To Murder your Love

Valentine's day Follows

 I am now spectating Tifanny. She is eating lunch by herself under the roof of pendhapa, a gazebo-like building for events to be held in our school. The dimension of this installment is capable to occupy 200 students for maximum capacity. While it is mostly used for official gathering, many students enjoyed the soothing stream of wind that passing the room as they scoop a chunk of their meal, even for myself at this moment of peace.

(Yum-Yum)

In a different situation than my target, I’m now feasting on my meal with two of my friends, Henry and Kevin. We are now in the party to our success for entering Thursday’s football club. The flows of future has been altered because of my feat in beating down Hobart and Reino, the two villains of my class. Tifanny has no interest in watching my games, so Amanda Suyono has no opponent in the empty seats of our school’s football stadium. 

She jumped over the plastic bench as I blocked most of the upper-class’ attempt for goal yesterday, wrecking one of them as she leave in a hurry. Yes, we have it pocketed down, nailed it in 2-1 for final score, and she was also being the proud mother on the run we've had. 

“Hey, wanna share?” Kevin asked me. His mouth a wee bit full of rice, some of them bounced out from the lips and pouring it to our face in advance.

“Eww, gulp it first before talking, you savage.”

I know he won’t stop talking if there’s an empty promise, so I'll have to add the bargain for the instruction to be well-received, ”Here, don’t be mad, but I’ll only give you halfsies.” I replied with part of a slice from the chicken meat. Kevin received my offer with a happy face, before munching the tongseng meat in pleasure.

“Damn, it’s delicious!”

“Where’s yours?! I’m waiting, Kevin.” I shoved my box to his front in return. He carried quite a luxury of food today,” I’ve never have this daily as you do.”

He lifts the eyebrows over my demand,”Really? I thought Nia’s parents has given you a spare for that.”

Really? How could he-

“Before you questioned me, She would return to this school shortly. In high-school, I think.”

“Nobody in this school left to bargain for this secret, Yuda. We have all of it recorded in our mind.” Henry added.

Ugh, the gossip has been traded before I’m even knowing a portion of it. I shouldn’t talk of my dilemma to these two ever again.

Where is she? Ah, the two ugly bastards are accompanying her now.... Wait.

Why’s the two with her today? How’s that fit?

She’s in good mood when the two arrived. They spoke over some jokes I couldn’t listen from my seat, and She has a bursting laugh for the gag. Reino Gardna, the small goblin and a theft-maker at heart, even handed her a gift for the valentine’s day that would be approaching soon.

Tifanny is beaming towards both of them, and I am jealous for it. Hey, God-Pretender, what’s your mind for these developments of theirs?

‘....’

He’s not coming home from our latest meeting of the first death. Might be taken longer for advice, I think, and without his power I might be losing a chance for the lift-up once more.

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Tomorrow’s the opening for Valentine’s day event. After an ordinary month of January that elapsed, February will be packed of fun days to work out. It’s pretty regular for us to see the junior-high on their happenings from elementary school’s buildings, yet we haven’t got a chance to take part in it before. In the past, I have seen them wailing over chocolate’s downpour, where several ‘cupids’ showered the students from third floor by a crane. They made those perverted babies from cartons, for several of them to struggle on keeping intact over the rail and instantly falling from their standings as soon as the weight entered the hole.

Yes, from happiness to tragedy, and we’re rolling in hysterical laugh afterwards.

“Free chocolates, free chocolates!”

Three eight-graders stopping by 7F, carrying a trolley of chocolates for us. The school president has prepared the student council to haul the brown for sharing, replacing the crane of “cupids” as a tradition for valentine’s day for giving away happiness to us at the start of our day.

Short to brunch of second break, We have to assemble our ‘gift’ for that one person we’ve ‘pointed’ at. We can bring our specials, because the morning’s buckets were also meant to be the emergency rations for the ‘stupids’ of valentine. Yes, it’s for them the lazy and sluggish persons who failed to bring their own purchase for the special event.

Regardless of the scheme, the most important part of this gatherings is our smug for getting many chocolates. You know, when someone is so popular, they could have received sweets from other class, and we are so prepared to be the winner in that race.

“7B, C, D, E, and F, out from your class, please!” Shouted someone from the intercom at the corner of the room. As instructed, we have to be relocated for awhile at pendhapa to wait for the 7A to put their gifts for the other class. It is not essential thing to do, since we will be keen into sharing our gifts to someone we have known than the one we haven't been acquainted with, but most of us should be having a person to adore from abroad, right?

“Hey, Yuda, come here!” Called a slightly-distorted voice from a distance. I can hear him yelling, but can’t find the person anywhere.

“Hey, from 7C, you sicko!”

Ah, it’s Kevin, huh. I’m wondering where’s that person, however.

(Pat-pat)

“Behind you.”

