"What do you really think of me, Kaf?"
"Do I have to talk to you so many times before you want to do what I want?"
Thea was constantly grumbling, nagging, cranky, beside Kafka who could only massage his forehead because he was tired of the girl's babbling. In all the years she had been in a relationship with Atthera, it seemed like the girl had never ranted to the point of making her head feel like exploding. Why was Thea getting more and more annoying?
"Yes. I'm sorry, okay?" the man said resignedly.
Thea, who realized that her behavior was annoying and enough to make Kafka uncomfortable around her, immediately changed her face as if she was sorry for bothering her earlier. If she continued to forget her sexiness, Kafka might slowly drift away from her. Thea knew very well that Kafka was the type of man who didn't like chatty girls. Just look at Atthera.
"I apologize, okay? I didn't mean to nag like before. I won't nag anymore, seriously," she said pretentiously, while gently stroking the hair of Kafka who was sitting next to her. His hand slowly descended on Kafka's cheek, continuing to the man's firm jaw. Meanwhile, Kafka just enjoyed every touch given by Thea with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes when Thea's hand touched her lips. The girl smiled meaningfully which Kafka returned with a smirk of her own. Thea, who got the signal from Kafka, moved her head closer to Kafka who had tilted her head. When their lips were ready to meet, how surprised they were when the door to the student council room suddenly opened to reveal Sena with Sankara right beside him.
Damn! Why did Kafka forget that today there would be a meeting between extracurricular representatives at school. Kafka knew that Sena was the field leader of the Pmr extracurricular activity. But why was the person he hated the most present in this room?
He who quickly realized his intimate position with Thea, quickly stood up and adjusted his tie briefly. Sena walked up to the two with a lopsided smile. He threw a frivolous look as his eyes collided with Thea's.
"Cool."
Yes, that was the first thing that came out of Sena's lips. Trying to ignore Sena who was now berating Thea, Kafka turned to Sankara who was still standing in front of the door with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"What are you doing here?" asked Kafka dislikingly.
"I'm definitely not here to kiss another girl," Sankara replied sarcastically.
"Get out. This room doesn't accept school trash like you, and you!" Kafka pointed at Sena. Instead of responding with emotion, Sena laid her butt down on the same chair as Thea.
"Do you think this school accepts students who do perverted things? Before you call people names, you should look at yourself first!" Sena retorted, which made Kafka hiss.
"Sweet, huh, the chairman of the committee's lips?" he asked smiling sweetly at a worried Thea, then in a split second his face changed to a surprised expression, "Oh, or did you guys not make out just yet? Poor thing," he continued with a pitying look with a shake of his head.
Then Sena threw a code to Sankara which was immediately caught by the man. Sankara knew that Sena wanted to annoy Kafka and Thea with their annoying behavior. So, playing around with them for a while might not be a bad thing.
"Have you ever, San, been alone with another girl in a quiet place, while your girl is sick?" asked Sena pretending to Sankara who was now walking towards the chair where the student council president usually sat. A sarcastic scene ensued.
"As trashy as I am, I never hurt a girl's feelings. Especially to the point of playing back," Sankara replied with his eyes not leaving Kafka. He deliberately emphasized the word trash in his sentence.
"Oh, so if you're trashy, then the person who did it is even more trashy, right?" Sena teased even more. Ah, it had been a long time since he felt like this. Making other people annoyed or even angry because of him was something that made Ansena happy.
Alright, Kafka will follow the two's game. The fear of Sena or Sankara revealing the incident to Atthera had disappeared somewhere. Her pride was at stake now, and that was more important than anything.
"Do you know Thea, that there is something more trashy than that?" Now it was her turn to open her voice. Suddenly it made Thea feel like she had the strength to fight against Sena who had been silent while insulting her that the girl said she was nothing more than a lowly woman who often peddled on the streets.
"What?"
Kafka realized that Sankara was currently looking at him uneasily. It could be read from the man's movements. For some reason Kafka always liked seeing his half-brother suffer, especially because of him. Kafka still remembered how much he laughed when he managed to push Sankara into the well when they were both children. Sankara was only able to fight him when they stepped on the blue uniform aka smp, before that the boy could only cry, scream, and cower under the bed when he or his Mama tortured Sankara. It was a moment that Kafka always wanted to repeat.
"A child born out of wedlock."
"You mean an illegitimate child?"
