The Fake Friend In Silence
PERPETRATORS

It has been a week since the incident in front of IPA 1 class yesterday, almost every night Salwa experienced insomnia due to thinking too hard.

Salwa felt she had met the tall guy, but where and when?

**

Today as usual, he left school on foot.

After arriving at school immediately Salwa stepped into his class, he could not wait to dwell on the question from the book that read "MATERI UTBK-SBMPTN" which he borrowed from the public library near the coffee shop where he worked.

Salwa's last hope if indeed later it will not pass SNMPTN is to follow SBMPTN of course, he has prepared far away, always trying to learn and understand all the problems in the reference book, he said, hope the test will run smoothly without any kesulita answer about her.

Often times crossed in his cerebellum, how fate if later he did not pass the two tests, already made sure he had to wait the next year. Because indeed the scholarship path he wants to take can only be sought through SNM/SBM only, for the MANDIRI pathway does not seem to be the right choice

Salwa walked along the corridor, her lips komat kamit memorizing the formula she remembered. But suddenly Salwa was surprised, his steps automatically stopped.

From a distance he saw a guy leaning against the wall right next to the entrance of his class, his two hands were put in his pants pocket, his head slightly looked up, his eyes seemed to be closed tightly.

Looks like Salwa is no stranger to that guy. Who is he?

"1😲 IPA MANNEQUIN?" Salwa guessed with widened pupils.

Yes, the guy who a week ago looked at Salwa in front of his class, why this morning even sleep while standing near the door of his class? Salwa did not think.

Without thinking for a long time, Salwa turned around and died, the corridor was still very quiet. He was only afraid that he would have to meet that guy again.

Let it! it seems that the plan to date the material and the matter about UTBK this morning should be Salwa postponed, it is better than having to go to class and die of lice due to nervousness to have to deal with the guy.

Very careful, his feet settled into the precipitate a few meters, after Salwa felt that he was far from the corridor he walked normally and left safely.

Salwa decided to go to the main field, intending to wait for Vina there.

**

"Heh what?" Hardik Vina when he saw the theme crouching on the edge of the field, writing something on the ground with gravel, who else if not Salwa!

"Wait for you Vin" Salwa said innocently

"Tumben really, kesambet what lo" he looked while pointing at the face of his best friend full of doubt

"So I left too early Vin, the corridor was still quiet" It looked serious

"Mouth lo. usually also leave at dawn" replied Vina lightly.

"What body" His voice said, "Jaudah if you don't believe" he added as he squandered his face and stood up

"Yaaahhh cuddle again, you know sal? lo rich kittens get lost" he answered staring at Salwa

"Judah, let's go to class! After this you have to treat me because I already picked you" he said while pushing Salwa's shoulder to walk ahead of him.

Salwa only complies with the treatment of her best friend.

Brands go hand in hand, Salwa's face still looks scared and anxious. Thinking about that guy

What if that tall guy was still in his place and hasn't left? what if he doesn't accept it because Salwa Kamarin looks at him and runs away?

Along the way a lot of questions revolved in his brain, a little relieved when he found out in front of his class was empty.

That fella? I don't know if Salwa doesn't want to think about it anymore, she feels grateful because the guy was no longer there

"Sal, you go to class first gih. I want to go to the toilet broke" the vina's voice broke the silence of the classroom corridor

Salwa just nodded, nothing she feared. There is no reason why Salwa should avoid it.

He should not have to waste his time waiting for Vina on the field, if not because the guy was probably salwa had solved some of his UTBK problems seamlessly😴

Salwa again just resigned, his life is very difficult. Actually he also likes the excessive nervousness of this, let alone having to feel afraid of things that are not necessarily going to happen

**

Time passed so quickly, it did not feel like the bell home from school had rung.

Exactly at 3 pm all students at Garuda High School rushed out of school, some were heading to the parking lot to pick up a vehicle, some were sitting lined up waiting for the bus at the front stop of his school.

As usual after school Salwa will work, for the distance of school to the coffee shop approximately 1km.

Salwa never complained about having to walk, he still walked casually carrying his backpack while occasionally confirming the location of his glasses.

after arriving at his place of work, immediately Salwa changed his uniform with a work uniform, then put on an appron and rushed up to the second floor, and then, there must have been Erin's mother who was waiting for the trunk of her nose to appear.

Salwa reached the second floor, opened the door that was connected to the cafe and found Erin standing by watching the customers sitting and enjoying her coffee.

"Sal finally you came too" he said, realizing Salwa's presence

Salwa just grinned.

"Udah tired of this all day work, fortunately you have come" explained and then released his appron

"Judah I go down first" He continued, walking up the stairs.

Salwa frowned slightly when Erin did not come down and turned to walk towards her.

Salwa just kept quiet and stood waiting for her, there seemed to be something that Erin wanted to convey.

"Oh yes Sal" he said after approaching

"There is a customer Table no 14, he has been sitting there for almost an hour, I asked the message what the answer was snapping, like waiting for someone again, you will try to ask again yes, yes, maybe there's something in the same message he" Obviously at length, then the direction of his eyes sweeping the table at the far right

Salwa immediately followed Erin's view, not too focused on the person, because the most important place was clear. Table no 14!

"OK mbak, I will ask the person again" replied Salwa, while the mangosteen sign already understood what Erin told her.

"Sip, jaudah I really went down that way" He said patted the shoulder of the snow, this time Erin really passed to the stairs to go down

Salwa then went to table no 14, took a leisurely walk and put on a friendly look past the customers.

Arriving at table number 14, he then asked the man who sat down while looking down with a casual hat covering his face.

It seemed like this man was struggling with his cellphone, seen two hands moving was typing something on the sophisticated object.

"Excuse me?" He greeted politely while smiling kindly.

The man looked up and looked at the direction of the source of the voice, Salwa was slightly surprised. This dude..

Salwa blinked a few times. He hoped this was a dream for him

'isn't he IPA 1 guy? why is he here?' the batteries.

Instantly Salwa's exaggerated thoughts appeared again,

'Hey, come on. It's not clear that he's here to order coffee, especially if he doesn't order coffee. Maybe it was just to order coffee'

Again Salwa tried to calm herself, trying to normalize the look on her face and smile back to the guy in front of her.

Not yet had the nervousness of losing his body had frozen again.

"Lo! IPA 3 girls, right?"

happy reading, don't forget the vomentya yaw🤩

Saturday, 16 January 2021

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