PrincesAuntum

My encounter with him was a blessing because he showed me another side of this world that I have not seen before. Our acquaintance was a joyful one because he transformed me into a flawless girl despite having a number of imperfections myself. I was, by no means, a quintessential girl. I was an eyesore to everyone. Even so, had I been able to turn back the hands of time, I would prevent our existence from being known to each other. There were so many things that I have lost because of him. He was a boy that would always be in my memory. I would never bury my hatchet.

UNFORGIVEN BOY (ENG)

"He's a murderer! He's a destroyer of people's relationships!"


I screamed in terror as Arya fell to the ground from Ricky's punch. Ricky looked at me coldly, then pulled my hand so I was behind him.


"It's not patchouli! Patchouli is mine! Remember that!" he said coldly with emphasis. Arya slowly stood up, the two of them looked at each other, which succeeded in making the children in the field hunt us.


"Once again, you touch my girl. You're done!"


Ricky immediately pulled me away from that place. He was ignoring the screams of his evil friends. After getting away from that place, he released his grip roughly. His gaze was still the same, so cold and painful.


He walked closer until our bodies were level. Slowly... he put his mouth to my ear then whispered; "The thing I hate the most in this world is... when someone else touches mine."


I can only watch him leave and just disappear behind the corridors of the School. Again... I feel like repeating everything from scratch. Again... Ricky is back like when we first met.


Currently, Arya and I are in a cafe not far from Pelita Mulya High School. After Ricky left me, saying something that gave me goosebumps, Arya, who happened to be there, immediately forced me to come with him. Even... Genta and Lala also support Arya's decision. And what's even more stupid, I... want to be invited by him. What if Ricky finds out? Ricky didn't like Arya. But... why do I think about that?


"Hah?" I asked as I heard his voice in a higher pitch. He smiled broadly while pushing several plates of burgers, fries, and other things toward me.


"No... I'm not hungry." I answered. I was hugging my bag like I was scared of him. Afraid? Honestly... I feel more comfortable with Arya than Ricky. But I don't know, and my little heart always wants to stay away from him. I don't even know why.


"Are you still thinking about what Ricky said?" guessed it. I just kept quiet, didn't reply. Because honestly... I can't help but assume.


"He's a child, and you don't have to think about it. Temperamental, selfish, and cruel... you know, he deserves to be in a Mental Hospital, not a school. I'm so confused, uncle Haris. Why is he just watching his son like that!" he heard Arya's story, it seemed... he knew Ricky well. But why... both seem to hate each other. It was as if they never knew each other. Is it because of that?


"About what you said... may I ask?" I asked carefully. Arya was still engrossed in the burger with the sauce smudged in her mouth, then she nodded. Ricky and Arya... of course, two guys with different personalities. Arya is so cheerful and friendly, also pays attention to every detail of her appearance. Meanwhile Ricky? No need to ask.


28 -A