"Standalone. What are you doing here?" greeting.
Someone stopped right in front of me, then took off his helmet. I was shocked to see this one figure. Really can't believe the buzz news three weeks ago was true. Oh. I witnessed it myself today.
"Dafid, is it you? I... I'm from Calissa's house and now waiting for my chauffeur." My voice caught in my throat because I was nervous. It felt like my blood flow suddenly stopped.
"Why do you look so worried?" he got off the motorbike.
"Aaaaahhh! it is okay."
"Good. I thought you were scared because of my condition." David took a few steps forward and tried to approach me.
"Why would I be afraid?" I took two steps back.
"Then why did you back off?" he walked up to me again.
"No. I'm not afraid," I said, quickly stepping back again.
"I know, you're lying, honey. I'm not mad at your honesty, just tell me you're scared to see my horrific changes now. Come here Alea, hug me! I want us to go back again..." he laughed loudly feeling insulted by my sudden expression. -suddenly back off.
"Sorry, I can't take you anymore. First, I don't have any feelings anymore. Second, I can't get back with my ex."
"Come on, Alea! Today you are very tempting, more beautiful." This time he poked my arm with his finger.
"Where are your manners with women? You touch me one more time, I'm going to scream now."
"Cheap women don't have to be afraid to be touched! Or do you want to pay me a night's sleep?" he threw money in my face and it flew in the air.
"Stop it, David! I'm not as bad as you think." I almost burst into tears because those words pierced my heart.
I am not strong. I immediately ran out of the area, and my hand immediately reached into my bag and took out my cellphone to call Abu again.
Finally heard his voice, I ordered him to pick me up right now. I told him the street address where I was now which was far from Calissa's house. My stride was long enough that I didn't feel like running this far.
Abu's car was spotted and stopped right in front of me. Abu tried to apologize for not answering my calls. I rushed inside, then sat in the back seat and calmed myself in fright.
Gradually, my eyes half-closed repeating the memories that happened earlier. Dafid is my ex-boyfriend, the son of a regional official in Singapore. I decided one month ago before that bad accident happened to him.
The story is quite tragic and very horrendous School three weeks ago. Father Dafid is a corruptor so he must be in prison for several years. The police confiscated the house, car, and all facilities, causing mom Dafid to fall into a deep depression. Mom Dafid had to be treated in a mental hospital now.
The embarrassment and pressure that David felt made him ride his motorbike at high speed that afternoon. As a result, he hit an oil transport truck and his face was crushed on the right side of his neck, due to the explosion of the truck.
I opened my eyes again and stared out the windshield. Some street children seemed to be playing together, some were singing.
But everyone seemed to be smiling happily. I exhaled heavily. Suddenly, jealousy creeps deep into my heart. Oh, Allah, street children can have fun and smile, while I?
***
"Alea! It turns out you're here." A very loud scream almost broke my eardrums. The noodle that was about to go into my mouth was delayed in surprise.
I turned my head. Good grief. "Stop startling me, Calissa." my eyes bulged.
"I've been looking for you in every corner of the school. I almost ran out of breath going up dozens of stairs."
"What are you looking for?" I asked surprised.
"You don't know, do you? All the students are busy making support boards for you and Liam."
"What's a support board for? I don't understand," I said confusedly.
"Are you pretending to forget or forgetting? Remember last week your agreement with Liam about the basketball challenge?"
"What?!" My eyes widen.
"Oh, Calissa how is this? I forgot the basketball game starts today. I don't think a week is enough." I slapped my forehead red because I felt senile like an old granny.
I bit my lower lip. "I really can't understand it, the match succeeded in causing an uproar for a school."
Calissa pulled my arm in a hurry towards the basketball court. Our eyes scanned the surroundings intently, seeing a large-scale billboard with my and Liam's photos stretching out from end to end. Other knick-knacks are available in large quantities.
Certainly, the audience cannot be counted watching the match later. I closed my eyes imagining all the students sitting there screaming hysterically, each one siding with his choice, letting out a huge shout of passionate encouragement. Senior and junior college students will be watching.
The field has been so beautifully made—whether this was Liam's idea or another student's. Thinking of all the things that would happen today, I started to sweat. My hands immediately grabbed my loose hair, ready to roll it up. But at that moment someone pushed my hand forward so as not to curl my hair.
"Hair is a woman's crown, so let it loose freely. You don't deserve him to be tied down and tortured."
I turned my head. Damn it, why him again?
"You have no right to stop me from tying my hair." I snapped at him in a curt tone.
But instead, the man took something out of his hand and put it on my head, This is better. "I'm sure you'll be prettier with this headband."