My Decision at Game School
Chapter 19 - Watch Both
POV Mbak Andi's
(they're finally back)
Gruduk.south…
(the Andi take what until it runs away.).
The atmosphere this morning was very refreshing. Freshness that I had long craved but lost in several nights because of various kinds of college assignments that must be done.
Swing…
Slepp…
(tea is warm and the sandwich is ready. It would be perfect to see something interesting.)
Curious about what my sister and her friend were doing, I headed straight for the front yard.
The set! The set!…sets!
A foreign movement but it looks beautiful I can see.
When the back of their hand touches, the fight begins.
The set! The set!…set!... The set! The set!…sets!
The set! The set!…set!... The set! The set!…sets!
Like seeing a fight, they both give each other punches, kicks, and avoidance. Enjoying a show as good as this, perfecting my morning.
Glug.glug…
The set!...
They stay away from each other to give distance and be aware of the movements of his opponent.
Andi approached and attacked with a kick, but the kick was avoided Ikhsan. Andi's gap is quite clear, Ikhsan's melee attack gives so that makes Andi have to dodge and defend.
Reaching his limit, Andi took a few steps back and kicked straight ahead. The attack as predicted by Ikhsan, he dodged and attacked Andi's leg which was on his pedestal standing.
Gedebug!...
“aahh..
“haha.no, lack of practice. If you practice more often, I've lost”
“waaah cool y'all Fightnya”
“oh no sister”
“ini bread, if you want”
“thank kak”
Before taking out the bread, the two of them gave each other the attribute of their sparring. Andi went inside, while Ikhsan sat near me enjoying the bread I had offered.
“start when Andi can gelud san?”
“SMP we started training brother, same father Ikhsan we learned it”
“hoo is, but when he's here. Never seen him exercise or sport other than playing game”
“maybe because alone, lazy him kak exercise”
“haha. In the future, please take care of Andi ya san.”
“then, safe kak”
Martial ability. I just found out that my sister has it. Obviously, this ability will be useful to him and others.
“ni drink..”
Andi came with extra drinks and bread. Three, we sat together and enjoyed the morning.
“why new training now ndi?”
“ya because next month VR tool out. Beladiri is definitely one of the important abilities in the game later mbak”
Shocked to hear the reason but it does not mean he is wrong.
“because of that?”
“ya because of it..”.
According to the article I read, a VR tool called Vear can move the consciousness of its users into the game. So if from the beginning the user can use martial arts, then in the game he can use these abilities to fight, survive and so on.
So that the preparations made by my brother were not wrong, considering that he was very unhappy with defeat, so he prepared everything to win.
This morning was perfect to start the week.
(aaah.want to feel again this morning).
**
Andi POV
At 11:10 the film we will be watching begins.
The night before, I had told Nabila that Ikhsan could not watch. Most people choose to refuse to watch alone with people he just knew, but Nabila still accepted my invitation even if it was just me and him. Maybe he's in the hostel or maybe he really likes this movie.
“mau picked up?”
“by, this is the location”
Nabila shared his boarding address through chat. Paying attention to the location, the distance between the boarding house and the mall to watch later is quite close. With 1 hour and 20 minutes left before the movie starts, I'm getting ready.
“mbaak, which shirt jacket is yes?”
“hoo the, balek mbaak room door. Kemaren mbaak putap”
“hadeh, pantesan no jacket”
I don't know why every time I go out my jacket becomes one of the clothes I always wear. Maybe protect the skin from the heat of the equatorial sun? or maybe a warm-up from the cold atmosphere of the cinema? or maybe it is comfortable to be the main reason I wear it?. It seems like the last reason I received more than the other 2 reasons.
“ku go lu, hopefully escape you selection san”
“sip aman, have fun yes same girl tuu.”
“hadeh, hand over.”.
Just a few steps into the living room, mbak also teased me.
“hooo same girl yaa... dah brave the same way cute mbak yaa.”.
(god.).
“tau where?”
“this watch in hartono mall” showing movie poster on hp.
“hoo the movie...mbak can come with?”
As usual, with a threatening aura I asked to come along. If I refuse, there will be some home business that troubles me. Like.ah I don't want to remember.
“yaa may, but use your own vehicle yes. You already nawarin pick up the girl earlier”
“ok is okay, means book 3 seats yes.”
“yaa.ku dulu”
“be careful, send greetings with girlyaa..”
With driving gear, I went to the Nabila boarding house.
The distance between my house and the hostel takes about 20 minutes. Holidays make the road quite crowded, it is natural considering Yogyakarta is dubbed as a student city so that many immigrants who study in famous schools. Sunday is one of the options for students to refresh the brain and mind after 6 full days of thinking.
Finally arrived at the princess Ririn's room.
A sign with the words ‘cowo only up here, can not enter into’ makes me no choice but to send him a message.
“ku is in front of”
“ok”
A few minutes later, Nabila came out with the same style of clothing when we first met in Gramed but with different outfits.
