Nusa Feels Embarrassed

In the ivory white room, El is now looking straight out the window. His mind was now divided into several parts, considering that Alvira was struggling to beg to give her a sedative capsule, of course, he wouldn't just give it away. I don't know, he's afraid things will fall apart again.

Ting (sound of incoming message on mobile)

El turned his gaze to the phone.

| message room |

+62...

Hi Bara? This is Nusa, save my number and don't delete it.

| message room ends |

El raised an eyebrow in wonder where the girl got his cell phone number from. Ah yes, he almost forgot. It must be Mario or Reza. The two boys must have casually given out his phone number to a lot of girls.

Mario and Reza always say that El has a partner to share the love with. Considering that Reza's ex-girlfriend was nothing more than a matter of fingers, the dozens of girls he had conquered --ah yes but not with Alvira-- made El feel a little bit that his friend was a playboy who was good at seducing. Mario is the same as Reza, who has many ex-girlfriends. The difference is, Mario is a little more loyal.

Without any intention of replying to the message, El put his cellphone back in his pants pocket and turned to take the motorbike keys. It seemed like this was the most tiring day of the middle of the year, he needed something to cheer himself up.

Wearing a black leather jacket to cover the school uniform that is still attached to the body. High School was supposed to be the most amazing thing, but it wasn't for El. According to him, in this High School period, it is nothing more than living life properly, not just a place to hang out where you spend a lot of time talking to each other while enjoying a cup of coffee.

He put on his helmet and started the motorbike at standard speed. He is lucky because Mira is currently busy taking care of a big spoiled baby named Alvira. If not, Mira has certainly prohibited El from leaving the house before cleaning his body first. Just got home, was about to play outside again, that's his habit.

His main destination now is a coffee shop. Usually, every man from any group should not escape the presence of a coffee shop that is used as the most comfortable place in their lives. Apart from cheap food, they don't have to think about how long they want to spend there.

The place's name is ENCIKOPI. One of the places that many men with big motorbikes like, including El. But make no mistake, they never discriminate against anyone who comes with a Vespa or an ordinary motorbike. But the number is still more dominant, the men who are there use big motorbikes, but don't hesitate to join just because they use different motorbikes.

Yes, their way of thinking is of course relaxed like this, not wanting to be arrogant. They welcome them openly, and there has never been a fight based on just a motorcycle difference.

El took off the helmet that protected his head, then put it on the motorbike.

The atmosphere of the coffee shop is currently quite crowded, with many other friends there just talking or drinking coffee while waiting for the sunset to end. The meaning of the word 'friend' this time is quite different.

"Hey El, welcome!"

One of the men who had the same leather jacket as he began to greet excitedly.

"How are you?" asked the man while patting El lightly on the shoulder, as if to tell the few people who were looking at them that he and El had entered close friend status.

El with a cold face just shrugged his shoulders feeling unconcerned, feeling that it was a ridiculous question in the world when he looked fine, why ask again? "Need to be answered or not, Dra?" he answered the question again, sitting down in one of the empty chairs where a group of men was playing poker.

His name is Candra Adibanyu. Yes, Javanese descendants whose wealth was pioneered to the next generation. Adibanyu's title can't be compared to Adalard's, but the boutique business that sells various kinds of batik makes Candra's life never let the feeling of 'lack ness' settle in his life. Candra is very good at socializing with many people and eventually became the head of a big motorcycle gang in Jakarta, really cool.

"If you lose, your motorbike will be mine, right?" said one of them with a small chuckle, playing poker cards with all their advantages when winning is the most fun thing, yes they do make bets.

"And if I win, your ATM card will be mine. How?" continued another, this one-man glued the card so that it went deeper into his hand so that no one peeked.

"Cheating, your demand is greater than mine. I have a lot of ATM cards, not worth the price of your motorbike." protested the man next to him who disagreed. Of course, no one agrees if the motorbike is exchanged for all the balances on the ATM card.

"My motorbike is expensive too." replied the man again.

El rolled his eyes as he listened to the small talk. "I'm playing along," he said causing everyone present to turn to look at him in unison. To be honest, El never followed the bet from the poker cards they held once a month.

