Melancholic Introvert
Chapter 6: Changing the style of ciwik-ciwik

#Author Pov

While in the car, Aunt Lia was busy driving her car....

While Arga was busy with his own thoughts.he recalled the moment when Gladish tried to invite him to chat in the living room, Galdish who smiled kindly to him, Gladish who was holding his shoulder, and who was holding his shoulder, Gladish who sits in a straddle position and shows the appearance of a white lace interior behind the green trousers of torn flowers.

“Bwahahahaaaa~” The sound of Arga's laughter just came off, in the middle of the silence of the night.

“Arga!” Tegur Aunt Lia. “You laughing?” Aunt Lia glanced at the traffic light that still looked red, and immediately picked up her phone, quickly pressing the camera menu and…

“Cekreeekkkk!!!” The sound of shooting sounds, accompanied by a Blitz light from the direction of the Android phone Aunt Lia.

“Munda.” Pekik Arga, shocked.

“Former rare moment right, you smile like this.” Obviously Aunt Lia, while running her car back-as soon as she saw the green traffic light. “Last time Mommy saw your smile, it's been a long time, if not wrong, before Mommy divorced Dad.”

Arga turned his brain back, remembering when Gladish declared his love for him.

Had the girl not prevented him from going to court, he might have had time to prevent his Father and Mother from getting a divorce, and had the girl not expressed love for him, maybe at this time his parents can still get along and get together.

That's what's on Arga's mind right now. The mind of a 16-year-old child who is still unstable, and likes to find out who is wrong for the failures that occur in his life. Often he also often blames himself, because he cannot be honest.

“Arga do you like Gladish?” Aunt Lia asked, breaking the silence of their night again.

“A... What?” Arga's cry was shocked, Aunt Lia's question successfully broke her daydream.

“Bunda did not expect, the school you choose to attend, is the same school as her daughter Candidate Mother.”

“It was just a coincidence.” Reply Arga briefly, so that the atmosphere immediately calms down.

“Not that we are both from Jakarta, continue to hear Mother, time in Jakarta, she is School in the same Junior High as you.”

But Arga did not answer, he immediately turned his body towards the car window. His body is designed not to answer things, which makes things more complicated.

“Continue tonight for the first time, Mother saw your very sweet laugh.” Aunty Lia continued with teary eyes, She was so missed by the smile of her son that she had rarely even seen again. “And tonight, when we had dinner together. You said there was a girl you liked? Who is this girl, son? Is he Gladish?” Ask Aunt Lia again in a friendly tone, trying to invite Arga to tell a story.

“Whatever it is, which is definitely not Gladish.” Arga replied coldly, squeezing the Seatbelt (car safety belt) which was currently coiled tightly around his chest. He turned his face back towards the car window, looking at the glare of the street lights with glazed glare.

#Author Pov

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Morning, at school.

Along the way in the school corridor…

I walked full of confidence, with my chin raised high, my hair neatly combed, and thin, thin, walk gracefully like a pretty ciwik-ciwik (even I learned on Youtube tutorial walk gracefully).

Almost all of the male students I knew, were now looking at me, amazed…

“That's Gladish yeah?” Ask a guy.

“Tumben neat.” Answer his friend again.

“Sweet Also if neat gini.”

The whispers of those that I managed to hear, I could not hide my fluffy smile, when I heard their praise.

“Nah gini dong elegant ” Sounded praise the voice of guys, from other directions. Which again makes me feel sad.

“Normally crushed like a Monkey. Hahahahaa!” His friend again.

"Haha... Else, more precisely like B*bi." Added the guy who just praised me with the word ELEGAN.

Huuuhhh.. Asyeeeemmmmm!!!

Usually, if the cave hears gossip or ridicule from others, just play baku bantam…

Patience Dhis, patience!

Elo it's a girl, Elo it must be elegant.

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#Flashback

“Who does Arga like? Who does Arga like?” Ngigauku all night.

I even dreamt of breaking Arga's wedding party, thwarting her kabul's hijab, plowing her hair, to the point of ripping off her bride's dress.

“Who Does Arga Like? Who does Arga like??” My friend is upset, in my mind.

