Call Me Isha
26. Chat with Arga

Finished with the ritual of bathing, while drying my hair I walked towards the cell phone which kept making a dizzying sound to the ears.

Aunty Nesya's smartphone was already in hand however, I was at a loss to operate.

I turned the device in all directions, hoping it would light up just like when Arga was wearing it.

"This how?"

Not yet relieved my frustration. Now, the shakes and the sound of the notification followed to make me close my eyes.

I researched every annoyance of the phone and found a lump on the edge of the device.

"Maybe it's like a remote" I murmured.

Out of curiosity I pressed the top and nothing happened, then when the bottom lump I did the same, now the originally black device has shown a sign of life.

"Finally!"

I frowned seeing something written there.

90 Messages from 1 chat.

Stiffly, my index finger pressed the sentence which miraculously opened itself to display a message with the name of the person who ruled the heart.

My Ar is a

[Isha]

[Isha]

[I miss]

[Isha!]

[Isha!]

[Hello?]

[Night babe]

[Well asleep? How to get laid?]

[You know I miss]

[Where are you?]

[I miss.]

[Reply to my chat.]

[Hey!]

[You know, farting if held can make a disease, let alone miss]

[I miss]

[You can't open HP?]

I giggled amusedly at the sorted message that Arga sent, not to mention a few sentences just now.

[Yet you read my message, hey!!! Reply!! I want you to pay it back!]

[If you want to reply, press the white box with the text 'TYPE MESSAGE']

[If you have already pressed the letter on the keyboard]

I obeyed what he suggested, then miraculously I found a white box by sharing the letters that were plastered there.

My Arga❤

^^[Sorry Arga, I took a shower]^^

[Key]

[I'm off first, willing to learn. You are learning too!! Let me compete with me! The spirit!💪]

^^^[Yes]^^

After replying to the message I rolled over my body while looking up at the sky of the room accompanied by a strangulation.

🍁

"For Isha!" greet someone when I get to the school gate.

"Also."

"Yes, sister, I'll stop by."

"Okay, I'll have your samperin in class."

"Yes." Yeah." Pause briefly. "Sister!" call me who stops Raefal's footsteps going to his army building.

"Why?"

"Later to lunch Brother eat with his friend or me?"

He was silent, weighing the decision. "Bareng lo aja, my friend nyamperin his girlfriend all."

I laugh. "Everything's looking for a girlfriend."

With one palm, Brother Raefal scooped my face. "Neither laugh, you are single."

"Jomblo ngatain singles."

"Still mending me, although single but many want. Emang lo," he sneered.

I smiled wryly. "Yes,"

"Okey see you!" pamit Raefal before leaving.

I looked down at my untied shoelace then, crouched down to correct the rope.

Bruk!

"Akh!"

The body as well as the person who hit me kissed with the corridor floor which was fortunately quite quiet.

"Fuck you Cupu! My knee hit the floor!" a voice I know very well.

"Ma-sorry," my great-grandson.

"Sorry! It's a public place and you squat! Where's your brain?!"

"Sorry, I just wanted to make shoelaces, sorry Lin again."

I stood up and thrust a hand at Orlin to help him.

He looked at this hand like he was looking at dirt, then without feeling he brushed my hand away.

Orlin stood up without my help and looked me in the eye. "The horror! Want as bad as it gets, I don't want to be helped by people like you!"

Orlin who had turned around was about to go lock up his intentions and then looked at me as usual. "One more! Satisfied all the pseudo happiness you have today before it's all destroyed is left."

That incident has been a long time. Now, I was nervous because a teacher was scolding me for a number.

"Look! Your grades are far from good!" said Bu Nina showing the results of my repetition.

The atmosphere was silent, no one dared to speak at a time like this.

"Mother herself is confused, from the tenth grade you are mediocre. But why don't you get thrown into IPS, but instead into MIPA."

"It's not just Mother who is confused," my inner self.

"Mother wants to know! Next time you have to get good grades! Minimum entry to KKM!"

"Yes Mom I'll try!"

"Good, if later your value remains the same. I'll ask the principal to consider you here."

"Yes Ma'am,"

"Mom!" Arga held out his hand.

"Yes Arga?"

"Allow me to teach Isha Bu, I promise to make her value exceed KKM."

As I turned my head, everyone in the class was very familiar with Arga who did not like helping at all about the lessons but, now everything changed just because of people like me.

"You sure? Don't you feel any distress? Especially with the race you often participate in?" ask Bu Nina to make sure.

"Mom take it easy, I can divide the time."

Miss Nina looked at me. "From now on you will be guided by Arga, I hope you are not thrown into other majors later."

"Yes, Mom."