Salsa was still glued to her place, her eyes continued to pay attention to every detail of the girl's figure with the clothes exposed in the reflection of the mirror. It was nothing new for her, but this time the clothes worn by her twin sister were more revealing. Their faces may be similar, but their attitude and character are opposites.
"Why look?" asked Sabila while still focusing on styling her blonde hair.
"No, I'm just a little surprised by my sister's clothes, which are more than usual. Do you want to go to hell?" Salsa explained with a question that annoyed Sabila on this beautiful morning, but why should it start with a lecture from Salsa? Isn't that unimportant, Sabila thought.
"Huh? Stupid! Did papa ever think about us? Ever?! No! Not even at all! And one thing you should know, I hate you and papa." Sabila angrily once again made a small scratch on Salsa's heart with a smile.
Only a smile that can be shown by Salsa. He already knew he would be hurt again with the answer he would get. However, she is Salsa, not Sabila who easily throws words without thinking about what will happen from the words he says.
"Come on, Sa! I don't like you being such a crybaby. You're my sister. Where are Sabila's souls?!" Sabila's words this time were able to make Salsa's head which was drooping slowly lift up.
"Remember one thing, okay! I don't like being controlled by anyone, this is my life, not yours. If you want this cake, it's like that, I don't care for what? How's your life. Remember, Sa! Happiness is what we decide for ourselves, not someone else, "said Sabila again and then left Salsa with her magic.
"For the umpteenth time, you are right, Sis. Happiness is what we decide, life is what we decide. However, it would be nice if the happiness we feel now can also be felt in the hereafter," said Salsa softly and followed her sister. His feet quickly descended the stairs to the kitchen.
Salsa was just about to sit down, but her mother stopped her. "The dishes haven't been washed, wash them first and then you can!" A mother's command is the most beautiful gift for Salsa, with a smile she goes to the sink where the pile of dirty dishes is.
"Never mind, Mah, later when Salsa is too late. After all, there are maids, so what's the use of them if Salsa is also washing dishes?" asked Sabila curtly and then left the dining table, looking at Salsa with pity.
"Still dumbfounded? Come with me, you don't want to go to campus?" asked Sabila with a smile and then went towards the door of her house.
Salsa with a happy smile, immediately took her bag. Intending to kiss mom's hand, but only an indifferent attitude from mom she got. Mom just left. Returned with a broken heart and approached Sabila who was waiting in the car.
"Come on, it's like you don't know how your mom is with you. You know that mom doesn't like you, you still want to get attention, huh," said Sabila from behind the car window.
"Salsa is looking for a motorcycle taxi first, okay?"
"No need, I already know I've been waiting here for a while. You learn to be sensitive, Sa! Gosh," Sabila was annoyed and then opened the car door for Salsa.
Salsa could only nod, trying to understand every word Sabila said, while slowly putting her seatbelt on.
"Go, sir!" Sabila shouted. The car was slowly moving. There was no sound in the car, there was silence that made Salsa intend to pray, just as she wanted to pray quickly, Sabila spoke first.
"Don't spoil my mood today, understand?!" he said as he continued to play with the cellphone he had.
"But, Sis, can't we pray to make our mood better than before?" asked Salsa which made Sabila slightly raise her eyebrows.
"Huh? Oh, that's according to you, not according to me," replied Sabila again but with emphasis.
The car keeps going. Salsa can only be silent and silent, unlike Sabila, she is busy with her cellphone. I don't know, maybe playing a game or just opening Instagram. The car suddenly stops suddenly, the rear tire of the car accidentally hits a nail, or a nail hits the car. See, don't you? Just as an ant beats a big elephant, a small nail can beat a car bigger than itself. That's right, isn't it?
"Why, sir?" asked Sabila who was still cool with his cellphone.
"The car tire is leaking, Non," said the driver. It was clear from his face that he was afraid of being scolded by Sabila.
"Oh my God?! Is it true, sir?! So what if you want to ride?!" shouted Sabila from inside the car. Salsa had been down since earlier and was trying to find a motorcycle taxi around the place.
"We'll take a motorcycle taxi," said Salsa, then opened the car door to get her bag.
"Us? Don't worry, I don't want to!" said Sabila angrily.
"Well, Salsa says goodbye first. Assalamualaikum." Salsa then ran to the father of the motorcycle taxi who was waiting for him.
"Ouch! I've washed my hair with a very uwu, later if I hit the helmet it will break! Ihhh, I don't want to."
"Father, find a taxi first," said the driver, then jogged a little to find a taxi.
"Gosh! Why not earlier?! Tch!"
*****
"Salsa? Are you late? Take a motorcycle taxi too?" Naina suddenly approached Salsa who had just arrived on campus.
"I was with Sis Sabila earlier, but in the middle of the road the car tire burst."
"Oh I see, then where is when?" Naina asked again.
"I was staying, he didn't want to come with a motorcycle taxi because," said Salsa with a smile.
"Hahahaha, you bastard."
"Come on, let's go to class," said Salsa.
"Oghey."
Everything went as usual, but not with Sabila. He was late which made him not allowed to enter by the lecturer who taught at his faculty. It's really troubling. First he had to argue early in the morning with Salsa, then he didn't have breakfast, the car tire was flat and he had to take an ojek because the driver didn't find a taxi passing empty. And lastly, he was about fifteen minutes late, but lo and behold, he was not allowed in by the lecturer. Isn't that troubling?
Sabila decides to go to the canteen, it's good that he has to go to the library. The lecturer himself said that we would not concentrate on studying in a hungry stomach, and now his stomach is very hungry.
"Mom, fried rice and avocado juice!" Sabila had to shout a little and be patient waiting for the owner of one canteen to chat with other canteen mothers. Let's just say they are gossiping about a heated conversation. But Sabila didn't care, all he could think about was that he would die if he didn't eat.
"Wow, is that true? So the son of the owner of this campus moved all the way from America to Indonesia? Just to find the girl who is always present in his dreams?" Sabila overheard a chat from one of the cafeteria ladies.
"Son of the owner of this campus? Rich, right?"
"Obviously, his father's company people are everywhere. Who doesn't know Pak Alif and his only child, Reyhan?" Suddenly the canteen mother replied to the mumbling that was thrown by Sabila earlier while carrying Sabila's order.
"Rehan?" Sabila asked to make sure she didn't hear wrong.
The cafeteria lady nodded and left Sabila with a very, very curious curiosity.
"Lo? Sabila, right?" Suddenly Sabila was surprised by a very handsome man.
"Yeah, what are you looking for me for?" he asked sarcastically and continued to drink avocado juice.
"I know, I'm Rendy. Btw, can I sit here or not?"
"You don't have to use drama, my brother's manners, if you want to sit there, just sit. It's not mine either," continued Sabila, still in a cynical tone.
"So cynical, back to the moon huh?" Rendy teased who was sitting in front of Sabila.
"Heh! My attitude? Depends on your attitude towards me. Suddenly came and pretended to know and now? Want me to turn your face into an iron plate? Huh?!" snapped Sabila, but Rendy just smiled at Sabila's face which made Sabila embarrassed.
"I like your little girl's attitude, not weak and not easy to get or even conquer," he said and then left Sabila feeling annoyed.
"You're so annoyed! You can tell from his style. Oh my God, I have a boy like him," said Sabila, tapping her hand on the table and doing it three times.