Mr. Bully
Lovesick Girl - Blackpink

At seven pm Varo was busy pacing around looking for his black denim jacket that disappeared somewhere, when only he washed four days ago but did not see his favorite jacket hanging on the clothesline. Trouble finding Varo among piles of clothes, bookshelves, dish shelves, shoe shelves, and just met his jacket cool hanging out with a rag-cloth kitchen kosan.

“Bigger! Who would dare to put my cool jacket here?” varo shouted furiously.

Crocodile boarding residents sometimes like to carelessly put people's goods. Jackets moved into a washcloth, washcloth so wipe face, shoes worn odd cabinet, even last week the printer Tigor used as a wedge bathroom door. So insolent.

“Oh it's your jacket, I think make a stoves” reply Bara kalem, a four-semester guy with a thick body who is busy applying a mask to his face accompanied by Ray playing PS in the living room. Not seen in the face Bara feeling guilty hearing the long swearing of Varo from the kitchen. “Sorry runs out similar to doormat.”

Varo snorted pretending not to hear, he entered Bima's room and was surprised to see the guy was neat in a dark brown suit. “What the hell are you? You want to marry someone?”

Bima then threw a sharp shot. “Yee... haphazardly you, this suit derived from my bokap since the 80s, ever used to welcome the president came to RT my bokap home first. Cool right?”

“Iye cool, but until there you will be thought to want to marry people” replied Varo not interested, even though the suit is a hereditary legacy from the times of majapahit kingdom.

“Yes how, my nice shirt is just this.”

Varo's forehead shriveled to notice Bima's always dapper dressing sense, complete with slippery hair as it finished soaking in the pomade pool. But instead of looking cool, Bima is just like an om-om who is again trying to offer bodong investment to minors.

Bima is indeed the worst for fashion style affairs, according to him as long as comfortable is not a problem. The problem is of course his friends, because Bima fashion likes not to see the condition. To the birthday event wear black clothes from top to bottom, fitting in the event layatan wear red shirts. Even he once wore a red shirt with green pants, he said he wanted to imitate Korean idol clothing, but the fall of a watermelon kayak from North Korea.

Screaming, make eye pain.

“Gue if you wear clothes will not fit, my belly fat can not be caged” explained Bima patting her distended stomach.

Varo thought for a moment and went out and without permission took the short cargo pants from the closet, not caring about the man's scream swearing anyone wearing his pants would be whistled. Varo then pulled a plain t-shirt from Bima's closet. “Use this aja”

“But ntar is not cool”

“Lu cool to swear. You're from the side of Sebastian Stan”

“If from front?”

“Cobau” oil

“Damn lu!”

Varo's face grimaced as Bima's big hand punched her back hard until a small sound rang out, possibly breaking her spine.

“Buruan”

“Iye.iye kirewet” replied Bima Ketus gave the code to Varo.

“What else?”

“Exit, would you like to see me nude? Uh but no papa anyway, I like to show off **** I'm everywhere. Proud to have *****.”

Varo glared in a dick, immediately stepping out back to join Bara and Ray in the living room.

“Sobat see, after fifteen minutes of wearing mask” said Bara somewhat muttered, slowly his hands rose to remove the mask on the face and smiled towards his two friends.

“Wow” murmured Varo slowly pretended to be surprised. “Big bad luck.”

“Backed!” as Bara directly without brakes, he was diligent in advance care after last week declared himself to compete with Iko to get Febi, a second semester child who had just joined the campus nature lovers club.

“Aduh, dizzy head I” said Ray took off the PS stick and leaned on the sofa. “Gue lately so often quickly dizzy, like my eyes began to minus and have to wear glasses” confide in him while kneeling the temple.

Varo threw a serious look. “Oh that's mah not minus. Temen I have the same symptoms as you, suddenly dizzy when not ngapain”

Ray looked interested. “Oh yes? What pain does your friend have?”

“Miskin...symptoms of poverty one of them is often dizzy” replied Varo kalem make Bara laugh ngak.

Ray sneered. “Damn lu. Uh but could anyway, I happen to be a bokek, pinjem money dong.”

The faces of Varo and Bima simultaneously turned in other directions making Ray sneer softly. “Kok you both are that anyway? Do not make money as a limit in our friendship” said Ray sweet-ass.

“Gue really wants our friendship to have limits. If necessary I want an alarm that sounds every time you cross the specified distance. I want our relationship to be like North Korea which is always restricted” replied Varo cuek.

Ray snorted and kicked his two friends and stepped into the kitchen.

“Varo where are you going?” Tigor appeared in a bright color out of the room with toiletries, from the look of his face he looked just waking up.

“Ngapel”

“Pacar?”

“No, lecturer” geleng Varo. Tigor laughed and disappeared into the bathroom, shouting loudly because Ray was flapping his legs until the man fell rolling into the bathroom.

