Sam
New hobby

Invite Sam to meet in the library a few days ago has been ignored Nada. The girl no longer wants to deal with Sam. Even in the corner of his heart said something else.

Every call and chat from Sam, ending with the menu delete pressed. Nada did not open any of them and immediately deleted the history of the entire chat. I really want him to open those messages. However, he was afraid that if he opened it, a decision would falter.

“Why don't you try to open, Na. Who knows it's important" Via suggested, as Nada just silently flinching to watch her phone screen.

Smiling tone at Via. ”Leave it. Take a stray new number. However he explained, all of that would not bring things back. I've been on the lips of many people. Mainly by supporters of Dita.”

Via was still silently watching Nada's sad face. He's still guessing the extent of Sam's influence since the incident. Nada doesn't want to admit anything. The explanation is always realistic if he does not want to get close to Sam again and make various parties misunderstand.

"With you like this, I'm drawing conclusions, Na."

Tone turned his head full towards Via beside him. "What conclusion?"

"You like Sam, don't you!"

Speech Via makes Nada flinch. As a person who has been friends for a long time, a little bit surely Via can guess it.

Tone laughed softly while pinching both cheeks Via. "Don't make it up, deh. Who I could dream of liking Sam. I'll be at the guyur saos again, same as his new girlfriend."

Nada's sarcastic remarks made Via stab. It's clear the face of his best friend is always wrong behavior if only met with Sam. However, Nada seemed to not want to show it to anyone.

Finally, Via no longer mentioned it. Tone tried to deny it. It was more than enough if Nada was indeed uncomfortable could he interfere too much in it. He quite understands if since that incident Nada must have fought to restore his confidence again.

The next days went as they should. This past morning has always been a drizzle. Even since the dawn of Adhan. Makes anyone feel lazy to move. Especially going to school.

The view of students entering through the school gate is varied. Color coat is the cause.

Some of them leave their hair in the rain. One of them is Sam. Seraut face that is quite handsome is increasingly rare to smile. More efficient smile, more or less like that. Candaan Dika and the others were unable to make him laugh like before.

Sam and Ando, Dika, Royan and Akmal are walking in a group to get to his class on the second floor. From the opposite direction, there was Atar from a different corridor. Beside him were Nada and Via. I don't know what they're talking about. To be sure, the arch that implied happiness, was on the lips of the Tone that walked in front of it. That made Sam something else. He's not happy at all. Because he's not the reason for Tone's laughter. The fierce girl who always became attractive as she teased him.

*

"Sam. Long time you are old cepet loh,” said Akmal while throwing a pack of cigarettes in front of Sam's legs folded cross-legged.

“Sam can languish too, cuy," teased Dika while chewing atomic nuts.

Sam just stared lazily at Dika and re-centered his eyes on the guitar strings without his strummer lyrics. He was confused to think about the words of his brother who forced him to attend the police academy, once he graduated later.

"Rather than join it like this, buy the one right there! I have this money." Dika prepared to take out a sheet of rupiah from his pants pocket, "buy a light aja cuy. Afraid that my father would find out later if I reached teler," he continued while extending money to Royan.

Ando glanced at his four friends. Still deliberately silent and focused his phone's gaze. Because he still chatted with someone.

Sam himself did not respond to Dika's remarks and preferred to sing slowly.

Royan and Akmal stood up while fingering the contacts in his pants pockets.

With a slow movement, Ando accidentally stepped on the two contacts that were lying under his feet. He tried to thwart Dika's plan this time.

"Where the hell, contact me!"

"Ck, we're young. I'm a forgetful," decak Akmal who opened the former snack.

Ando smiled slightly as he pretended to come looking for her.

“Buy ginger wedang in front of aja, Yan! Just walk, not for five minutes.” It was the voice of Sam who had been lazy to see the contact drama disappear suddenly.

"Pinjem your contact, Sam! My contact is the same as Royan said!" Dika approached Sam and raised his hand.

"I don't want to drink anymore, Brik. If you guys buy that one too. I'm back." That casual tone sounded like a threat in Royan's ears. So it becomes a dilemma.

"Tumben, you!" Dika chimed in.

Sam clucked slowly. "I'm going back to the Paklik house, you know. Males is ribet."

This time Ando just raised his face from his flat screen. He smiled slightly at Sam's request who ignored Dika's invitation.

Dika, Royan and Akmal were like that. Although astonished, they can only mutually lyrics without saying again.

"Now, Yan, the money! GPL, yes" Sam's holding out money on Royan.

Royan according to take the money in the hands of Sam and megajak Dika participate.

"...

There is still a gap in your heart

Which I can still stop by.. Try me when you want..."

