We Are Together
Twelve

David nodded confirming while pulling both corners of his lips, he then smiled. "Fall right," he said by mimicking a cartoon of a Kindergarten boy whose head was bald and certainly had no hair at all.

Keysa looked up at the face of David who was putting on an innocent face. "Somewhat like Ipin lo at all," spray while laughing out loud. This certainly succeeded in making Nindhi and Daffa laugh out loud. Very amusing.

"Biarin, wlee," David said as he stuck out his tongue, softened.

The next second the four of them broke down. Making many pairs of eyes that were on the cantina turned towards the four people who were still laughing out loud. There was no sign of him if they would stop his laughter.

Without them realizing from earlier they were being noticed Darel Arsenio. He was sitting alone at the end of the canteen. Darel held onto his chest which suddenly felt extremely tight. There is a sense of unwillingness if Keysa is close to a man other than himself. Pain, tightness, and pain mixed into one in his heart.

Darel did not know what the cause was, but surely his chest felt very tight because he saw Keysa laughing out loud with a guy other than himself. And worse yet that guy is his twin, David Arsenio.

Why does that guy have to be my twin?

Why don't I sit next to Keysa?

I should be sitting next to Keysa, not my twin.

Am I jealous of my twin? I don't know, I don't know either.

Darel silently sculpted. Suddenly he became reminded of the song that last night he had heard through earphones. Why is that song so representative of his current feelings huh? The song is called 'Should I'm'. Darel closed his eyes as he remembered the lyrics of the song.

'I'm not happy, seeing you happy with her

I'm hurt, can't get you completely

I got hurt, saw you making out with him

'I'm not happy, seeing you happy

I should have been there, with you and not him

It should be me you love and not him

You should know that my love is more than her

What you should have chosen was not him

Shortly thereafter Darel awoke from his daydream. He ruffled his hair in frustration before finally getting out of his seat and leaving the increasingly crowded cafeteria. Darel is very sorry for going to Kantin. He should not have obeyed his best friend.

Who else if not Daffa?

Keysa looked around him and suddenly his eyes were fixed on Darel, who was now walking in reverse direction to leave the canteen. Keysa's forehead immediately wrinkled, confused.

Why didn't he join this table?

Why did he leave the cafeteria?

To be honest, Keysa was actually very sad when Darel did not greet him. Keysa also did not actually hope in greeting Darel, but why did Keysa feel if Darel's attitude suddenly became strange? Or maybe just his feelings? I don't know if he doesn't know that either.

Nindhi clapped Keysa's arm slowly. "Lo see what the hell, Key?" Nindhi asked curiously. Because from earlier Keysa just silent while staring at the chair that is located at the end of the canteen, where Darel had sat there.

Sontak Keysa turned to Nindhi. She smiled back, she cleared her throat slowly before answering the question Nindhi had just asked. "Eum, it's Darel why go to the cafeteria?" Keysa asked hesitantly.

"Most also go to class to draw, my twin will really like the name of the drawing," cried David, next he re-inserted his remaining little bricks into his mouth.

Daffa nodded in confirming. "Yes, really," Daffa agreed. Keysa was just a jolly person without any intention to answer David and Daffa just now. Although he was a little incredulous at David's answer just now.

Keysa is now putting the last two best-seller books on the library shelf. A second later he breathed a sigh of relief. How not? Now the task of organizing the books in the library is done. Kontan he smiled, of course because he is currently happy not to play. The palm of his right hand was raised to wipe away the sweat that soaked his temple.

"Finally done too" Keysa said softly.

Keysa twisted his body, he swept back the entire library room. However, his eyes only saw three people. Two girls and one guy, they're busy reading and writing books.

The first one is a girl in a ponytail, the second there is a girl with glasses. Both are busy reading and writing. And lastly there is a handsome guy who is now busy studying mathematics, his name is Agra Alvino, he is one of his classmates. Bookworms are nicknames given by his friends, he is also one of the most wanted and he is also very handsome on par with Darel, David, and Daffa, as well, no wonder so many women love it.

When Keysa's sweet smile faded because he didn't see the one he was looking for, why did Keysa think about the guy so constantly, huh? Somehow Keysa remembered the incident when he was in the cafeteria with three friends. Keysa is still confused because Darel did not join the table he occupied.

Keysa should be happy because he doesn't exist, right?

Why does he seem so nervous now?

His feelings were a little bit of a fuss, but he didn't know it.

Why isn't Darel here today, at the library, huh? Ask in the heart.

Keysa cut his lips funny. Keysa pulled his wavy hair back. "Ah, why am I thinking of Darel?" Keysa mumbled softly. It's free that he's looking, anyway he doesn't know the whereabouts of Darel—it's very likely that the guy has gone home.

Keysa's right hand stretched out to reach for his beloved blue backpack, and he put it on both shoulders. He stepped casually towards the bus stop which was in front of his school, he looked around, seen already rare students who passed by because the bell had rung four hours ago.

Keysa turned his face towards the basketball court which sounded very boisterous, seen the basketball court was filled by the twelfth class who were training. All the guys who were there were clearly handsome, considering that the twelve class of guys were indeed handsome and charming faces of course. But Keysa is not interested in any of them or any of them.

Keysa continued his delayed steps, occasionally he hummed a little while enjoying the breeze that swept her beautiful face, her hair that was beautifully scattered was flying around because of the wind. The heat of the sun was not so pungent—remember that the day had begun afternoon.

Once at the stop, Keysa was immediately given the long bench that was available. Twenty-four minutes he waited, but the bus did not come, automatically his mind was immediately confused. To be honest, he was very tired and wanted to sleep right now. Keysa glanced at the light blue watch that was beautifully placed on his wrist, the clock was four o'clock, he breathed violently.

Does he have to walk home? Or order an ojek online? Or just order a taxi online? Ah I don't know, Keysa was also confused himself.

Keysa has not yet moved from his seat, he intends to wait another five minutes. For a moment Keysa seemed to close his eyes when he felt the heat of the sun that did not sting his skin. His palms were raised to fan in front of his face. Keysa hoped that the stifling he was feeling was quickly gone.

A man riding his ninja motorbike in deep blue seemed to stop right in front of the stop in front of Keysa. The tall guy got off his bike, the next second he was seen removing his full face helmet he was wearing. Looking very handsome face, his hair also looks disheveled. The guy was wearing a twelfth-grade sports uniform.

And do not forget that the shirt is wet because of the sweat that flooded— considering that he ran out of sports, so yes it's natural. Yeah, he's one of those guys who was on the field playing basketball with his classmates. Shortly thereafter, the roar of the motor echoes—some of them wearing the same sportswear of the man.