DALLAS
CHAPTRE 3

"Oh Las actually, I don't like boxing too much, I'm not sure I can survive there." Said Abiyan who was afraid of a blow.

I deliberately forced him to take MMA training so that he could also keep himself and those closest to him, from the bad guys.

When I got there something surprised me and Abi. I was very surprised then, because Jonathan was there all of a sudden.

"Jonathan?" I said confused.

"Lo, what are you doing here? Do you want to take MMA training? I just hit you, you didn't fight me back. I'm not sure I'm going to MMA training." Jonathan told me.

I didn't respond to him, I just looked at him with a cold look. Then the MMA coach came to me.

"Oh! are you two gonna sign up here, too?" ask an MMA trainer with her big, masculine body.

"My name is Bimo, I will be your Coach, if you will train here. What's the name of you two?"

"My name is Dallas and this is Abiyan."

"Oh yeah, do you know Jo?"

"Yes, we know him, we're one school." My answer.

"Oh well, Jo's been training here for 3 years. So you don't have to be afraid of him." Coach Bimo held Jonathan's shoulder

That day I trained for the first time. I'm still not very good at this MMA. But Jonathan, he's been great.

"See Jonathan is very good at punching the samsak, I'm not sure how long it will last here, this is not my talent Dallas." complained Abi to me while staring at Jonathan who was hitting the samsak.

"Okay if that, I will not maksa lo again, if you do not hold with this sport. You can stop, after all, this sport is too dangerous."

Every day I continued to train tirelessly, every night I always went to Coach Bimo at his MMA training ground called Panthera.

I've been practicing MMA for a week at Coach Bimo's. Abiyan quit this MMA training. Because this is not his talent. Abiyan could not force herself to settle in a place she did not like. Now that Abiyan has always been on the circuit to do his hobby, he is very fond of motor racing. He has also been involved in illegal motor racing.

"Dallas!" coach Bimo shouted to me who was training with the other members.

"Yes Coach, I'll be here soon!"

Coach Bimo called me into his room in that room not only me, but Jonathan. I don't know what Coach Bimo wants to talk to me about and Jonathan.

"Coach called you to tell me that, from tomorrow, the key holder of this place will be Dallas. Jo, you'll give Dallas the keys to this place." cried Coach Bimo in my presence and Jonathan.

"Wait, why coach? I've been holding the key for a long time. But why should I give it to Dallas?" Jonathan said with an angry face.

"Wait a minute, I don't understand what the coach means?" I was confused by coach Bimo and Jonathan.

"Dallas, formerly the key holder of this place was Jonathan but now I give it to you."

"Why should I coach?"

"Because Jonathan has rarely been in lately, he even skipped training a few days without telling me. I don't know what he did, Jonathan used to be very diligent but now he's starting a lot of booze..."

I felt bad for Jonathan, even though Jonathan hated me, I thought maybe after this he hated me even more. Jonathan gave me the key to this place.

"Wait for Jo, it's better for you, and I'm only here for a week" I said, giving Jonathan the key.

"Udah don't let go, just hold the key. I'm bored here anyway. I'll find a better place than this." Jonathan replied with a cynical look.

Since that incident, Jonathan and I have become more and more like enemies, and Jonathan hates me even more. Even he came out of the Panthera MMA coach Bimo.

I feel so guilty about it. But I can't do anything anymore because Jonathan is so stubborn.

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I didn't feel like I was in 11th grade, I've changed a lot. I keep busy practicing MMA every day every night. I'm not just thinking about MMA and school, I'm just like any other guy. I also thought about my love story. My feelings have not changed, my feelings are still the same as before, I still like Dara.

Dara is getting beautiful, graceful and also smart in terms of art. Now she also teaches painting and drawing to her underclassmen during extracurriculars. I can still only look at her, I can't take her heart yet. Because Dara still belongs to Jonathan. Even though I know Dara doesn't seem happy with her.

But I'm not the old Dallas anymore, who's quiet like an idiot and doesn't dare to fight. Now I've been able to fight a little bit of my childhood trauma that scared people. And now! I also want to fight Jonathan to get Dara.

The day came, the first day of school after semester 1. I'm happy because I'm still in class with Abiyan and I'm even happier now that I'm in the same class as Yasmin and Nayyala. But I'm sad because I'm not in class anymore with Dara. Dara is now one class with Jonathan, since first entering the 11th grade.

The situation in the classroom completely changed after I was in class with Star and Barbara.

I used to have a class with Barbara, but now it's different. The two of them are now a popular couple they are always bucin in class. They are often called B&B Pairs, because the initial letters of their names are the same. Mareka is a popular couple in school number 2 after Jonathan and Dara.

That moment when I opened my bag, I remembered something, I brought Dara's handkerchief. The handkerchief he used to clean the blood in my nose at that time. I haven't given Dara that handkerchief in a long time. "Gue has to turn this back to Dara."

Then I went to see Dara in her class

"Where are you going?" ask Abiyan.

"Gue wants to see Dara." I replied.

And finally I went to Dara's class to deliver her pink handkerchief with the neatly knitted Butterfly logo to her right.

Upon arrival in the Dara class, the atmosphere began to change, it turned out that Dara class was not as noisy as my class. I was very happy at the time, because Jonathan hadn't come yet. Dara was sitting alone while drawing with her pencil that was not too sharp, her hair that was tied loose and some strands of hair that blocked her beautiful eyes. I stood in front of him and called his name.

"Become.

"Dallas's. What are you doing here?"

"I came here to return your handkerchief, I forgot I should have given it earlier."

With a smile Dara took her handkerchief from my hand.

"All right, I'll take it. Thank you for returning it, because this is the handkerchief my mother made for me."

"Yes Dara, thank you again."

I don't know why I'm all close to Dara. I can't be cold anymore. It was as if Dara was the sun melting away my cold nature. Dara always looked simple and her voice was meek.