SANTRIKU STREET
part 36 HIS GAZE

Pov dalari

Finish paying for snacks. The three of us went to Go, left the cafeteria. But before entering the class, there were many students in it. Finally we returned, not so to enjoy the snacks inside, looking for another place.

After avoiding the noise, we sit near a tree, which is not far from the school.

"Where did you get the idea?" I asked while putting fried food in the mouth, then chewed it so that my stomach was not too hard to work, when turning it into energy.

"There is. but it is heavy!" replied Heru with a long sigh.

"How's it?"

"If there is Nasrul, maybe this job will not be heavy, because the key is in him" explained Heru.

"Cock?" asked I was curious, not understanding what Heru said.

"The key is in Fatimah. Nasrul and Fatimah are cousins, so maybe the conversation is good."

"Continue the connection, what about Fatimah and the problems I'm facing?"

"Fatimah.is one of his closest friends dadun, because it used to often represent the school, so surely they often chat." He explained the real idea.

"Oh, I see.I'll try to talk to him later. Incidentally I am also quite close to Fatimah, who knows if she wants to help." I said, although actually does not want to involve many people, into my business. But my flaws, I can't make another choice.

"Well, that's a great idea. Just ask him for help!" heru Suggestion.

Finally the three of us continued the conversation with regular chat, with the topic of discussing the situation of Nasrul, and the situation that befell the villagers cikadu.

20 Minutes passed, after spending all the snacks, we finally moved closer to the school area, so that when the bell rang we could hear it.

But when I was about to enter the classroom.it looks Fatimah who carries her snack bag, Maybe she just came home from the cafeteria. I quickly gave the code to my two friends, to approach Fatimah but they shook their heads. as if refusing, I had to approach.

"Yes, what's up, dal?" asked Fatimah while staring at me, making my heart beat a bit tight.when honestly I did not feel anything, but I don't know why my body rippled like that.

"Eeeeem eeeeee Anu!" all of a sudden my tongue became muddy, like a Stuttering person could not speak.

"Look easy, like anyone!" she said while giving her sweetest smile.

"I want to ask for help, but the story is long. When can we talk, but only the two!" I express my purpose.

"Solicit what please? by the way, if I can help you!"

"I told you, the story will be long. So it takes time to discuss it, about you have time No, to listen to my story." I said while staring at the fatimah asking for answers.

Fatimah was silent for a moment, Maybe she thought about how, we can talk together.

"Can't now? just talk about it!" ask Fatimah to make sure

"Can't nay." I replied, shaking my head.

"Yes, then. later after school.You wait for me in the T-junction!" he asked with a deep sigh, what did he mean, like that, whether he was unwilling to help or what.

"Thank you for helping." I said, closing both palms in front of my chest.

"What the hell, Dal. Yes, I went to class first!" He said as he showed back, the sweetest smile engraved on his lips.

I could only stare at her departure, watching Step by Step, until fatimah was nowhere to be seen again, entering into her class.

"It is customary to look at him, sin knows!" said Nawir who approached from behind, while patting my shoulder.

"No, who is staring? I was just looking at the floor." I replied, embarrassed to be caught by my two best friends.

Shortly after, the bell rang.signing the next hour of study, about to begin, I, Nawir and Heru, rushed hostile to the class.prepared to return to receive lessons, after taking a short break.

Lesson after lesson passed, just like that.it felt so fast, until finally the time came home.but before that, the students were required to pray the first dzuhur congregation in the mosque.

After finishing the prayer, as promised.I waited for Fatimah at the crossroads, accompanied by Nawir and Heru.

"You go home, first! afraid that your parents will run." I suggested as I looked towards my two friends, who faithfully accompanied.

"No! we want to keep you here, later you do things again, if left alone with fatimah, at least if there are us, you think first, before doing something." cenda nawir likens me to Pack Boy.

"What the hell, not so obvious!"

"Yes, you used to say that being on guard is better than treating, who knows you two will not be able to control" added Heru cornered me with his jokes.

"What control?" I asked while staring at Heru.

"I'm sorry!" clearly Heru was accompanied by laughter.

Hearing the tearing of the two of them. I just snorted annoyedly, squinting fixed eyes towards them. yet the one who was stared at just laughed, continued to tease me.

Heru immediately shut his mouth, stopping his laughing voice.When he saw there was a student, who was walking closer to the direction where we were waiting.because this is a fork, one way to Fatimah's house, one way to Fatimah's, and one way to the house of Kang Arif, or to the village of Cikadu. So all the students who come back south, then they will pass this road.

"What's wrong?" nawir asked in astonishment while looking at Heru.

"That's called Dadun!" whispered Heru told.

Loving the code with the corner of the eye, telling that the person who was walking, who was going to pass us, was named Dadun.

I continued to pay attention to that person.because actually, me and Nawir, did not know which one was which, so did not know that the one who came was the one I was looking for.

The longer the man approached us, because of the path he was about to take, passing through the T-junction where Kami, who was waiting for Fatimah.

It looks like the student is indeed an artist, his bag is made of inner bark, which is put together so that it forms a thread, then knitted it into a bag. on his wrist wrapped around a snake-shaped bracelet, which is made of, the ones made from the roots prove that the person is really an artist.

The shape of his body is the same presis with what is said fitri. The man was tall, black, yet I could not smell his body, and looked into his mouth.because according to Fitri.dadun it was other than black, the man smelled, and his teeth were yellow.

And true to what Heru revealed, he was so quiet that he chose to go home at the very end, so as not to join the other students.

"Mission" he said quietly, but could be caught by the ears. as the curd passed through our crowd, unlike the other upperclassmen, who were haughty, oppressed the juniors with the word seniority.

"Home, Dun?" ask Heru.

Dadun did not reply, He just glanced at us. With a difficult gaze to interpret. A deep gaze seemed to penetrate into the hearts of the three of us, then he passed away leaving our place, and turned in the T-junction towards the direction of the road to his house.

"That's weird?" Decak Nawir, after Dadun is not seen again.

"What I'm saying is, he's really mysterious!" said Heru with a stiff face.

"You guys saw that? How's he staring at us!" I asked the two of them

"Yes.I got deg-degan, kayak again stared what it is!" nawir gave an opinion.

"Kirain is just me, who feels like it. let alone me who greeted him." Heru chimed in with a shudder.

"Yes, how can ya? like that. how do I want to talk to him, in his face was already spooky like this." I imagine.

"Tadi.denger not his voice?" asked Heru while looking at me.

"Listen, but it's not clear why?" I asked back.

"Say you're looking for more? how sounds! When you forget your own plans?" Ketus Heru's.

"Hehehe. I'm sorry I'm still horrified, imagining his gaze. So I didn't focus, after all he said just one word, kept quiet." I said with a smile, smiling, feeling funny because Dadun can make me lose focus.