“Sorry brother, I think the members of the avengers entered the kitchen” Ray's laughter boomed loudly while Tigor was busy murmuring from inside the bathroom, he said, his body as big as a hulk so as to be used as a tool to practice taekwondo by boarding children.

 “Cant me?” bima asked when he came out of the room, his hands rose to form a pose showing off muscles with plain black shirts and pants belonging to Bara, not forgetting his hair drizzle instead of playing like a new bath of cooking oil.

“Lu kayak parlente fathers who want to nawar loan” comments Varo greeted loud laughter Bara and after that both go from there.

...*****...

“Yo wassup wassup, welcome to heaven my friend. Very handsome you crazy” welcome Aditya pretentious towards Bima.

Aditya is a friend of Angga who works as a DJ at the club there, looks cute but looks untied with earrings in the ear and tattoos all over the body. Varo can only grin wide directly sitting next to Agung, they were only thirty minutes late but the topic of chatter has soared far, it seems he was talking about the row of beautiful girls at the opposite table.

“Which girl?” ask Varo to Angga.

Angga's lips forward pointed to one of the short-haired girls with glasses and a cigarette in hand chatting with her friends. Occasionally he glanced at Varo's desk but it was not clear who his gaze was on.

“This holiday you where?” tanya Angga thrusting a glass of alcohol. Varo straightened up and lit a cigarette while shrugging and sitting on the sofa.

“I think I intern”

“In the company bokap lu?”

“Nggak.”

Little smiling goose. “No to New York?”

“No, why?” reply Varo. “Gue busy college and New York far”

“New York far away or your heart away?” the laughter of Angga, the look on his face turned reddish the sign that half of his body was already controlled by alcohol, and that meant there was a possibility that the topic of conversation this time would make Varo feel a little uncomfortable, because Angga tends to talk about something serious while being under the influence of alcohol.

“Tante Kinasih called me yesterday. He confided because you were hard to contact. Until I have to fabricate your mobile story dicopet” Angga story. Varo smokes a cigarette slowly. Angga is a cousin as well as the only person who knows the details of the ins and outs of Varo's life, even to the darkest and weathered side though.

“Punya nyokap tuh guarded.”

Varo's lips smiled bitterly. “Where do I want to take care of the nyokap who took me off first?” His smile clearly showed that the departure of Kinasih a few years ago was still a heavy blow and injury for him.

The voice of the Great made Varo and Angga turn away. Looks like a beautiful girl who has been the target of Agung was standing alone at the bar table.

“Logs wrap the chick tonight.” Agung looks very confident, the influence of alcohol makes him unhesitatingly stand up to the girl. His friends only looked from a distance and then cast envious gazes as Agung winked in the middle of his chatter.

“Varo, teach me to be able to dapetin dong girl. Kan I want also wrapped” sulking Bima suddenly.

Varo's forehead wrinkled confused. “Lu studied with Dimas, he is more good”

“Who am I? who used to come home often bring your girl, not me. Lu more expert in wrap” wrap

“That's it first”

“Past before so bucinnya Arini” said Bima monyong “Come dong for science, you have to wriggle me gini-gini aja. It's a pity this good looks bokap who came down to me was wasted.”

One breath was heard, Varo was the least able to hear Bima whining, he then took off his jacket. “Lu wear this jacket you keep buying drinks and bargaining to the girls in-” said Varo suddenly cut off when his eyes accidentally caught the figure of a girl stepping towards the table that he point at.

Well-favoured.

It was the first word that came to Varo's mind, even though the lights in the room were dimly lit.

Varo's eyes suddenly fixated on the girl's movements, he laughed amusedly when joining his friends. With a black crop top and short jeans, Varo dared to admit the girl was the sexiest girl he had ever seen during his time at the club.

“We're squirming people again is the same right?” sanggol.

Varo did not answer, he grabbed a glass of alcohol but his eyes were still on the girl. There is something in Varo that says that he should get the girl acquainted, somehow.

From the table opposite the place where the girl was standing, one of them whispered to her while pointing at Varo's desk. The girl then turned right towards Varo and a small smile etched sweetly on her lips, making Varo's heartbeat involuntarily beat fast.

“He was smiling towards us, really your jacket is a blessing carrier!” bima even excited himself.

“Which girl?” dimas match also interested, since earlier he was busy lizards with girls at the next table, while his other friends have split up somewhere with their respective acquaintances, except Angga who leaned his head on the sofa sign was drunk.

“That one, who wears black” shirt points to Bima.

Both of them were watching the girl. The way he spoke, smiled, and drank mineral water fascinated them. Varo's body seemed numb, his movements really make Varo can not look away. For a moment he saw the girl talking to a waitress and her hand pointed towards Varo's desk.

“She again said we” whispered Bima spirit.

Not long after that waitress came to Varo's table, he smiled politely carrying a glass of jim beam and thrusting towards Varo.

