Pain(Tings)
Chapter 6: Illusion

Last week, Widan deliberately drove him to the venue of a painting competition held at one of the painting hangars in Jakarta. Of course, Sita brought the equipment that she had put in the house of Widan. The rest, he bought some equipment on the sidelines of his trip.

Sita was enthusiastic, immediately, despite seeing his rival who is an average adult—even Sita can see there are children who are good at practicing his paintings on canvas with pointilis— technique whereas Sita chose to use the flow of naturalists in his race.

“Parents already know, Ta?” ask Widan in their spare time during their first break at school.

Sita who was still chewing her food, frowned confusedly. “Know, what?”

“Soal who participated in the race.”

Sita just nodded her head. After the meatball noodles he ordered were already toilet, Sita wiped the corners of her lips with a tissue. Then he looked at Widan who was waiting for his answer.

“Lo do not have to worry,” said with a smile.

Widan dispels her worries, trying to believe Sita's words, even though she believes something is wrong with Sita's words just now.

“Lo want to be here or come with me?” ask Widan, divert their conversation.

“Emang you want to go where?”

“Toilet,” says Widan origin.

Sita widened in shock, she immediately shook her head. “Do not want it! I'm not really working with Lo!” reply Sita is no less fierce.

Widan chuckled softly. “Yes to class lah!” He touched Sita's forehead and tapped her three times. “Don't mostly daydream!” tegur Widan's.

Sita scowled. He immediately stood up from his seat and piqued in annoyance. “Know ah!” Then Sita chose to leave Widan in the cafeteria who was laughing at her childish attitude.

“Bocah!”

...•••...

Trella approached Sita who was waiting for him on the classroom terrace. Many students from his class who come out in an orderly manner, another case with the class in the IPS department. They will either be elbowed or jostled when they leave the classroom.

After crucifying Mr. Sule, his Biology teacher, Trella smiled brightly to find Sita waving at him.

“Ella!” sita Exclamation.

Trella excitedly embraced Sita who was as beautiful as her. “Very long time no see you! Where the hell is it?" trella asked seriously.

Sita slapped Trella's shoulder. “Totally habit! Just this morning left school together, the looks of rich do not meet a year,” Cibir Sita.

Trella was just a sinless grimace, she grabbed Sita's shoulder and walked hand in hand towards the school parking lot. “Oya, how about doi? There is rapid progress no?” seductress Trella who managed to make Sita's cheeks meet red.

Sita turned her face away briefly from Trella, then cleared her throat briefly. “Apaan anyway, lo! Really ngaco!” the more obvious, the more obvious.

“Do not pretend not to understand that, deh. We are already from the orok loh,” explained Trella who increasingly intensely mempercokinya.

“Ella, it's over! It's hot, isn't it, sun? Don't talk weird, it'll be real!” cerocos Sita's.

Trella chuckled, she let go of her embrace and held onto her tingled stomach. “Sita, you're still sane, right?”

Sita rounded her eyes, it was good to mock her sanity!

“Yes, yes! Weird lo, by the way.”

Sita flicked her lips, she wagged her hand at the face. Today Sita forgot to bring the mini fan that she often carries. That must be the cause of him feeling hot at this time.

“Ish, tuh tuh guarded times, La!” tegur Sita, lecture.

Just as Trella was about to continue speaking, the baritone voice belonged to someone he had already memorized, making him give a smile.

“TATAA!”

Sita clucked in annoyance because someone called her acronym name. No doubt, Sita also knew the owner of the voice that called her name like that. Although without turning around, the person was already standing next to Sita— was in the middle of Sita and Trella— while replacing the position of Trella who initially embraced Sita's shoulder.

“What the hell, call-call?!” sulk Sita because sebal was called that way.

That person even laughed enjoying Sita's tantrum at her. Widan glanced at Trella. “La, I pinjem this friend of lo yes?”

Trella pretended to put on her sad play. “Duh, really cute so I, initially want to hangout anyway Sita.” Trella looked at Sita who had a cengo expression on her. “But because you asked, it's okay, relax,”.

“Heh! We don't have any hangout appointments!” resolute Sita, confirm.

“oya? Not ta—”

Trella's words were immediately refuted by Widan. He didn't want to make a fuss. “Udah first yes, La. It's I have urgent business with Sita.”

Sita who felt her name being carried around, especially after she did not understand the urgent intent that Widan showed, could only smile thinly. He sighed and expressed many apologies to Trella.

“Udah, Sita. Lo calm aja. We hangout next time, yes?” bargain Trella, while maintaining a smile as wide as possible.

Sita nodded briefly as Trella said goodbye as a family driver picked her up. Now, Sita and Widan left who led him to the parking lot.

“Log in, gih!” widan's edict was reciprocated by a cynical delicacy from Sita.

“Apaan anyway, really join until lyingin people all,” Sita's lips finally.

Widan rubbed the top of Sita's hair and made the woman pull over the hand of Widan who tried to damage her hairdo.

“No need to wipe! Focus on the road!”

Widan chuckled and refocused on the streets.

...•••...

Bima looked at the wrath of Sita who was now as unwilling as she was in Pratista's arms. His mother happened to be present during the impromptu trial of Adirajada's family.

“YOU ARE, PAPA TOLD YOU NOT TO FOLLOW THE RACE AGAIN!!” amuk Bima while slamming some paint Sita.

Pratista increasingly tightened his embrace on Sita who was increasingly crying sobbing. “Sttthh ... It's okay, 'udah.” His mother kept advising Sita that everything would be fine.

Sita shook her head softly, with gentleness and fear implied on her face. Sita looked up, saw her father who looked at her unwillingly. “Emang .. wrong, so if Sita can win the painting race?” tanyanya.

Bima rubbed her face rough, she threw her face to the side. Before he finally heard the sound of gasping breath from her. His eyes glared softly at Sita, inversely proportional to the sentence spoken from her lips.

“You want to end up like your brother?”

The striking sentence was enough to make Sita lower her head and shake weakly. Sita would not like it the most if anyone came back to discuss Adya. It all just caused a sense of tightness in his heart.

“Good if you are silent.” Bima immediately tore the paper containing the championship award charter for his achievements from the field of painting given by Widan last time.

Sita's breath seemed to be snatched away, along with the paper debris that had been scattered on the floor. His gaze was straight at his father who mercilessly left Sita who was still stirred in tears.