Thea did not understand the meaning and purpose of the words that came out of Kafka's mouth. Why was he suddenly talking about illegitimate children which was out of context? She thought Kfka was going to say that there was something more to be said of trash, namely the trash of society. It seemed to be the same with Sena who was now wearing a confused expression. How shocked the two girls were when in a split second Kafka's body was thrown across the table in front of them by Sankara's raw thrashing.
"Kafka!" shrieked Thea hysterically. She rushed over to Kafka who had her lip torn off and was bleeding. But unfortunately, Kafka pushed her tiny body away. Meanwhile, Sena had no intention of calming Sankara, who he knew very well that the man was angry, no matter what. There seemed to be something wrong here.
"Why? You don't accept me calling you a bastard?" Kafka mumbled as he roughly wiped the blood from his lips.
That made Sankara angry again and without replying any more prepared to punch Kafka. But unfortunately, Sankara's fist was held in the air by a hand that suddenly held him with a force that was no less powerful than his.
"Att," Sankara muttered very quietly.
It would be a lie if he wasn't surprised by the girl's sudden presence like lightning. But not only that, he also did not expect that Atthera would show behavior that clearly made anyone gape at her. Usually most women would be willing to get hit in order to be a shield for the man they loved. Atthera might have been able to pretend to do that, but the girl fought back.
Sankara's hand was knocked away by Atthera. The girl turned to Kafka who was silent watching her. Atthera knew that Kafka would ask questions after this. But so be it, Atthera was tired of having to keep hiding like a coward. She accidentally heard the commotion in the osis room when she passed by earlier. She never thought that it would be her boyfriend and best friend.
Atthera chuckled as Thea forcefully turned Kafka's body to face her as if not giving Atthera a chance to talk to Kafka. Without saying another word, Atthera chose to walk away from there rather than seeing her boyfriend being given more attention by another girl. And, yes. There was no sign of Kafka going after her.
"You're both trash, no need to demonize each other," snapped a man who had just entered the room to coincide with Atthera's exit. Gema, the osis chairman who witnessed all the events from beginning to end, of course through the school cctv. Including the inappropriate behavior that Kafka and Thea were about to do. Gema really didn't like the chairman of the committee who always acted cocky. Just being the head of an extracurricular activity is so annoying. How about being president?
"Yailah, the most trashy one came too. Where did you come from bro?" Sankara asked Gema kindly. While the one asked actually hissed sarcastically at him which made Sankara chuckle lightly. The two of them were indeed quite good friends because they hung out in a stall near their school. Although Gema tended to be cynical towards him, outside of school, the bespectacled man who had a spicy mouth like chili could be cool when hanging out together. That's why Sankara never took offense to Gema's words because he was a good man who certainly never abused his power.
"I didn't invite you here, you idiot, you quit," said Gema unmitigatedly, "And you, I invited the general chairman, not the field chairman," he added to Sena.
"Yes-yes-yes," Sena replied lazily.
"Unplug Sen," Sankara invited, which Sena immediately followed. Before he left, Sankara tapped Gema's shoulder and whispered a line, "I'm waiting for the video," he whispered which Gema immediately nodded at. It was not a difficult thing.
"You're taking too long, Gem," Sankara reprimanded, the man looking for a chair that had the words chairman of the disciplinary commission usually attached to it.
"You're the one who came quickly," she said briefly. Gema chuckled because it turned out that there were still other people besides the two of them. Don't forget that Gema is a perfectionist, "I think you understand why I kicked those two out of this room," he quipped.
Thea rolled her eyes lazily, "I'm out, okay? I'll wait in class," she said softly to Kafka who gave a faint smile.
"What a jerk you are, Kaf," said Gema shortly after Thea left. Of course Kafka fully understood the meaning of that fleeting remark.
"None of your business."
"Sure. And don't forget that I still like Atthera. If you can't make her happy, I'm ready to do anything for her happiness. I'm not as stupid as you, who obviously already got diamonds, but you're still busy picking chili seeds."
Kafka could no longer reply to Gema's words. Not only was he lazy to argue, Kafka also knew he would never win when arguing with the perfectionist man. But believe me, deep down, Kafka actually had no intention of leaving Atthera at uks earlier. He obeyed Thea's words only because he didn't want his girlfriend to be hurt even more.
"Damn," Kafka fidgeted.