To Murder your Love

To Study the Bad

 “Watch out, Amanda!”

(Bam!)

Amanda Suyono sits on the lap of Leo Gunadi, the last incident I have expected to be really happening on board. He catches her off-guard, nearly costing her a beauty by a scratch under her nose, but the big bad brawn snatched her from the fall. It was a lucky strike, actually, but that smelly-man was blessed enough to have her right on.

(Pop!)

Leo Gunadi lifts her up without muttering a word. She is blushing so hard right now, but this dumb-ass sack of meat left her off to go outside the class, all while the woman forgot to utter her gratitude for saving her career at the same time.

And this is the life of love that will be shown up between those two, with myself in the middle.

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Another thursday for one other expressive day. 

She is neither flinch nor holding the breath for hunting her eyes towards the man of her day. Amanda looks at Leo Gunadi like an alien from another world, but much into the kind of handsome and knightly type for one that she is looking for in years of her short seven of life. I can’t expect a turn-tables like this, God. Why do you have to bring me a hellish form of pain?

And why do I have to chase Amanda if she doesn’t get an interest towards me at all?

‘I want to teach you something for this investigation to succeed, Yuda. That’s why.’

He explains the reason immediately, right now as I demanded actual response from him at once. I have spoken on why he kept intruding my privacy, like for myself to fantasize of when my pee-pee framed to perfection, for example to the issue. The ugly duckling should be grown up fully, but the old man prevented it to be a white swan for the sole pleasure of this kid.

‘For that, you have to concentrate more to this mission, Yuda. You’re dead, remember?’

Thanks for reminding me, dad. Anyway, does being a bad boy would have to be in that way, God?

‘Well, what do you think of bad boy from my perspective, Yuda?’

No straight-up s****l activity, maybe? Since you’re a God, why would he wanted me to be bad?

‘I never told you I’m God, am I? Just do what you suppose to be best, that’s my suggestion. Being bad boy would also be pleasing in a way.’

(Poof!)

He’s gone, making me confused like a twisted donut. You know, the one with collided-sticks on the top, buttered and sprinkled by lots of sugar for the glitter?

(zip!)

‘It’s bagel.’

(Poof)

No, you’re awfully wrong, God-pretender, you’re truly wrong.

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As usual, I have collected hundred marks in every single one of my test. It is started to be boring for me, I have sometimes added 98 as I put a false answer that I was intended. That sort of play was to ensure I'll have fun over my achievements so far. Meanwhile, most of my teachers got impressed by how expansive my knowledge is, with several that I have to revised like for the information on our president of 2009 would be two years prior. 

For the two love-birds out there, Amanda is doing her best to conquer Leo and his ignorance, but the shyness of herself holds the young woman back to achieve the goals. She stares at him deeply as if it swallows the man by her gaze. She was following his muscles top-to-toe, hoping to generate a dirty fantasy with him in an instant. 

Well, mostly about her wearing Leo’s palms, not the other sort of ‘dirty’ I have learned as an adult.

Nevertheless, all of them is happening right before me.

“So, what are you not knowing yet, Amanda?” I tried to snatch her attention because of how pitiful I am ahead of the woman in-love right there.

(Pat-Pat-pat)

On the essence of her infinite glance towards the man, I’ve even attempting to do a complete set of seven nation’s army of white stripes’ most iconic song in front of her. It is the one I’ve always hear from the stands of football games’ chant, and I love it to the extreme. Those “dum-dumdumdumdumdum-dum” kind of rhythm is too catchy, it snares my heart from the first time I listened to the chorus.

“Hey....”

“Ah, sorry Yuda. I forgot to see you there.” She apologized, swiftly turning her head to the universe of learning right after. Amanda might have been thrilled by the intense pheromone of that man, She erased the stinky information that the gas particle has carried all along, only to replace it by a colorful perfume of 'Calvin Klein for kids’ she sprayed on her this day.

“So, to solve this, we have to...”

“....”

‘DUM-DUMDUMDUMDUMDUM-DUM’ it is.

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We are playing basketball today for PE class, a heavenly news for the grown-up teenager and our fiery-blast of testosterone down the balls. The rapid development of acnes over our faces increasing the need for sport events or any sort of activity to test our skills on the table. Because of it, we boys studied of how to dribble as speedy as a lamborghini, instantly memorizing how to pull a punch for the game. 

Damn, I don't realize he is there. Steven Gunawan is the man I skipped for the third grade, but played against in fourth as we are in combat on the field.

Time for a make-over, I guess. 

“Pass me, Steven!” Shouts Edel, one of my classmates, to him for a short pass over the line of three points. The prince of our field neatly dribbles the ball, intercepting each of the bounce to that beautiful face of his. He knows that his appearance is, in fact, too handsome to get caught and kissing the ball’s leather, so he learned this quickly to prevent such circumstances to happen.

