Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 22: The Cold War

“My, come with me, yuk, go home from school.” Friska's call was not answered. The girl nudged the arm of her best friend. “Myria.”

“Oh, yes, what?”

Friska snorted and twisted the eyeball. Since morning Myria was very difficult to talk to. Several times he had to nudge to be responded to.

As of this moment, the two girls had been in the cafeteria a few minutes ago. However, only Friska herself was busy talking and eating snacks.

“There's something you think, yes, My?” ask Friska further. Not forgetting, he looked at Myria's food that was still intact and just stirred. “Neating too from earlier?”

Myria turned to her own plate. He did not taste anything because the cold war with Angkasa was not over. Last night, her husband did not sleep in a shared room, probably in another room. Even in the morning, Angkasa skipped breakfast and left early. Myria was confused to apologize.

“Make you alone, nih.” A plate of batagor that had been ordered, Myria finally thrust towards Friska rather than waste money.

“Lah, why? Not fit? Want to change menu?”

Myria shook her head weakly. “My stomach is not good. Make you aja.”

“You sick?” Friska directly shifted the chair and observed Myria up close. As a best friend, whatever Myria experienced, she was always worried.

“Eh, no. Don't know, want to mens kali. Umpah, eat only.”

Friska's shoulder was pushed; it was Myria who did so that her best friend would stop asking. Too much talking, it can lead to suspicion.

It's true, hiding something makes yourself unsettled. However, Myria could not possibly have said anything to do with Angkasa to Friska.

“What did you say, Fris?” Feeling quite calm, Myria diverted the chat. He tried to forget for a moment for Space and focus on his best friend.

“You can take you to the bookstore that is on the market deck home from school later. But if you are sick, yes, no need.”

“Come, I'll accompany. Later I want to buy flowers to Mother's grave.”

The fork in the hand stopped piercing. Friska raised her head and turned to Myria. “You to the tomb home school?”

“Um.” Myria muttered as she sucked the orange ice. “Kangen same as Ibu.”

“My ...” A hug was given Friska. He gently rubbed his best friend's back to provide comfort.

Myria commented a smile and returned a hug no less warm. She said, “I don't pa-pa, Fris. Wounds lost parents will not heal, but I still have to continue living.”

There was a puddle in Friska and Myria's eyes. The two girls seem to forget where and are busy with their own world. Some of the students who passed by were astonished, but some considered it ordinary because there was no business.

“Udah, ah. Concerned sister class.” Myria unraveled the hug. Her white, wiggly fingers wiped the corners of her eyes while embroidering a smile. She must look fine even though she actually wants to cry because her head is full of the burden of thoughts regarding her new household.

Not long after the bell rang, the two girls who had been in the cafeteria immediately returned to class. However, Myria's steps stopped in the doorway when she saw Erika on her bench talking to Angkasa.

“Do they get better?” Myria's heart murmured. It is not usual to see Space respond to Erika's presence. But why is it like this now?

Different from Myria who just sculpted, Friska first advanced and drove away. “Lo not bell? Still feel at home here.”

Erika turned her head, and Angkasa sat quietly on her own bench. The guy was busy eating ice cream as if he wasn't bored.

“Regularly,” says Erika while standing. He stared cynically at Friska, then sweet-faced at Angkasa. “Ka, I'm back first, yes.”

Yesterday Angkasa behaved very bodo to Erika, but again for now it is responded to despite only one nod. The treatment made Myria's heart a little bitter and envious. She was the young man's wife, but she was also the one who was neglected.

The lesson goes on without interruption. The Physics teacher explains and the student pays full attention. The occasional question and answer event happens so that the class is not like walking only one way, but there is an interaction of students and teachers.

“Bu, what magnetism properties of an object can be lost?” One of the students raised his hand and asked after being welcomed. This adds to the seriousness of others to learn.

The female teacher smiled in response. “Ya, can be lost if ...” The marker leads to the board, Mother Master wrote as she explained, “Magnetic properties can be lost when the first: hit; second: heated, and third: electric current flow back and forth.”

