"Salsa!" Sabila shouted a little which made the lecturer who was explaining the material disturbed.
Slowly the lecturer approached Sabila, "Looking for who?" asked the lecturer while looking at Sabila's open clothes.
"That's Salsa, my twin sister it-" The lecturer immediately pulled Sabila roughly in.
"Ow! It hurts, sir!" snapped Sabila trying to free her hand from the grip of the supervisor at the Salsa faculty.
Salsa, who saw her twin sister struggling in pain, did not stay silent, slowly stood up and ran to Sabila and the lecturer. Slightly pushed the lecturer's body and then released his supervisor's hand from his brother's hand.
"Salsa? What are you doing? Save this person who has no manners?" said the lecturer casually.
Plaque!
Everyone rolled their eyes when they saw the good Salsa slapping the lecturer's face, Sabila's mouth was still gaping from earlier.
"I'm sorry, sir, but you need to know, my sister has manners, sir. And she is Sis Sals-"
"You will realize that you are siding with the wrong person," said the lecturer named Muhammad Safar.
"Salsa will always be aware that Salsa has sided with the right person," continued Salsa again, holding Sabila's hand gently. Sabila could only stare into Salsa's eyes.
"Okay, but aren't the two of you twins? But why are you um... inversely related to each other?" asked Mr. Safar again, it looks like there will be a small fight between lecturers and students.
"Like one mother and another mother, like one teacher and another teacher who brought material, and different ways of explaining, so are the two of us. We are twins, but not with the way we dress, nor with our attitude and attitude. our character," explained Sasla. Everyone was silent, trying to digest every word that was said by Salsa.
"Answers that are not in line with expectations," said the lecturer and then left the room. Everyone cheered and then slowly picked up the Salsa. Sabila who saw Salsa being lifted immediately left a box on Salsa's table and left.
Slowly, Salsa's body was lowered, they all ran out of the room. Salsa wanted to take her bag but she found a light blue lunch box. He opened the box, it contained fried rice, a spoon and a small box of milk, and another small letter. Slowly Salsa opened it and the contents of the letter were.
"Hey, I know you haven't eaten yet, that's why I bought fried rice for you. ~Sabila”
Salsa smiled, slowly she folded the paper back, not throwing it away but instead keeping it. Outside, a man looked at Salsa with a smile as he said, "You are indeed different from the others, and I like it." He put on the glasses he had taken off and walked away.
******
Today, Sabila never had any intention of skipping college, but this is not entirely his fault. You could say that it was too much of an accident, wow. The reason is that he deliberately did drama this morning, but he really had no intention of skipping school like he was doing now. Sitting on a swing while eating snacks, I don't know... I don't know what he's thinking, maybe he's thinking about Reyhan, or the strange guy who suddenly seems familiar or about Salsa who defends him so much. Suddenly he was surprised by the sound of a chat notification from his cellphone, he quickly looked for the flat object. Could! It's in his little bag. Slowly he started to open the WhatsApp application. Oh lottery numbers, he thought.
+62: (Hi Bila, save it. Rizki)
Sabila: (Ahaha, hi. Okay)
Forcefully, when he replied to the chat even though he didn't want to add the strange guy's contact.
+62:(Have you saved yet?)
Ah! Himself again, thought Sabila. When forced to add the phone number of this strange boy who pretends to know him.
Sabila: (It's okay, don't be fussy.)
Weird guy: (What's the name of my contact?)
Sabila: (I'm really curious.)
Sabila replied one last time, then he turned off his cellphone. Today, he wants to be alone, he also misses papa but what can he do? It's the wrong father for leaving mama, himself, and also Salsa just for the pretty aunties with the help of make up, ah, slut!
Sabila misses our old little family, and she also knows that Mama still loves Papa. But is it appropriate for mama to love a man like papa? Obviously mama can find a better man than papa. Error, still ex papa. Not! If I'm wrong, there are no ex-fathers, ex-mamas, ex-sisters and ex-children. Her tears slowly rolled down her cheeks, yes! He is now crying, time is running so fast, but no one can be faithful, right? Only the creator will always be faithful to his creation.
"Older brother?" Sabila was surprised to hear Salsa's voice. He quickly wiped the tears that had flowed from his eyes.
Slowly Salsa began to approach Sabila. There was a strange feeling this time. Salsa felt that Sabila was hiding something, but she pushed the thought away, afraid that the su'udzon would fall.
"Crying? Sis Sabila is okay, right?" asked Salsa frantically.
"I'm okay," said Sabila, then left Salsa just like that.
"What's really going on? Why is Nabila crying? It's been a long time since Nabila hasn't cried," said Salsa, looking up at the sky. I don't know, now God just made it more complicated.
No, God is not wrong not even at all. Like a spinning wheel, maybe they are now in the lower phase of the wheel instead of the top, but there is a perfect time for them to be in the upper phase. That's what Salsa thinks.
Salsa started to cross the road, she thought that there would be no cars passing through this deserted road. It turned out that Salsa was wrong, the proof was that a jet black car suddenly passed and almost hit her.
"Shit!"
Salsa's leg was accidentally hit and it resulted in her leg being quite injured. The figure of a man with athletic posture got down from his car slowly. He trotted over to Salsa.
"Aren't you daddy?"
Salsa who is in pain is not too focused on the handsome boy's face. Awkwk you don't like that, Sa.
"I'm okay, I'm sorry," said Salsa, slightly massaging her feet.
"I should be the one apologizing, sorry."
"I'm sure you didn't do it on purpose, after all, it's also my fault. I pretend to take a lonely road for granted. A quiet road doesn't mean there are no cars, right? Like calm water, it doesn't mean there are no crocodiles," continued Salsa, smiling sincerely at the handsome boy. the.
"You're right, where is your house? Let me take you home."
"It's okay, I can go home alone."
"Certain?"
"Yes, sure. I'll say goodbye, Assalamualaikum."
"Waalaikumsalam."
"Mashaallah," the boy thought, he was amazed by Salsa.