"nananananana Na Nana. nananananana..."

“Why the hell, you, Sam? Still guilty of Nada?" akmal asked when Sam's voice began to wilt and only muttered because he did not memorize the lyrics.

Dika the bucket, told me about his neighbor, who was none other than Nada when the middle day was surrounded by Dita. So, his other friends finally so concluded and know the problem Sam that one.

"Why take it with you, son?" replied Sam frowning with a tinge.

"Udahlah, Sam. Don't shut down anymore. I know, even though the five of us are just the ones you tell. I call you the guy, let's not let you get rich with toothache."

“Emang have you ever had a toothache?" kilah Sam while putting the guitar, "rich' has never been rasain a toothache," he continued while igniting a cigarette between his fingers.

“Inya you, so not fun, Sam. If I'm the one talking, yeah. This time you are really in love," Akmal said again while throwing atoms into Ando's body that was engrossed in his own game.

"For the focus, yes. Do not need to jump," said Ando relaxed.

"Kaya' has never been in love, '" said Sam, blowing smoke into the air.

Although Akmal's allegations are true, Sam is still reluctant to answer and change to discuss the study tour tomorrow.

Until then Ando and Royan returned with some ginger wedang wrap in plastic wrap.

“Start fun, here. What the hell is that talking about?" asked Royan as soon as he started handing out ginger wedang.

Sam who has been so interested in drinks that give a warm effect on the body, immediately drink it.

Previously he had moved it into a glass that had previously been provided by Dika, the owner of the house.

"Study tour, guy. Mr. Chairman has given his report to the builder. Get ready for the money after this." Akmal who opened his voice then unfaithful talk flowed as usual.

Sam occasionally glanced at the residents of the front house. I hope he can see it a little. Even though that glance is enough.

*

Nada always avoids if accidentally he will cross paths with Sam. Although word of mouth he had heard that Sam and Dita had broken up, it did not make him so relieved. In the field, in the yard, in the corridor or every Friday when the members of the OSIS spread to withdraw donation dues.

When the study tour a few months ago, as much as possible Nada still avoid Sam. There was a message from Sam that he accidentally opened. Take a picture together in the Dieng area at that time. The tour study was finally carried out after the class increase.

Tada remembered the message sent after he finished taking pictures with Atar with a view behind the three-color lake, in Wonosobo area.

A fresh smile was slowly attracted by Nada's lips. He concluded himself that at that time Sam was jealous of Atar.

Next Nada hit his forehead softly as his thoughts had already deviated far away. "I could be ge-er like this. Sam, right, could've found the most beautiful girlfriend in Smaba. Think of it well, Nadaaa this you," muttered Nada softly.

A cold Boba-shaped clock in the corner of his room shows at 11 p.m. Then the maid went up on the window of the room facing the street. Slowly Nada moved to close the window of her room. Across there is Dika's house which is always crowded by the voices of her friends.

"Mas Sam must be there. The sound of his catfish can be guessed." Tones of amused laughter heard the voices of people singing across the street. Unfortunately he could not see clearly who the occupants of the terrace were always noisy every night. There are red shoots that are deliberately planted behind the fence. It was the one and a half meter tall plant that blocked his visibility.

*

Nada has been an eleven-year-old for a week. That is, Sam was definitely up to the 12th grade.

The tone, which sometimes still secretly steals a glance at Sam, still feels at home enjoying his days that are exactly like a thief. Same for his social accounts. He sometimes listened to all the activities Sam uploaded in the story' WA and IG. If Sam hadn't uploaded his story, Nada would have missed him.

Nada was deliberately avoiding Sam. But in his heart he cheered when he accidentally saw Sam. His heart remains the same. Rippled as he looked at the face of the upperclassman who was still his idol. In fact, when looking at his back alone, like being rewarded with thousands of fireworks.

Like this time, he was watching a video of Sam riding on his motorcycle, following the sound that was viral.

"Such a style, anyway. Vidio kaya' like this in upload. Coolest t-shirt, pretty ass. Girls still love to talk about her. But.... He was always cool." A knotty smiling tone saw the look of Sam inside his phone which he accidentally put behind his book.

In front there is a father and mother who are talking on the carpet in front of the TV. He anticipated that she would not suspect him. Because if he studied in the room, mom already nagged unclear. It's bad to think about Nada. Making his own conclusions, by accusing Nada of only playing mobile phones without wanting to learn. This is because its value dropped during the receipt of yesterday's report.

Tone deliberately makes a book for his cell phone shield. At school he had begun to study hard. And mobile phones are his entertainment. In fact, only when at home, he can play HP. In schools where it could stalker-stalker people's accounts.