh?

Ke... Why are his eyes reddened?

To be continued…