It's been almost 3 years since El joined them, but he prefers never to touch a poker card again. He said that now he doesn't like things that smell like gambling, even though it's just an alibi.

"What do you have, El? You want to play cards with us?" said Candra, surprised to see El who arbitrarily took all the cards in his friends' hands, intending to repeat the game by shuffling the cards from the beginning.

"I'm just playing cards with you guys just for fun, but I'm not taking part in betting."

Everyone here also knew that El wasn't a bad boy, even to bet he had no taste and interest.

The game restarts. El starts dealing poker cards with five other players.

While on the other hand...

Nusa looked at the drawing paper in front of her. Her right hand is supporting her chin even more while her left hand is busy tapping her head gently with a pencil.

"I want to draw, but I can't draw." She muttered with a disappointed sigh, then glanced at her cellphone which had no notification sound from someone she had been waiting for for a long time.

She ruffled her hair in frustration, then hit her forehead back a little harder with the bottom end of the pencil. "Stupid stupid idiot, you are so stupid Nusa. Why do you follow Mario's completely useless advice?" she muttered to herself, feeling that perhaps Mario was the only one who could compromise on her feelings.

Throwback

Again, Nusa stopped by the coffee shop where Rehan worked. And yes, there's no need to guess who's there anymore. Yes, Mario and Reza. The two men were arm wrestling.

"If you lose, buy me five cups of coffee okay?" said Reza with a red face trying to beat Mario's hand, he tried desperately to hold his best friend's hand. Of course, he didn't want to lose because victory always had a prize!

"Good, you want to die from consuming too much caffeine, right?"

"Why are you praying for me to die?" Reza asked in annoyance, then weakened his hand's rebuttal causing him to lose. "I'm too lazy to play with you, I'd rather just play with El." he continued as if sulking because he was annoyed with Mario's words.

As for Mario? he just chuckled. "You are with him, where he is unbeatable. El is very hard to beat, I was surprised because maybe El just doesn't have feelings."

Reza nodded in agreement with what Mario said.

Mario smirked. "Meaning, this time I won right? Yes, I got a contact from the girl I'm interested in. Thank you very much God." he said, now smelling the smell of victory that could be smelled very clearly.

"What? Not true! I'm not ready yet!" Reza did not agree with what Mario said.

I always like that. Nusa stepped towards their seats, then landed his ass right next to Mario.

"Hi." Nusa greeted softly, trying to mediate the ridiculous bickering between them.

Due to Nusa's presence, the two men immediately turned around and stopped their quarrel.

"Eh, Nusa? What are you doing here?" Reza asked.

Nusa chuckled a little at Reza's ridiculous expression. "I came here because I was waiting for Rehan's working hours to end. I should be the one asking you, why do you seem to be here almost every day?" She asked curiously. Moreover, when she met Mario and Reza, El was not with them. It made her feel an extraordinary strangeness.

"This is our basecamp, so it's like a big obligation to come here, otherwise something seems to be missing," Mario said while hugging Reza familiarly, he explained. His smile is so warm. Ah, but according to Nusa nothing special. She was only interested in their other friend.

Who else if not...

"You must be looking for El."

Nusa blinked his eyes, feeling that his guess was right on target. "Eh?"

"You're really cute, no wonder El is interested in you," Reza said while nodding his head, who knows what he understood.

"Do not be stupid," Mario said while rubbing Reza's face roughly. This friend likes to talk about things that are different from reality. Annoying. Fortunately, Nusa is not the type of girl like Priska, then she will raise the war flag.

"Do you want El's phone number?" Mario continued asking Nusa while raising his eyebrows.

Nusa nodded her head happily. Who doesn't want to get Elbara's phone number? of course, she would accept it!

Reza shook his head. "But I like your style, Mario. I support you to be closer to El and Nusa, let's hurry!"

Mario punched the air enthusiastically. "This is El's number, write it down quickly."

Nusa quickly entered El's phone number into her cell phone.

"Try talking to El, usually if you treat him with warm feelings, chances are El's cold feelings will melt away."

Throwback off

Nusa rolled her eyes. Melt how? El who was there did not intend to reply to her message in the slightest.

"Mario humiliated me in front of El, AAAAAA I'M SO SHAME," shouted Nusa while covering his face with a pillow. A pink tinge spread to her ears.

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