Hua! That’s from my inner speech, but the rest will be coming soon.

“Whoa!” I yelled, since the man I’ve been searching for is on my back,” Don’t you dare to sneak up on me, you damn orc.”

“Hey, I’m calling you from my class’ row and you haven’t found me. I make this as my last call.” He replied, snarling to his victory over my shock.

“Anyway, any prediction on how many you’ll get? Wanna bet?”

Damn it, this man is cunning. A seventh grader and already an adept for gambling,” Well, why not? How much?”

“Your lunch if you lose by at least two short-calls.”

He expects me to miss two guesses from the stocks I would have, and my lunch is at stake. I don’t know what this man has plotting, though, but he’s surely undetectable in that part. As his head goes bald for the beginning of our year to be a junior-high schoolers, my belief towards this man has slowly disappeared from my reach.

“Not a risky one to take. What’s from you, then?”

“Umm, I’ll grant you my chocolate?”

“Sounds fair. It’s settled then.” I offered him a handshake. He accepts it, but then altering his elbow to be slightly-curved for a firm-ones.

He doesn't know of how much knowledge I had so far.

(Grip)

“Oww, it hurts!” Kevin cried. He suffered under my ‘bone crusher’ handshake, the ‘alpha male’ domination towards their agreement and a way to be the coolest man in the class. I’ve learned it from a woman’s website, and the comments are all being wild on that term as it fills the entire field of the run.

Totally a shining totem for my win. .

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Time for my class to hand down the chocolates, also being a period for us to check on the others we have received. Hobart and Gardna have themselves none, which was so anticipated from their bad influence over the class.

Hey, wait a minute. There’s one on each of their desk. Oh right, Tifanny has exchanged hers to them a day before. Might be a scam, I suppose.

And for me, I have estimated for at least two of them to be logical. The first must be coming from Amanda, with the second from Tifanny. Due to last month’s accidental death, I don’t know if it’s really relatable for the shy-cat to be in love with me. Three blows to Hobart and Gardna were also being the issues for revelation, so I’d never think of any possibility for her to hand me one.

What, how in the world....

“Congrats on having five, Yuda. You’re really popular these days.” Patted Bima, one of my classmates, as he looks at my standings,” You have the same amount with Steven Gunawan of 7D.”

Truly a defeat for me, huh. Kevin must be learning of these additional sweets from his class’ trends and gossip.

Well, it means I will be food-less for brunch. Toasty...

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I haven’t been so much lost over the count of the significant others I have this time around. There are five of them, with one directly from Amanda as she put a notice on the lid of her present. She calls me,” My Prince”, you know? How pushy she was on having me, for god’s sake.

Tifanny might be the other, while we’re not having any relevant connection to this extent. She is the main reason of my mother’s invitation to her dome, so I wouldn’t think of a conclusion for her to be mine. On the other hand, she has never laid an interest towards me so far, no matter how much I’ve tried to linger on her seat with my overseeing eyes.

God-pretender, wish you be here to console me on such a twist.

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A third consecutive day of training has taken a toll for my body. I have my groins blasted off by hard-taken balls on today’s friendly match against the eight-grader’s team. It’s such a painful ones, for my balls to kiss a ball in blistering speed. It is an achievement to be proud of, anyway, since we won another game against them in 2 goals margin.

For the development down the waist, my legs has transformed to be the muscular jock I wanted so much. The jumping jacks has hijacked my two calves to be a brawny-baby for supporting me in every game, other than Amanda and her continuous cheer over the stage. I am starting to worry for the relationship with Amanda, actually. Do I have to start a date with her? Or maybe waiting for a good weather to make it happen?

‘....ahem, sorry for making you concerned. I am here to assist.’

Heya, my boy has return. Oops, I’m apologize for the call, God-pretender.

‘How is it, bad-boy? Did you bring good ones to your bed already?’

Huh? Not really. Ah, you must be teasing me right there, gramps.

‘no-‘

Suddenly, a shake awakens me from the world I’ve been entered to talk with my inner-conscious mind. It’s Kevin, and he fell excited from whatever he hides within,“Have you heard, Yuda? Tifanny is taken!” Kevin, the male leader for inside-chatters, has known a petty information before any of us did. His smirks colored the shrieking voice he gave us for such news, while pouring down spits for the noise he makes.

“For sure? With who?”

“Your enemy for life, Yuda, who else!? She’s with Hobart, now.” Henry followed the discussion, holding me on the shoulder for the chin-wag of the seventh-graders today. It appears I’m the only one not having any of the news, huh.

‘It’s your chance to take her back from the beast, Yuda. Your intelligence would bring her to your hand.’ 

‘Or you’ll have to put Amanda into consideration. You see, both of them has qualities to think of.’

Really? Do I have to be that aggressive? 

'who knows what happened if you do, Yuda! Make an action and be the winner.'