“ayo depart”
Along the way, there was not much we could talk about. Just discussing some of the tasks that we may have deliberately asked in order to eliminate the sense of silence between us. Awkwardly we feel, considering not long ago we know each other so that some questions are better not asked.
“welcome, please use the card or press the tiket” button
Clik…
Brom…
(tumben this crowded)
The parking atmosphere is quite crowded. As if there is an event that will be held at the Hartono mall.
“it looks like there is another exciting event that ndi”
“seems so.”
Unlike the 1st floor, the atmosphere of the cinema lobby is quite quiet. A rare thing happens on Sunday. After ordering, there are still 15 minutes before the movie starts.
“wait a moment, I want to come with”
“hoo..so that's why order 3 seats”
“yaa so, sorry just said”
“not what, the more rame the more exciting”
Just enjoying a soft and comfortable waiting chair, my mother arrived.
“haaa.. here yaa.”.
“hello mbaak,”
Mbak arrived.
“halooo, so this is girl friend Andi tuu”
“iyaa mbaak..hmm I think I've seen mbak. But where is ya?”
“hayoo where?..btw name mbak ifa greetings...”
“hoo I Nabila salam know mbaak..”.
“door number 3 has been opened, to the audience are welcome to enter”
The warning voice stopped our conversation.
“ayo log in again”
“ok..”
“hadeh, handover yes. Yok log in again”
There's no one.
We were the first to enter the cinema room.
Our C10,11,12 seats.
“ni bil jacket, if cool” give me a jacket that I have taken off.
“makasih”
“eehh...mbaak how?”
“clothes will be thick, so be safe tuu”
“hehe..tau yaa”.
A few minutes later
Advertisements began to be shown, the screen began to expand, the room temperature began to be lowered, and the film could finally be watched.
**
POV Nabila
“h~~~~aaa..here yaa.”
“hello mbaak,”
Andi's mom arrived.
Looking at his face, I was silent. Mbak's face is very similar to the person I admire but I don't remember the person. My thoughts stopped when I heard the announcement that the cinema door had been opened.
With Andi leading, we followed him. Being the first audience to enter felt good too. Like the guy who ordered the whole movie theater.
The C10 is my seat, Andi in the middle of us and his mama in the remaining seats.
“ni bil jacket, kalo cool”
Hm..
Is this a mode of Andi? Or is it just an offer he used to make?.
The coldness I felt, accepting his offer was the best option for me.
.
.
Credit film's…
“waaahh cool movie, not in vain watch kebioskop”
“iyaah cool yes movie deck. Not in vain also follow you”
“cuman there are some scenes that are not included in the film. Though in the book the scene is cool sih”
“iya is Ndi, but not anything. There is a movie I am thankful”
“yuk we eat again”
“ok mbak”
The cooler atmosphere in the middle of the film makes me wear Andi's jacket like my jacket.
Ma'am Andi led out and headed to a restaurant called Saleroso. A famous restaurant in Yogyakarta and become one of the restaurants that must be tried food. The info I got when one of the food selebgrams I followed reviewed Saleroso's food.
“hoo here” in a slow voice, Andi followed us inside.
The atmosphere inside is quite cool even though restaurant visitors are quite crowded. Many of the visitors are a family who really want to enjoy food here, the rest is a group of students or students who like me want to try food at Saleroso restaurant.
The corner became the seat that Andi chose, maybe avoiding the crowd had become a habit for him.
“mbak-mbak and mas want mesan what?”
A waiter swiftly arrived a few seconds after we sat down.
“ku Nila bake, drink water ice lemon tea”
“if I am a mas.. drinking milkshake with boba” mbak Andi pointed to a picture of food that I do not know the name, but from the picture looks good.
“Andi order what?” ask me confused, he from earlier still turned the menu back.
“hmm..Sweet sour milk, sweet sour squid, soup, same drinking water aja”
“ok mas, I read it again. 1 Grilled tilapia, 1 iced lemon tea, 1 Meat Pack All Variants, 1 Milkshake boba, 1 shrimp and sweet sour squid, 1 soup and water. Any changes?”
“no mas” replied Andi with his leisure.
Soon the waiter went to prepare the order.
“so how long have you known?”
“a week mbak, last week met Andi..”.
“week?? Hooo you're in gramed”
“eh kok mbak know?”
“yaa at that time mbak pick up Andi, from afar see if there is a girl who is close to Andi. It turns out you are..”
“iyaa mbak, then Monday we meet again, class again”
“hoo so, your soul mate might”
“ah mbak, not necessarily mbaak”
Andi was just listening to our conversation, apparently he wouldn't speak unless he wanted to or was forced to.
While waiting for the food to arrive, I talked a lot with Andi. The same mindset or interest may be the reason we can keep talking without stopping until we unknowingly arrive.
“mission mbak, this is the food..”.
“iyaa”
One by one the food plates moved to the table. The table was empty, now full of food. Quickly, I was recording for an update story on my social media.
“ku eat again yaa..”
“eh wait, mbak make video first”
“hadeh..”.
Seeing Andi's recording and speaking style reminded me again of someone I often heard his voice and finally remembered.
He was…
(connecting.).