Oath Of Love
03# Let's Get Married.

At that time the weather was hot. Naziya and Putri had just entered the classroom after quietly going to the cafeteria in the middle of the lesson hours.

Reasonably to the toilet, Naziya and Putri glided into the canteen to buy iced tea and fried food.

After seeing Ms. Irma, an Indonesian teacher who was walking in the school corridor to her class, as fast as lightning Nazis ran and jumped over the window and then sat neatly back in her chair—number two from behind.

“Today we have a new student, he moved from Jakarta. Let's introduce yourself!” Irma smiled kindly.

The boy with a dull face and some white patches on his face looked down.

Scratching his head, he introduced himself. “I A-Arjuna Rakanuala, I moved from Junior High School Melati Bangsa, Jakarta,” he said nervously.

However, this was Arjuna's worst day. None of the students cared about the introductory session. The other students chatted alone.

Arjuna raised his head, his pair of neutrals staring straight ahead. Yeah, for the first time, he saw the Nazis.

Only Naziya paid close attention while ringing.

“Yes already, you can sit down. It was an empty bench next to Naziya,” said the Indonesian teacher.

“Continue your duties, mother back to class IX-C first.” Irma passed away leaving the class.

The two Naziya netra continued to stare at Arjuna, just as Arjuna was sitting down, the girl started the action.

“Hadeeeh, I can do it anyway, this class is a new child model kayak gini!” his insinuation in between his demonic grin.

“Ups, new!!! From Jakarta ieuh,” shouted Naziya in a mocking tone while standing up.

“Heh, you! To school shower no?” The Nazis chuckled again, until a roar of laughter filled the entire classroom.

Arjuna didn't budge, he put his backpack back. Then pick up a notebook and other stationery.

***

“Frappe and lemon tea ...”

The Nazis were stunned when a waiter came with their ordered drink. “Sorry, want to add a snack, brother?” haggle that waitress.

Arjuna just stared at the beautiful woman in front of him, while the Nazis shook their heads in doubt.

“Alright, enjoy,” said the waiter then left them both.

“So you're Farida's aunt's son?” the clear-eyed man boasted a smile catching his Nazi jitters.

“You Arjuna, Arjuna Rakanuala? Jeez ..., ” Naziya sighs fretfully. If he could, he would have disappeared from before Arjuna that very second.

“Dead me, it turns out he's Aunt Nala's son. If mom finds out first I like bully her at school, I will run out I was dragged to hell,” the mess in my heart.

Arjuna chuckled, he nodded firmly confirming the truth. “Yes, it's me. Arjuna, 'Jun gulun the ugly one',” he said in a laugh.

“I ..” Naziya cleared his throat, trying to free his voice stuck in the throat. “How is this?” his screams in the heart. The Nazis were speechless.

The woman only hoped that there would be a miracle that could make her leave from the presence of the man before her.

Not long after, it seems that the goddess Fortuna sided with the Nazis. Arjuna's cell phone rang.

Arjuna's face turned tense after getting the call. “Ready, Sir,” that's all that comes out of his lips.

After ending the call. The man returned with a smile. “It looks like, our meeting just got here.”

Out of nowhere the impulse, Naziya dared to raise his gaze. Looking at Arjuna's face. “You want to go?”

Arjuna laughed, his eyes narrowed. “Borrow your phone.” Arjuna held out his hand. “I have sudden service!”

As if she had no choice, the woman finally pulled out a strawberry-silicon cell phone.

“You are still the same ...” Arjuna mumbled softly. “OK!” he said after keeping his Nazi number on his cell phone.

“Sorry, I can't take you home. Greetings to aunt Farida.”

Arjuna stood up, his two sharp eyes constantly staring at the Nazis. A moment of memory as they sat on the bench of Junior High made Naziya remember.

Inwardly he said, his gaze was still the same, this was not a look of hatred, but... Uh! What am I thinking!

Naziya ... Let's get married! Cut Arjuna with a soft voice.

Naziya. His face met red— suddenly. In his heart, he hated to admit. However, somehow Naziya felt comfortable with him—Arjuna.

***

“Jeez, Put. You know who Aunt Nala's son is.”

Naziya paced in front of the Princess while ruffling her hair.

Both eyes softlens ash continues to follow the movement of Nazis, who else if not the eyes of the Princess.

“Emang who?” ask the Princess casually.

“She Arjuna, Put. Arjuna Rakanuala, 'Jun culun the ugly one. You remember?!” sahut Naziya with glaring eyes.

The princess also went with cengo. “Serious, Ziy?”

“How about this, how about all this time he complained to his parents. Or, she wants revenge on me? Oh my God,” the Nazi's.

Meanwhile, the Princess who was still sitting quietly kept remembering. What they did to Arjuna ten years ago.

“We, emang somewhat outrageous the same Arjuna,” said Putri.

“We made him suddenly in Lisa's strap, because your PR book is torn, Ziy!” The princess reminded one of the Nazi deeds.

Naziya turned his head, staring fiercely at the woman who was holding the lollipop. “Not just me, but everything, the whole class!” naziya.

Princess chuckles, “But, Ziy ... It is you who are provocateurs,” The Princess restrains her smile.

“Aaargh!” his Nazi voice shrieked to the ceiling of his office space.

The princess was shocked. He could only pay attention to his best friend who was still pacing around like an iron.

***

What's?! No, Ziya did not want to marry Arjuna bu,” Naziya whine to Farida.

Farida let out a rough breath. “And you swore 10 years ago to marry someone who loves you strawberry cake. He's Nala's aunt's son, Ziya,” Farida said.

“And your wedding we have set three months,” added Farida.

“What? I swear mom said?” both of his Nazi eyebrows furrowed in astonishment.

“You forgot yes, 10 years ago, before your father had an accident. Mom and dad did not have time to buy a strawberry tart for your birthday. Until you cry all night. Well in the morning, son Arjuna bring your favorite strawberry cake,” said Farida.

The Nazis widened both eyes. “Hah?!”

Farida smiled faintly. “And you remember, you swore that it was a woman you would make a brother and if it was a man you would make a husband.”

“Kan pas tuh, who mengantarin the cake Vivian—kakakaknya Arjuna, and Arjuna,” Farida added again with a satisfied smile.

“Mother!!!”

Naziya blinked both eyes many times. “Tap it just a playful oath. Yes it was taken seriously, at that time Naziya was just a young man,” rebuttal.

Farida laughs. “Oath the Naziya oath. Besides, why is Arjuna the same. He banged? Her job is promising.and she already has her own apartment.”

Farida's phone rang, once, twice ... Farida takes a quick glance, “Arjuna ..” muttered to herself. Soon she welcomed the phone call.

“Tante, sorry Juna did not have time between Nazis yesterday. Juna has to go to Timika,” Arjuna's voice is heard because Farida accidentally turned on the loud speaker.

“Yes, son, nothing. The Nazis went straight home.

Hearing that the Nazis could only be silent, it would be embarrassed if Arjuna found out that he was eavesdropping on the mother's conversation with Arjuna.

The sound of Arjuna's breath was clearly heard. “Tante ... Juna told mom. Three months too long, after Juna's service alone, we married him,”

“What!!”