“Mas, there was a seat from a black dress girl there” said waitress then stepped away when the glass had moved into the hands of Varo.

Varo was stunned to stare at the glass in his hand, after which he looked up at the girl and straightened his alcohol with meaningful strokes. The girl smiled widely and turned to her friends as if nothing had happened.

“Wow, what did you dream of eating last night? Crazy one! Lucky bang!” geleng Dimas did not believe, as well as Bima who had clapped his hands ria. Varo laughs wide again stealing a glance at the girl, but unfortunately he is not looking at Varo anymore.

...*****...

Towards one evening the atmosphere of the club was getting crowded, some couples without feeling awkward kissing in the corners of the club, while there were also those who looked tired had to bother coming out of it in the butt of his friend. Varo was standing at the door of the woman's toilet, his hands in his jacket pocket, clearly indicating he was waiting for someone.

“Hai” greet Varo smile thinly. The girl who had attracted his attention just now stood in front of him. 

“Hai” replied the girl was rather surprised to see Varo there. But quickly his expression turned friendly.

“Em-,” Varo suddenly fell silent considering what he had to say to the girl in front of him. It felt a little strange because the presence of the girl actually made Varo stiff, as if his brain suddenly stopped working just like that.

“You're Alvaro, right? Alvaro Wijaya's. Was the basketball captain at Merah Putih High School?” asking the girl makes Varo flabbergasted. “I'm Olivia, your schoolmate used to” he continued reaching out.

“Alvaro.”

Olivia laughed amusedly. “I know your name Alvaro, don't you tell me again.”

Sweet.

It was the second word that came to Varo's mind when Olivia smiled at him. With a beautiful face, awesome body proportions, and sexy appearance, Olivia managed to get all of Varo's attention centered on her. Until Varo forgot Angga was sleeping alone on the sofa upstairs.

“You used to be the same age as me? or...sister class?” ask Varo doubt is a bit difficult considering the beautiful and sexy girl named Olivia, her schoolmate first.

“Yeah you really don't want me huh?” olivia's laughter made Varo gobsmacked. “I used to be the same age as you. But naturally if you do not want, we have never been in class, I used to be a child of ten-three, continue to fit the second grade I moved to school”

“Ohh...” reply Varo but looks still trying hard considering what Olivia looks like in SMA.

“No papa if you do not want, the important thing is I want you” said Olivia made Varo smile awkwardly regretting his memory capacity is not so good. “By the way you added saucy yes, I guess pass SMA pass already stop sakep”

“You too, keep beautiful” reply Varo quickly rather shocked to hear the compliments coming out of Olivia's lips, as if giving the impression they are close friends who have just met after being separated for many years.

“Can be you, whereas you do not want me” kekeh Olivia happy. “You still play basketball?” he asked, leaning against the wall as several people rushed through the toilet corridor.

“Udah enggak”

“Why? You are so cool when you play basketball”

“I'm busy college” replied Varo. Olivia nodded then without permission her hand rose touching Varo's left shoulder.

“You know you don't papa, right?” his tanyanya confused Varo. “You used to be injured when playing basketball, until using a cast again”

“Udah no papa kok.”

Varo is not a good reminder, but he will never forget the events of a few years ago when his left shoulder was badly injured and almost made him stop playing basketball. And now, when he heard the stranger ask while throwing a caring expression at an old incident, Varo felt that something was creeping up into his heart, like an endless feeling of pleasure.

“I used to bet on me, if you are not the captain of basketball anymore because of a shoulder injury, surely our school team lost. Eh dunya how many months later your shoulder healed” story Olivia lightly.

Varo's view turned serious, suddenly many interesting questions arise in his mind about Olivia.

What was Olivia like in High School?

How well did he know Varo?

Several other questions also kept coming back and forth in his mind, leaving Varo speechless like a fool staring at Olivia. The charm of the girl was able to make Varo's tongue suddenly felt unable to ask anything.

“Oliv!” A loud call from the end of the corridor made the two turn away, as a friend of Olivia's called out to her while giving her a code to go somewhere else.

“I went back first yes, temen I have been waiting for” said Olvia smiled clumsyly then stepped away, but only three steps her body back turned towards Varo. “When you meet again, you want to eat together?”

“Bole” nods Varo smiled back, there was not a single intention in him to reject the invitation.

Olivia waved her hand then walked away with her friend. Varo inhaled with a feeling of pleasure, he felt like there was a small butterfly flying inside the stomach causing a tingling sensation. Only the first time Varo felt happy talking to a foreign girl, maybe because in the eyes of Varo Olivia is very beautiful, so there is no reason for Varo not to feel interested.

But a moment later Varo's smile disappeared when he realized something. “Sial! I forgot to ask for his number.”

And as soon as Varo stepped in search of Olivia, he could not find the girl, and even Varo went down all the corners of the room. It was as if Olivia had disappeared into the earth's vortex.