Mission to Save the Heart
10. Saving Zeev From Guyuran Soda Happy
LATELY, part of my break time, I dedicate to the inner garden bench that always seems lonely. One of the reasons is because I was avoiding the canteen that had turned into a Zeevers farm that never again felt pleasant, considering the look of the eyes full of vengeance I still often get when I am around them. Not even infrequently some high-brained Zeevers also sneered at me blatantly.
However, this park bench is also not just a place where I look for a speck of tranquility, given the main reason I try to be consistent in this place is to save Zeev from the soda liquid that will fall on his head. Dear. My memory is not so sharp that I have little information that Zeev will be flushed with soda at rest without knowing the exact date, day, and minute when the event occurred, makes me have to stay alert on this park bench until that time is passed.
“Nih, batagor same tea pesenan box lo!” viona said while carrying two boxes of cold sweaty tea and two boxes of warm batagor coated with styrofoam. “Sampe when the hell, I have to be a slave lo?” whining, considering that Viona had to buy me this and that and bring it to the park so that I could eat comfortably without giving her a penny of road fare.
“Sampe Zeevers no sensi and gosipin me again.” I chimed as carefully as possible while taking my bog, opening and stirring batagor with full affection.
“They will not stop gosipin lo, Lunar. What's more if later they know it turns out you joined Sispala after they have clearly made it far from Zeev. Even I will not be surprised anymore, if later I squirm the scene hit-and-collision rich yesterday.” said Viona who sat and warned me.
“Kan, there's elo! You're a karate kid.. So, can I back-up once in a while!” I clearly smiled seductively full of manipulation.
“If your opponent is one two anyway, I am ready to be the front guard! But, this is the problem if you are convinced that your enemy can be all together, Lunar! There I bonyok first before ngabisin quarter!” celus the sentence that broke out from between Viona's lips. “Mending lo cancel, your intention to join Sispala! I don't have superpowers to keep your brain going, Lunar.”
Viona seemed to have started giving up on my unfortunate situation which made it difficult, considering that I had used it for my own sake. Now my conscience is feeling a little guilty for the only friend I have. Is there any other way I can save Zeev without getting Viona involved in my problems?
“Udah, already! Mending now you eat first batagor lo! Yes, I've been stirring!” I shifted the topic to buy time while looking for a way out of my own head.
“But, I'm serious. You know, if there is a motto whose name is enemy friend same with common enemy?” viona's rhetorical question certainly doesn't need me to answer anymore. “And that makes our situation so outnumbered before the war, Nar.”
I was again silenced by Viona's words that contained only the truth, successfully penetrating the pores of the most sensitive emotions in the amygdala. Actually not all my enemies are active Zeevers. It's just that there is a hereditary culture that carries the concept where when touching their friends, it is the same as touching themselves. And so I ended up becoming a mortal enemy by the schoolgirls who half just went along to defend their friends in their circle of friends.
“Lagian motivation lo what the hell, until suddenly pingin join bimbel same Sispala everything?” ask Viona again, making my scalp itch. “If only because pingin deketin Zeev, mending you dengerin my advice to keep away from him. Your efforts will never be worth it for him, Lunar.”
If Viona had looked at me intensely and added my name at the end of each of her words, so it indicates that Viona's logic is talking very seriously at the same time giving a sign that there will be something very crucial if only I force to remain loyal to my current bad situation. Should I give up and let things go as they should, including letting Zeev end his life in the most horrible way?
When I was trying hard to convince my mind and conscience, I threw away Viona's views and preferred to circulate her views in all directions. Suddenly a pair of netraku found a student on the second floor joking with some friends while holding a can of drink. And at the same time I found Zeev and Theo walking straight towards us to cut the road from the canteen to the classroom.
“Lo where are you going? I'm not done talking!” the one I refused to let go.
Now I was right in front of Zeev and Theo, breathing out because I was running around, letting the two young men look at me in wonder.
“Lo why, Nar?” finally Theo questioned my purpose in coming before them with hurried eyes. “Abis chased by zombies?”
“Ngak. Undeterred... I want to talk!” my mouth, my body bent down because it held its severed breath.
“Oke, set your breath first try!” theo's suggestion that I'm obviously doing it right now.
After my lungs were able to supply oxygen normally, I then continued the intro “So, gini.... I want nanya.”
“What's it?” it seems that Theo is more curious than Zeev because the look in his eyes is floundering and looking straight at me.
Well, I have not prepared the object for what I will say as an alibi, making this little brain for a moment to think and consider what topics make the most sense for me to present.
“Oy! Who's been throwing drinks out of the top?” strangling one of the students who had been soaked with chocolate soda, managed to distract me, Zeev, and Theo simultaneously.
“Sorry bang, accidentally!” cry out the familiar doer in my sense of sight.
I did manage to save Zeev from the joyful soda siege that plunged into the top of his head. However, I did not notice if it turned out that there was an upperclassman walking towards the tinsel drop point so this time it had to land on the young man's head. If at that time Zeev only forgave the perpetrator easily, then forced to replace his uniform with a sports jersey. However, the elder brother who was the victim at this time did not accept while walking cursing towards the male toilet at the end of the left passageway.