Selfish
Selfish: 55

Bastian pulled Arin's hand to the parking lot, the school was already looking loose, most of the students had left the school because it was already home hours.

During the lesson hour, Arin can message from Bastian he said he wanted to say something but had to wait for a quiet school first, Arin with his high curiosity just say yes, anyway can free ride too, too, save a lot of money.

The home bell rang along with the ringing of Arin's cell phone notification indicating someone was sending him a message right now. Arin can guess that person is Bastian, and that's right. Bastian asked Arin to be quiet for a while in class, after 5-10 minutes just out of class, Arin said. Rini until maksa to make friends he said he was no one to pick up want to take care of Bastian but his cousin's brother reasoned to want to meet with his friend, even though Arin's agreement.

"Home first, I'm waiting for bokap," said Arin, a little lying is okay, his name is also curious, anyways Bastian said do not bring Rini too.

"Helih, since when you were picked up bokap again, even though you have been walking or at least riding a pedicab," said Rini while ruffling her waist, not believing the same Arin's words.

"It's delicious, I've never rickshawed, yes" Arin said.

"Whatever. Yeah, I'm ahead. If devoured by the devil do not call my name," Rini breezed away while stomping her feet on the floor sign that she was upset.

This is where they are now, in a deserted parking lot with no vehicles except for Bastian's motor sport parked next to a football field.

"Cepet, what do you want to say? I don't have the time" urged Arin as he stared at the clock coiled around his wrist.

"Gue didn't tell me to talk here, go fast!" Bastian hands over a helmet with a picture of Hello Kitty in pink. Arin snatched, then pushed the helmet.

"Don't wear a helmet, I'm not a kid. How do you get a helmet like this from where the hell?"

"Helm has my brother, I take it with me," replied Bastian lightly. "Udah just use it, the size fits, your head is small like the contents of your brain."

Arin rolls his eyeballs lazily then grabs the helmet from Bastian's hand and then eats it.

"Lo's satisfied??" Bastian pulls the corner of his lips and immediately rides his favorite bike followed by Arin at the back, (the future is impossible)

"Where are we really going? From earlier not to the extent, my wonder," cried Arin so that Bastian heard his voice, because in addition to wearing a helmet, the wind in the street also slightly disturbing hearing.

"Don't say lo if you say," Arin snapped while crossing both hands on the chest.

"Lagian you're very chatty. Ehh but I'm serious about what I said earlier, you want to?" Bastian returns on the topic making Arin shudder in horror then shakes his head violently in disagreement. Bastian smiled behind his full face helmet.

After a few minutes, Bastian stopped at a roadside restaurant, where many motorcycles were parked, a sign that this shop was like a bustling buyer, honestly Arin does not know this place and has not been here as well as a foreign kayak. Bastian pulls Arin's hand in, but Arin misfocuses on one of the familiar bikes in his eye. Ahh, maybe I saw it wrong, his mind then followed behind Bastian's height. I don't know why he didn't protest and go where Bastian took him. So the stall is like a cover but does not use a wall but the cloth that is installed around it, rather closed so and we can not just look inside because it is not visible, all one could see was the silhouette of a person.

Bastian revealed the cloth that became the cover of the stall, where Arin could see many people who seemed to be his age and also Bastian was still a schoolboy anyway, judging from his uniform, maybe it's like the headquarters or the gathering place of the school's gang like Bastian. And actually this is not a food stall, rather this is where people drink and smoke. Illegal place, which can operate during the day like this, but Arin does not know for sure, smoking place under the guise of food stalls is already licensed or not from the police.

Arin looked around, glaring around, not a single face he knew at all but one. Arin's eyes narrowed to see the figure of the man sitting in the right corner while flanking a cigarette between his index and middle fingers and occasionally jerking the nicotine stick to the ashtray that had been prepared there.

Bastian pulled the corner of his lips, apparently he was not too late to bring Arin here, then his hand moved to pull Arin's arm to enter because from then on they just stood blocking the entrance.

"Ehhh, Bastian, cokk. Wihhh bring dong chick, where beautiful again," sahut one of the men who sat at the middle table while nudging the shoulder of a friend next to him who was cool again and only responded with a nod of the head.

"Hi guys, long time no see, how are you?" Bastian shook the hand of the man who had spoken, they looked familiar, but that was not what caught Arin's attention but the first person he saw, his eyes were still focused on looking at the distance quite a bit far and also his position facing the side made Arin lean slightly to look at the person.

Bastian's friend pointed at Arin with his chin, the understanding Bastian just smiled obliquely and flicked his shoulders and sat right beside the man.

"Aren't you tired of standing still? Sit down!!" Bastian's sentence full of emphasis makes Arin inevitably follow his instructions.

"Tumben brought a girl, he said he didn't want to fall in love again. Has your principle changed?" asked the man sitting in front of Bastian while occasionally glancing towards Arin, who glimpsed still focused on his own world.

"Once the principle remains, I'm still bound by my principle, and he's not my girlfriend, just a tool anyway," said Bastian slightly whispered so that Arin did not listen, Arin was not horrified but what he saw made Arin squealed in shock with bulging eyes. Bastian who was sitting next to her closed his ears due to Arin's scream, several pairs of eyes also seemed to be staring at her.

"That's Zian?"