Pain(Tings)
Chapter 3: Declination
The atmosphere of class 11 IPA-2 High School Bakti Kencana is being crowded by the activities of students who go back and forth because of the visit of the chairman of the Bakti Kencana Foundation along with other colleagues. This time, their object is a married couple who are quite famous in their idol's realm.
Anyone who does not know a reliable photographer who successfully fosters domestic relations with high-end models such as, Agata Blinda Agler. In fact, half of the students in Sita and Widan's class, had already scattered out. Just to see that famous couple.
Widan was grumpy, he would have liked it the most if both of his parents had acted this way. Just enliven the atmosphere, but they know, that the arrival of both can make most of the people—even from other colleagues— feel envious.
“Parents lo, Dan. Not surprisingly, still a romantic that,” Cibir Sita.
She saw Aunt Agata tightly hugging her husband's right hand, Zeroun Agler. He was also intrigued when he saw the sour face of Widan.
Widan flicked his shoulders indifferently. “Less youth times,” sahutya while restoring hair.
Widan smiled witfully at Sita. “Gue is cool yet?” ask her by raising her eyebrows, teasing her.
Sontak Sita acted pretending to vomit. In his heart he sneered at the behavior of Widan who was not far from his father. Like father like son's.
“Far away! I want to do the benefits work while joining,” drive Sita, especially if she is angry.
Widan smiled with a grin, he rubbed Sita's head gently. Sita bought her eyes. He knew about Widan's behavior after this. Unfortunately, he was not good at evading. Too late.
“AAAA!” pekik Sita's.
How not to scream, Widan instead deliberately pulled the pony tile hair that Sita had been taking care of well, now it looks like just a hairdo.
“WIDAN! LO NYEBELIN REALLY, SO PEOPLE!!”
Suspect screams Sita even with a herd watching Sita's rampage on her at the doorstep of the classroom. He slipped one of his hands into his pants pocket and the other half supported the door.
“Ck, Sit, you've been kind of a terrible gem,” kelarnya. Inviting some other friends, along to look at Widan's view.
Sita was pecking at the beaver, while fixing her hair. Almost their laughter exploded from seeing the messy hair from Sita.
They immediately gave a faint smile, because it was stared so fiercely by Sita.
“WIDAAAN ANYWAY YOU HAVE TO BE RESPONSIBLE!”
Midan of the crime, now it's Widan's turn to calm Sita who has been teary. Widan tried to persuade Sita with his appeal, but apparently Sita had a good sense behind his actions.
“Huaaa ... Widan, you really do! Tegaaa!” The ambiguous statement from Sita is indeed not strange. But still invite curiosity of his colleagues, let alone the netizens.
“Duh, Sit, aelah baperan very! Udah, diem,” rayunya.
“Lo nasty, serious! Huaaa ...,” whine Sita. His friends had long noticed their movements.
Sita looked at Widan with a silent pretence, Widan snorted violently because he was stared at like that by Sita. Anyone else, anyhow, if you see Sita put on that face. Widan who initially rubbed Sita—'s arm tried to calm—even though he had to end up in vain, raised both hands. Just resigned with a ripple of Sita's expression that showed victory.
Sita wiped away a little bit of tear that fell on her cheek. “Antar to Hadiprana Gallery later in the afternoon!” sahutya cheerful. It was different from the sound of a few minutes ago.
“Change! Don't be, Sit. You want me to be humped Om Bima what?”
Sita put her lips together, looking at Widan wryly. “From me asking for permission, you know yourself finally rich how.”
“Oke-okay, fine, Princess!” break Widan.
Sita shouted furiously, her face filled with happy twinkle. He almost hugged Widan because the impulsive action was stopped by the arrival of Estrella Fitria, his friend and brother who was in the neighboring class, class 11 IPA-1.
“Sitaaa!”
Sita replied to Trella's call cheerfully. “Ella!”
Trella approached Sita and hugged her briefly, looking like a person who had just met after a long time without seeing. They were only separated for fifteen hours, from the Adirajada family's dinner.
The sound of a cry from the two women, making Widan will not be able to linger near them. For that, Widan chose to resign and stay away from them. Saving the eardrum and snail house in the five senses of hearing to remain stable.
...•••...
A newspaper published by Antara News was thrown in front of the girl who was focusing on her schoolwork. The girl gasped in shock, she looked up to find out the mastermind that made her focus split.
Gluey!
Sita held her breath briefly after finding out who the person she was already maki in heart. His eyes glared sharply at Sita who was already sitting stiffly. Sita glanced at the newspaper and the person who threw it earlier.
“Hmm ... Why don't you call me Sita? Kan, so Papa had to bother to Sita's room,” asked Sita nervously.
The middle-aged man who bore the title as his father was just staring at Sita with the look of his eyes that were horrified. In fact, if likened to fantasy, maybe Bima's eyes are like a sword ready to be swung at him.
Sita shuddered in horror at imagining it. “Why is a newspaper like this on the home page huh?” ask Bima, probing.
Sita gulped in a clumsy saliva, desperately Sita held herself back from crying when viewed so intimidating by Bima.
“What is every time you search for information about it Sita?!” ask Bima back.
This time it alluded to something that was strictly forbidden by him.
“Indeed, why, Pa? It's not just the newspaper as usual, is it?” sahut Sita's.
Bima shook her head, she was not easily fooled by Sita's words. After all, there would be no smoke, if there were no fire. There is no coincidence if there is no desire. Events like this, it is unfortunate by him. Bima did not intend to forbid Sita to do his hobby, really. But since ... never mind, he doesn't want to discuss it anymore.
Bima breathed her breath. He looked at Sita who already looked frightened by him. He rubbed it with love Sita's head which immediately looked up to him. Bima smiled at a glance, as a sign that she was not angry—to be exact, restraining her anger.
“Lain times, don't Sita. You still have to think about the blessing of parents in each of your decisions.”
The mandate of Bima can only Sita angguki in silence. His heart was broken, he smiled wryly at the article that contained the news that really wanted by him: "Art Olympia 2019," the third International Open Art Competition, will be held in 2019 in Japan.