“If the time is enough, we will discuss this one by one.” The explanation continues. All serious and busy taking notes. Including Myria, she had to forget for a moment the raging feeling in the chest and the prejudice from the mind in order to still be able to catch the lesson.

When the clock came home, all the students rushed over without waiting for orders. Space that used to be relaxed like his wife, now first go without saying hello or anything. The gerrymandering in the heart had not gone away, the young man was reluctant to interact with Myria.

The afternoon air hit the face and flew the hijab. Myria and Friska agreed to go to the subscription bookstore by transport as usual. The two girls immediately searched for what was needed, but occasionally interspersed with reading samples of books that had been opened.

“My, nice this novel.”

Myria approaching. He flipped the book in Friska's hands to read the title. “You like?”

“Entah, read only two pages, doang. Read the blurb behind this cool, anyway, like.”

“Ya, have bought aja.”

Friska. He put the schoolboy-themed novel back on the bookshelf. “Ngak, ah. My savings are not enough. Anyway, can still read the novel online, kok.”

“Yes, go, Fris. Gini printed novels have been curated by editors in layers. Same thing in the app. The contents are also a consideration, not only the origin of writing.”

“That, yes?”

“Hu’um.”

“And you wrote in the app too. Why not write your own, anyway? Weird!” Friska. Sometimes, he was confused by the way his best friend thought.

“Not broken. I am, after all, self-aware that my writing is still lacking. Still need to learn a lot.”

“Udah, ah. Come on, come home, let's get you.”

The conversation must be stopped because time keeps turning. Finished buying the book and looking for flowers, the two girls boarded a ride together. In the middle of the road, Myria went down first because her late mother was buried in a cemetery near her contract.

The condition of the tomb is silent. The dry leaves are falling and not yet swept. The afternoon sky was covered in gray clouds ready to rain.

One still relatively new center became Myria's destination. The girl prayed for a while, then cleaned her mother's grave from the small grass that began to grow.

“Mother, I'm coming.” Myria's tone began to tremble. His hands clenched lightly to strengthen themselves.

However, as hard as anything is withheld, the sadness from the heart spills out in the form of tears. “I'm healthy, really, Mom. May my mother have her grave covered. It feels like a lot of stories. I also want to know that I am married.”

Myria continued to murmur quietly like she was chatting with someone else. He spoke softly while pulling the grass.

Meanwhile, Space has not yet returned. The young man went to the house. Workshop and his best friend's house is indeed a place of daily trongs.

“Yes, buy more use your own money, napa, Ka? Lo income from the workshop is not less times if you only buy one motor.” Sakti thrusting a can of soda. He gave me an idea, even if it was not asked.

Space glanced at his best friend. He ignored it and gulped the soda a few times. “Kira lo by the way. If I sell it, there are even seized all my facilities.”

Sakti chuckles. True what his friend said. The problem is not about money, but rather on the rules of parents. “Yes if so, accept your fate. Lo tetep saucy even though the motor pack is that. Most reduced what percentage doang.”

Space gives hearing. He finished drinking and then moved.

“Where are you going?”

“Go home, you think I used to be able to go home at will.”

Sakti laughed at the words of Angkasa. She's getting sucked, “Lup for me if you're now a mama's boy.”

Space stared intently, then kicked Sakti's knee and pulled out the helmet. “Rese lo.”

The Sakti laughter is breaking. Never thought if friends who used to win races often, brawls were sown, now must be confined in the family palace.

“Baek-baek lo on the road!” yells Sakti when the Space motor drove and left the house.

Street's jammed. It turns out that Angkasa came out of the Sakti housing complex at the same time as the office person came home. Plus the drizzle started to fall, some bikers had to stop and pull over to put on a raincoat.

Space broke through the streets because it didn't carry a raincoat. He had to get home immediately before getting soaked like a water-soaked cracker.

Azan magrib reverberated just as his feet climbed into the living room. Space rushed to the room to clean itself up. The door was still tightly closed and the condition of the room was dark, the young man frowned. “Where is Myria?”