However, he forgot to throw the ball to Edel as advised, so my humble-bragging me successfully steal the ball for ‘unintentionally’ hitting him on the head.

"Ouch!"

He rolls down to the ground as Mr. Susilo stops the game for awhile. I pretended to help him get up from the floor, while grinning in secret under my nose

”You okay, Steven?” I said to ease off the man’s injury.

“Nah, I’m fine.”

Bullshit, Steven. Your perfect nose is boiling red by the ball. Don't try to be so cool over me again or I'll punch your face straight down from my heart. 

On our side, as the game follows by the whistle, Leo has his own style to play along this time. He is one of my team-mates for the game we have, but not close to being an ace of our team this time around. We are fallen short of five against ten, mostly two pointers from either of the group, but not a small dip of it derived from Leo's doing. 

We can’t do much for three-pointers because of how tiny our grip is to the dimension of the ball, either. With the size of nearly two-fold of our head, it is purely impossible for us all to gain advantage in practice.

So here comes myself to demonstrate my knowledge of this game. I dribbled it down my crotch, bringing the ball to bounce across my thigh, while defending myself on the third point-line. Most of my friends gathering on the left-side corner, waiting for me to throw the ball forward. 

But it is not the stuff I wanted, so I pretend to see the ring for a shot to prepare. 

“Throw me the ball, Yuda!” Leo shouts over me, who rejects his position for eternity on my sight. He kept trying to be the man of our game, huh, despite how failed he is in delivering one. 

“Hey, Yuda, over here!”

“Ov-“

I dunk the damn 3 pointers, baby. One shot for your stinks, Leo.

But, no matter how much of three pointers I have taken, Amanda’s sight is still intact to the garbage wasteman. If he does two misses of lay-ups, she jumps out of shock. When he failed to drive the ball for two points extra, She cheered him up.

“Two to go, Leo!!” She desperately begging for Leo’s interest, but having none in exchange. He's still focused to myself and another three pointers that I safely-landed to the ring, mocking his thirst for fame and glory. 

(Priiiitttt!)

As the game ended with our win in hand, Mr. Susilo’s whistling up for the women to play a game. We are extremely disappointed, but agreed nonetheless to our teacher’s rulings. 

For us, we tried to look over the girl's way to play, even though all of the boys know how clumsy the girls on keeping the ball on their trail. 

“Damn it, Yuda. Don’t be so greedy! Give them to me, at least.” Leo snarled against me, yapping of his constant misfortune to fling a good game for his pride,” Next time, do something to give me balls, alright?”

“What if I’m not? Your shots are all miss, Leo.”

“Come on, today is our first. Next time, the game is mine.” He ensured to myself in empty smiles of his. Nah, I'm not fallen for you as the stupid woman does, punk. 

Well, as the girls’ game goes on, Amanda’s attention is still sticking to Leo’s whereabouts. She chose to pass the ball and ignoring the entire game than losing the sight of the beast. When he wants to urinate, her leering eyes learned of the movement and tails him to the end of destination. If he decides to go for canteen as the next, she would drive herself to immediately follows the trail.

He could lure her to hell, I’m certain. This woman is blinded by love. As for me? I sit on top of the world, shoved most of the ball into the ring, and she is neglecting my existence all the time. Why do I have to yearn for this woman’s love, then?

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It is the third consecutive afternoon for Amanda Suyono to trying her finest on replaying the romantic scene of her dream. She tripped herself, mind you on how she does the plot, but it is also the three times in a row for Leo to ignore her.

“Oww! It hurts!”

As the beautiful prince and my ‘unlucky’ shot to the face, her accurately-shaped nose goes brimming red by the direct fall to the floor.

(Whimper)

“Come on, Amanda! We need to see Mrs. Elena for your nose!” One of Amanda’s friend pulled out from the misery. I can hear her nearly shivering from the fall, but she tends to hold back the tears and going to look for a stitch up to the school doctor afterwards.

How could she disregard the fact of Leo’s careless attitude? She is still clinging to the half-sided love she puts into her desk.

And another, how a bad boy could switch a woman to be a mindless brain? I am clueless....

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I had researched on the ‘bad boy’ topic yesterday from my brand-new computer. Not really mine, however, since my father bought it to make our day easier in working our printed-homeworks from home. We have approximately two hours at most for using the internet with freedom to do whatever we wanted. My little brother has games to go for his own, playing the online shooting games he wished to experience for so long.

To me? a prime time to read on how to be a ‘bad boy’, directly from the net, indeed. I have to put a correct checkmate for the point this time, or I'll miss the possible murderer of my life right as I left her out for life.