To Murder your Love

Love at First Sight

 “Erghh.....”

“Humph.....”

Leo Gunadi’s grip is stronger than mine. He dominates me in the casual wrestling both of us often do in the second break period. We are a rival in this sort of play, but I do have to concede at times by some pressure emitting out from his body the longer we strangle each other back-to-back.

I don’t want to call it defeat, but....

“Hmmph!!”

A pair of kids struggling to let off the steam of the battle in the middle of daylight. While all of our classmates storm out immediately to the canteen when the bell rang, we are in heat to finish the warfare between us. He has a stronger package than I am, to say the least. In a glance, It would seem that I lose my pride against the mighty baboon of our class, but I constantly prevailed to the end, derived from my endurance and priceless stamina over daily chores in the weekend.

“Ugh, let go off me! You stink, Leo!!”

Yes, that sort of pressure. This young man is a beast for creating a disgusting one down his armpit. I can’t deny the smell of his power, no matter how much I blown up a gust from my puffy cheeks to clear it out.

“Puh....Puh... Huack!” That’s me, trying to shoo the poisonous cloud off my nose.

If it’s drawn in a comic, the author should be putting the color to be neatly-black to warn the readers of how destructive this is to my victory. Without the smell, I’ll have him knocked out shortly after, for sure.

“I win!” Leo springs up by the technical difficulties he has produced. He doesn’t care of how tortured I am under his arm, or even how I have to endure the pain from the toxic smoke he has in hand.

To counter his success, I yelled,“ Come on, you’re not getting any from those stinks, Leo.”

“Meh, as long as you give up, I am winning today’s fight!”

Anyway, We have begun the unusual battle after the old man made me remembered him at most by the time I hit fourth grade in perfect score from my third. The first journey of my tragic love is starting from this event, where I have realized one thing that missing from the long history of my life.

For me to know the all-seeing bad boy that conquering the universe of my miserable past, it is.

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Leo Gunadi, to describe his character, is not exactly a bad boy as I suggest. He is not quite high as a mountain and carrying two pair of broad mags across the chest, as I have seen so far. His semi-blonde hair jiggles around in his sprint to goal of a futsal game, but the stench won’t leave him to the end. It sticks and being loyal to its master, finishing any harm that come against him whatever it takes.

In overall, he has a better structure down to the toe than me. I am too thin to be compared over Leo’s stout posture. He has no six shredded pack down the waist as Dani does, but the combination of slightly-beefy biceps displayed one refined presentation of his power.

And me? I’m just merely close to being called ready for combat. A regular, commoners of the block, I might say so myself. No sign of buff in every places, nearly-shut eyelids caused from lack of sleep over the old man God’s tale before bed that makes me look like a junkies from afar, it is all there for me to be proud of.

However, it is his attitudes that exceeds me in every aspect for being a troublemaker.

With his bristle-shaped hair, he brushes away angers by venting it through the brawn, tackling anyone who stands in his path. The manly odor oozes out from his uniform, marking his territory in an instant while walking down the school’s hallway. Yes, the authentic smell of his natural fragrance brings anything but a single enemies to his front door.

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‘Time for you to take this to another level, Yuda.’ The old man of heaven speaks to me in my all-white fantasy. He is standing across the artificial river that he was fabricated inside my unconscious world with just his thought to appear.

When the clock turned to 12 of midnight, He shows up in my mind to speak out loud for guidance of my life’s second trial. That’s what brings the mud to my eyes lately.

‘what is it, old man? I’m sleepy.’

‘You did spoke about it, so I will not intervene much.’ He mumbled, ’ You have to remember one thing, however. Amanda Suyono is the next of your journey.’

The snow princess of my elementary school is the one to investigate the day onwards. She is my second love interest other than Nia Cassandra in this stage. Because the diplomat’s daughter left me to overseas boarding school, I have not to worry for her vicious love interest over me. She moved to France for Ecole des Roches’ recently opened elementary school and learning there to be used for speaking french in the future. It is the boarding school of the mega-rich from what I have learned in the past, and she’s flying there to taste the luxury out of the source.

Yes, Nia Cassandra is returned to her actual habitat of the rich. I don’t mind, though, as long as my task here is fulfilled.

The bad issue is..... I have to be the first to say goodbye, and it is from her request.

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“Hello mom, I’m gonna late for home..... Yeah, my friend is leaving, so I have to go... Okay, see ya.”

(Ka-c***k)

I put down the telephone after telling my mom of the issue I have faced. Nia Cassandra’s line of bodyguards gave me the room to speak, but it is pretty short to chit-chat about my situation for the time being. It should be fair and square, if it’s not with their leering eyes upon me in every chapter of my conversation with mom.

