Chap 4 - Victor toyed Nahar

It’s been long time Nahar waited. Departing at 6 in the morning until now the school bell rings, a sign that a Rian has not arrived yet.

His planed Fail. In the end, Nahar, who had not yet chosen a seat—busy waiting for Rian in the teacher's chair, now desperately walked over to Victor's empty seat next to him.

Nahar put his bag on the table. He took out his cell phone, looking for an atmosphere that could cheer him up.

"So lethargic." Victor sneered.

Nahar just brushed his hand in the air as if it was a code so that Victor wouldn't bother him.

Remembered something that had been saved by Victor. Victor took his phone, tapped the gallery app on the screen. Searching for Rian's photo, when Victor found the photo, Victor's hand tapped Nahar’s shoulder.

"Na-er," Victor patted Nahar's back.

Nahar's shoulders shook with amusement. Trying to indicate that Nahar does not like to be patted or disturbed.

"Oi," Victor called out with a smack of a bang.

Nahar took off the earphones in his ears. Staring lazily at Victor, Nahar's typical rancid face made Victor chuckle crisply, especially when he imagined that the rancid face had disappeared into pity.

"What the hell, dude," he snarled.

"Tsk, periode?" sneered Victor, "So sensitive."

"Just go on, keep talking," urged Nahar.

"I want to show you something bun, apparition," Victor teased.

"The most pornographic," said Nahar.

"Disclaimer, I'm not you, all laptops filled with 'rar' thing," said Victor.

"I'm lazy," said Nahar again putting on a frantic face.

Victor laughed with satisfaction. Nahar's sour behaviour becomes the subject of his prank. Slowly, Victor showed Rian's photo on his cellphone. With an annoying grimace, Victor raised his phone and teased Nahar like he was a cat.

Stay with a lazy, flat look. His eyes focused on Victor's, giving him a look that signalled to stop Victor's silliness. Rushed to show seriously. Because after a long time Nahar got sick of himself.

Friends are upset and even being bullied. Moments like this, Nahar don't like.

"Okay, wow," Victor laughed crisply when he read Nahar's eye signals clearly.

"Here," Vctor showed Rian's photo.

Nahar's eyes widened. He couldn't believe Victor's cell phone had Rian's photo. And on Victor's cellphone, Rian looks very beautiful. Even though it seems hollow, Victor's portrait looks conceptual, the camera angel feels pro. The rest of the praise is because Rian is in it.

Grabbed Nahar's hand. Unfortunately, Victor's movements were read by Nahar. Victor also managed to dodge. He was proud of his own sensitivity and shrewdness.

Victor's palm held Nahar's forehead. Nahar was held back, his fingers clawing at the air for reaching Victor's cell phone.

"I want to see," Nahar grumbled.

"Eit, eit," his voice accompanied his hand movements as he avoided Nahar's hand.

"Just a moment," Nahar stuttered.

"Not that eazy , bro," Victor nosy.

"Okay," Nahar pretended to be calm. Waiting for Victor's cell phone. Here Victor won a lot from the results of taming Nahar.

"If there is an assignment, do my assignment, I will pay for the print myself, deal?" Victor's offer.

"Easy, is that all?" Nahar is still pretending to be patient.

“Turn on your Bluetooth,”

Nahar hastily turned on the bluetooth, "Okay," said Nahar quickly.

Victor also sent a picture of Rian to Nahar's cell phone as he said, "Like this, catches up fast, ya," Victor's fingers pressed the yes button.

"See," said Victor. Nahar also received a picture of Victor.

Nahar carefully did not miss every detail of Rian's picture. Nahar was fascinated especially by the color of Rian's red lips at that time. longing hit Nahar. Slightly hotter than before.

"When is this happen?" asked Nahar, his eyes never left the screen of his cellphone.

“When I got home yesterday, I stopped by the mini market. I found her. My reflex was to take a photo of her, then suddenly she looked away at first I thought she knew, luckily she didn't know."

"Yesterday, after we play soccer?" guess Nahar. Now Nahar looked at Victor.

"Bingo!" Victor replied cheerfully.

Nahar also patted his forehead, really regret to go home early. Though usually with Victor but fate said otherwise. Nahar got the nothing.

"We usually go home together." he regrets.

Victor smiled sarcastically, "Bro, if you come with me, I don't necessarily get Rian's photo."

"Why?" asked Nahar with an exaggerated British accent.

“Pretending to be British, even though she still eat with chili sauce. Imagine if you were with me, the one who was there made you complicate things is yourself."

"Hssssss," Nahar snorted harshly.

The first subject teacher enters the classroom. They keep their cell phone in the bag. The class started with a prayer, then about the introduction of the students.

Several students sequentially from the front row of the table introduced themselves to the teacher.

Just as he was about to start, a knock on the door caught his attention. Everyone looked towards the door. The door was opened and then closed by Rian when Rian entered the room.

There was sweat on Rian's forehead. Rian's chest heaved up and down as her lungs tried to control the air.

Rian's steps seemed slow to Nahar. Or time is slowing down, every step Rian, Nahar can hear the sound of the piano version of the musical instrument 'First Love' by artist Kenny G.

Nahar was a little worried that his eyes had symptoms of color blindness, but he was sure that the pink pseudo color appeared when he observed Rian.

"Sorry, sir," Rian shook hands with his teacher.

"Next time, don't be late," warned the teacher.

"For the others, tomorrow if you are late, you are prohibited entering class,"

"Yes sir," said the students in unison.

A pair of Rian's eyes stared at the seat. Nahar just shook his head, blaming himself for not sitting in the front seat.

Sensitively the teacher said, "There is an empty seat," the teacher pointed at the empty seat in the front corner.

Rian couldn't help but have to sit on the front bench. At first glance, she and Nahar met when Rian put her bag on the chair.

"Tomorrow we sit on behind Rian," said Nahar.

"Oh, never mind," said Victor.

"Come on Vic, help me," Nahar protested.

"We don't know who the math teacher will be, we can't be at the front," he reasoned.

"Bad oppa,"

"You can sit there by yourself," said Victor.

". . . . . ." Nahar was silent while looking at Victor lazily.

"It sucks hahahah ," Victor joked crisply.

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The lesson is over. The lunch time. Victor waited for Nahar in front of the board. But a pair of eyes caught Rian sitting alone.

Victor spontaneously approached Rian's desk. More precisely Victor sat on the opposite chair. Rian realized that Victor was sitting across from her desk, facing her. From a glance, Rian recognized Victor easily.

"Ri! An!” call Victor like a kid call their friend.

"Y-yes," said Rian. Turning around.

"Someone looking you," said Victor.

"Who?" Rian asked with a serious expression.

"Nahar," said Victor.

Nahar's heart suddenly got bang, hearing Victor's chatter, could only curse in his heart.

As soon as possible, Nahar approached Victor before Victor hit the gas too much. When he was at the scene, Nahar's mind suddenly collapsed.

Moreover, their eyes accidentally crossed again. Nahar was walking, he conditioned naturally not too fast or awkward.

Victor also pointed at Nahar who had just passed in front, "Nahar like you, Rian," Victor laughed triumphantly.

Rian could only respond by laughing, but not as excited as Victor.

Because Rian still thinks it's just a joke.

Then Victor followed Nahar who had left the class. When Victor is next to Nahar. Victor runs away.

"Eddy!" Nahar snapped, calling Victor by the name of Victor's father.

"Wkwkwkwkw," laughed Victor happily.