And it still continues…

“KRRRRRRRRIIIIINNGGGGG... KRRIIIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG... KRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!!!” The sound of my alarm clock was tight, realizing that all my frontalism was just a mirage, aka a sleeping flower.

I immediately turned off my alarm clock.

Clean bath, shampooing 2x, brushing teeth 2x soaps many times…

Well honestly, I usually just take a duck bath anyway.

I threw away the yellowed white clothes (pour them in the laundry basket), I took out a new stock of uniforms, which I should have worn when I got to the Third Class.

But no papa, you don't know either.

I also did not forget to comb my hair many times…

Uhhh.. My face looks the item again, but there is no powder.

My lips are purplish brown, dry anyway, and there are no lip blushes anymore…

I immediately shuffled, entered my Bokap room which was on the lower floor, fortunately the person was busy in the bathroom.

The plan was I just wanted to ask for powder, but when I opened the glass cupboard…

Subahallah, Mashayah Allah!!!

There are talcum powder, Lip tint, perfume, hair dryer.The most amazing thing is, there are various masks, serums and creams of facial treatments that will make the face Glowing.

I see the wall clock still shows at 06.00 I think it is enough to use all this, of course, using the help of Mbah Youtube.

#Flashback End's

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At recess, in the school cafeteria…

As usual, I ordered two bowls of meatballs, but my stomach seemed to grow, I gave one of my favorite bowls of meatballs to Rebecca. Think of it as a thank you gift for Nagasaki's Atomic Boom on the toilet the other day.

I was also preparing to sit down devouring a bowl of meatballs, was about to sit with my most comfortable position is straddle, just look around me too crowded, I decided to sit gracefully ala-ala ciwik.

My usual way of eating is tasting and loud, now I try to chew it slowly.

“Glaaddddddiiiissssshhh.” Prisil cried, while pushing my shoulder from behind, as usual He always came with excitement. “Gladish... During the lesson I always pay attention to you.. I think only my imagination... but...” He also directly looked up my face, upwards.

“Masya Allah, Subahallah, It turns out that you have actually been converted to Nak?!” Praise Prisil in his Awkward style, while resting his body on the seat next to mine.

“Apaan sag Pencil.” My hiss, while putting one of my meatballs' pentols, towards his mouth.

“Gladish or widow..” God, while bringing her body closer to me. “It looks like you again Fall Cintrong???”

“Fall in love? Huuufftt” I also took a deep breath. “Fall that love, only for the weak!” My mutter imitates the words of a movie quote titled Dilan. “...and now, I am weak.” I continued with a weak tone. While taking another meatball pentol, and putting it in my mouth.

“Fall in love with Arga right?”

“Uhuuukk, uhuuuukkk Suddenly the meatball pentol in my mouth was swallowed round and round.

B* Lu Sil !!

Immediately I took a bottle of mineral water nearby, and sipped as much water as possible. While patting my painful chest.

“Bwahahahahahaaa... Niko was the same story Gua, if you yesterday want to kiss Arga in UKS yes?!” Prisil exclaimed, while playing his eyes towards me.

B*ngke is Niko!!!

Bocoooor bucket!!!

Have you told anyone about yesterday's incident? Careful if you meet me?!!

No power Cave held back emotions, to the extent that the fork and spoon of the canteen I now hold, was already bent.

Prisil approached again, and whispered something back towards the Cave. “Dhis... inget our bet... so slave the Cave for a week!!!” Whisper Prisil, while stroking the collar of the cave shirt, as if tidying up.

“So Elu, want Cave to be a slave Elu?” Tanya Gua with a tone full of emphasis, while glaring at the eyes of the Cave, and bend both eyebrows Cave-pairs the face of SESANGAR perhaps towards Prisil “.... For a week?”

“I... I.. Iyaa...” Reply Prisil nervously, “I.... that's right... i... contents ta.... ta...... ta....... the bet?” Continue, with a frightened expression. Considering I was the child of Pencak Silat in the red, who often sent in national level tournaments.

I immediately showed the finished spoon and fork I bent towards Prisil. “Yakin Sil?” I asked again, dropping one by one the fork and the spoon toward the ground.

“Ng... ng... kok no Gladish, da... daku jokingly.... hehehe...” Nyengir Prisil with eyes that almost cry.

#To Be Continued