“Have you finished? Please, follow me.” One of the bodyguard grabs my hand as I go out from the airport’s telephone box. His stiff palms shared the chilly profession he has in the busy environment of the drop-off station. The man scans me to the flesh in a short flash over my innocent figure, as if I could lay down a bomb from my pocket in any moment of his duty.

“Hey, Yuda.”

Nia Cassandra is waiting near the check-in for those very important person on board. Her family has a private jet to fly off from this civilian’s ground, and I’m lucky enough to enter it by myself. Lots of Calvin Klein’s luggage made my poor sense tingling. Nia’s parents has the similar pattern to their wealthy neighbors, too, as their branded accessories splashing me with envy for their fortune.

God, I have to go out from this wretched place soon.

“....”

We are staring to each other. Her cheeks blushes red, probably because of the tone of her make-up.

Or is it not?

She finally opens up to the talk. With her navy blue long-dress dangling across against her movement, she smiles towards me,“ Thanks, Yuda. You made my day.” She said, trying to cool off our awkward tension a little bit.

Nobody would not be anxious during the call-out like this. Her parents are behind, chattering towards their bodyguards to order them for another sort of objective to fix up.

And they unexpectedly also done their part towards me. Nia’s father started first, showing his affection by putting his hair-covered left arm to my shoulder.

“I’m so sorry for everything, young man. You are the one that changed me.” He muttered, firmly grasp me to spell his trust.

“Me too, Yuda.” Nia’s mom following the lead and looking at me to the eye,” I have sent a pocket money for you to your mother. She will be happy for you, dear.”

Ugh, I can’t stand the perfume. Might be spent from Calvin Klein, as well. Otherwise, really? They give me money for gratitude. I wonder how much is it, then?

Before I could give her my opinion, Nia continues the farewell with a grin. She gives me a small box, clamped my hand to the top of its wrappings, and hugs me afterwards without me expecting to return the favor.

“This is a souvenir to remember me by. I will be back for you, Yuda.” She said, handed me the unknown merchandise to me for holding back the memories of her existence.

That’s the sentence I would never forget forever.

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Back to the beginning, the story unfolds with me being the gossip of my class after the final day with her. Nia Cassandra is, after all, one of the most outstanding students in our batch. I have defeated her in all subject for 4 years straight, having none of them failed to surpass her, and gaining her love interest as a result. A good story to speak of, right?

Amanda Suyono is not laying her interest to the story, however, even though the noise has been spread far and wide. She is feeling well with everything she had from the start, having attention of many people already over her natural beauty. In spite of Nia’s influence, Amanda is gaining supports everywhere because of her exploits out of school.

To name a few, let’s call her feat to become a model for kid’s magazine. She was also called for national young model’s competition, and achieved 3rd for the role. On the other hand, her mother-s***h-manager also capable of dealing a contract for being a young singer for a contest.

Such a fame, and the sole reason for her to laid no attachment to Nia’s whereabouts.

‘yes, in contrary to the approach with Nia Cassandra, you have to be the one to enter her life, Yuda.’

The old man speaks to me in his gentle tone of wisdom in the middle of Mr. Sydney’s teaching. He is our english teacher, and today’s subject will be about poetry and how to create one.

“Homework! Oh, Homework!

I hate you! You stink!

I wish I could wash you away in the sink,

if only a bomb

would explode you to bits.

Homework! Oh, homework!

You're giving me fits.”

“That’s a paragraph from Jack Prelutsky, someone off the chart for his splendid work. You might have-“

I am too occupied to listen to the story by the distraction from God’s sermons. Why do I have to approach Amanda Suyono, I wonder? She is nothing but a stranger, and I can’t even tell how I take interest over this woman. She’s truly beautiful, but too gorgeous for my eyes. I can’t put myself under her soles, to be honest, since she is too distant to being with.

“Hey, Yuda, can you help me with poetry?”

Her crisp voice crackles me out. Amanda Suyono tried to ask me on how to make poetry, since I have finished it in a few minutes and getting an A for the work.

Mr. Sydney is speechless, truly deserved for a shot of my artistic sense. High-five to reincarnation, baby.

Yes, you might be wondering what would myself be ahead of such pretty lady. Sweaty to the tail-bone under the bottom parts of my body, it is. From up front, her pale skin shines against the shimmering light of the lamp above us. The chubby lines around her jaws made her slightly-round face lifted up, increasing her attractiveness as my two eyes could perceive. She has no acnes, while I have several across many areas of my face. Two craters down my chin, one in-between eyebrows, and some hidden under the tugging tail of my hair.

That’s love in first sight, I can feel it.