GRIES: Maskman

2. Whats is Friend?

At night, Gries looks for Disa's number in the school group. Soon he got it. Without further ado, he immediately called Disa who was working on an assignment.

"Hello, Dis," said Gries.

"Yeah, hello. Who's this, huh?" replied Disa from the other side.

"I, G. Your number is from the class group."

"Loh? How can you call me. What's wrong, G?" Disa got interested. He lay down on the bed.

"I've been confused since school. Why does your friend Belly sound like a trumpet?"

Disa NGACENG (Laugh out loud). "Don't be like that, G. So-so too beautiful, you know. Surely you like her, huh?"

"What the hell? Where do I like him. What I wonder is, why are people like him always annoying? Especially when they're screaming. I want to punch people like that."

"You called me just to talk about the Duck?" asked Disa with a small laugh.

"Not really, really. There's a question that makes me really confused. I've been thinking about it since this morning and haven't been able to get an answer."

"What is it?"

"Why when we eat, we can't breath?"

"Let's start, it's not clear."

"Seriously, Dis! Then, why do you guys like to talk about widows when you get together? Even though there is a wife at home?"

"How can you say that?"

"Last night, when I was patrolling with the gentlemen, they were talking about the Indonesian Widow Herang group on Facebook."

Disa clapping. Still surprised by the man who called him.

"I want to ask, G. How many children are you?"

"I happen to be the thirteenth of 24 siblings."

Disa bought. "Huh? Seriously?"

"By coincidence."

"s**t. I was fooled!"

"Do you eat with your mind or your hands?"

"What kind of stupid question is that?"

"It's just guesswork," Gries explained. Then, he laughed so hard that it surprised Disa from the other side. Disa also laughed because her laughter was contagious.

•••

One time when Gries first came to the cafeteria to look around while reading a math book, he sat alone in a corner. Two men who saw him yesterday came up to him.

"G. Do you remember me?" said a man with short hair.

The curly-haired man patted his friend's cheek gently. "Stupid! Questions like that will not be answered by him. Did you forget, Ras?"

"You don't have to nag too much, Mbe!" groaned the short-haired man, then looked at Gries. "Why did you move?"

"There is a cave that asked the two of you. Why did you move?" Gries said not looking. "Why did you come here? Why did you leave me alone in Jakarta? You know, my only friends are you. Is it because I made a mistake that you are both afraid of me? I thought, when I was in prison, both of you would come every day. But where? Where were you? Huh? When I needed you there, where were you? You bastards!" said Gries furiously. "The reason I came here; to this school, just to meet you. Don't ask me why I got out of prison. Because you won't care. What is clear, my purpose here is for you!" Gries stared intently at the two people in front of him.

"Sorry," begged the short haired man named Rashabagas with a pitiful face in front of Gries. "I know what I did was wrong. While I'm here, I always think about you. I'm really sorry for you, G!"

"Me too. Every night, every time I think of you, I take the time to look at our photos on i********:. I want you to forgive us both, G!" added the curly guy named Ramkeydie.

"So, what is a friend, Race?" Gries asked looking intently at Race, then at Ram as well. "Ram. Do you know what solidarity means?"

The two of them were silent.

"Don't come near me again, before the two of you can answer my questions!" Gries stood up from his seat, then stepped away from them.

Just as Gries was about to leave the cafeteria, Belly stopped him.

"Oi, oi, oi! Stop first. I want to ask you a question," said Belly, stopping her with the palm of a god. The trumpet-like sound was very annoying to Gries' ears.

Gris squeaked. Getting rid of the short body in front of him is like pushing foam.

The girl with sexy lips and her hair tied up beautifully, came from behind. Her name is Giska, who instigated Belly to help her get to know Gries.

"Wait a minute!" his orders. Gries looked at Giska with annoyance. His teeth squeaked inside the mask. But he kept trying to be patient. "Could you sit down for me for a bit?" Giska asked.

Gris frowned. Assuming it was unclear what Giska said. "Get out of the way," Gries hissed.

Giska even spread her arms blocking. "Sit down first, then you can get out of the cafeteria."

"Get out of the way!" Gries's snarl scared Giska.

Gris walked straight. Leaving the two people to sneer about him. The girls in the cafeteria were also afraid of his treatment of women. Gries also became a hot material for people to go out.

While on the stairs, Gries met Disa. Disa looked at Gries with a smile, Gries didn't respond at all.

"Why is he like that, huh?" asked Giska.

"Yeah, I don't know. It's Elu, anyway! Why are you trying to get to know everyone like that," snapped Belly.

"From his eyes you can see that he is handsome. That's why I had thoughts of getting to know him."

"Handsome, handsome. What if his lips are swollen? Or do you have two big teeth like a rabbit? Or maybe there's a lot of pimples behind the mask? Then he covers it with a mask just to make it look cool?" Belly pouted.

"You can't be like that with people. You don't even have a face. Ha ha...."

"f**k! Are you making a fuss?" challenged Belly.

Disa approached them both. Hugging his two friends from behind. "What's the matter, friend? You guys are making a lot of noise, right. Better order some food. I'll treat it."

"Me too!" shouted Race from the corner.

"I want it too, Dis!" Ram too.

"Yes, come and join," said Disa.

"Hi, Baby," said Ram to Belly.

"Baby, Baby. I'm not a pig, Dog!" Belly removed Ram's hand from her shoulder.

"Having a very fierce girlfriend."

"You don't have to smack me can you?" threatened Belly clenching her fists.

On the other hand, Ras is trying for Giska. "Giska. You're a girl, and I'm a boy. Do you have any plans to have children?"

"You pervert, Race!" Giska replied.

"My name is, isn't it, Rashabagas. You're Giska Hypersex—"

"Hiversha, you i***t!"

"Well, that's it. Is there a name for our child later?"

Plaque! (a slap from Giska to Race).

"Is this a love slap, Gis?"

On the way to a lonely class; not a single person in sight. Gris kept walking. When he passed grade 11 IPA 4, he was forcibly pulled by three people into an empty classroom.