As beautiful as Destiny
5. Awkwardness

Breeze rubbing soft khimar Citra. The girl was sitting on the balcony of her apartment sipping her warm tea. He also ate a slice of pizza that he had just delivered.

Drrr... Drrr... Drrr...

Phone's vibrating. Direct image of his ex. The name 'Kak Andri' on the screen of the phone that called him. The image rubbed both palms while blowing them. Trying to get rid of nervousness.

His hands shook and he picked up the phone, and he raised his call.

"Assalamualaikum, Brother!"

"Girlwindsalam! What are you again?"

The image held onto her already beating chest very quickly, "Emm... Sitting on the balcony again, brother's back in America?"

"Udah, two days after you left,"

"What does my phone need? Tumben called?"

"Have you read the letter from me?"

The mouth of the image instantly clenched. His tongue is straight, "Emm... Not yet, Brother. The image is too busy with the same task. But, will Citra read as soon as possible, God willing," he lied. It was impossible if he said that the letter was not in his hands.

"Sir papa, Ra. Brother also does not want you to rush to read the letter. Just relax!"

The image smiled bitterly, "Aren't you eating?" The image seeks to divert the conversation.

Sounding from across there there was a sound of weirdness, certainly coming from Andri himself, "where is the image that does not like pleasantries?"

The image patted his eel many times, "Cit-ra no pleasantries.

"You mean that you're paying attention to me?"

Citra's face instantly turned deathly pale, "no!"

***

Flashbacks

3 Years ago

The white-veiled girl covering her chest, the, in padupandaskan with white uniform and a gray-rimmed skirt was walking to class 12 MIPA 1 because it was told by the math teacher who taught in the class to bring a package book, map absent, and so on, et cetera. It has become common.

Citra knocked on the door while bidding her greetings shyly.

"Come, Ra!" tell that teacher.

With slow steps, Citra entered the class. Really, he's embarrassed now. The feather stands. His palms were cold sweat. How not? He was in the senior class.

All eyes were on the girl. Especially the people of Adam. Some recite 'God's Messiah', some tease him, but not Gubris image.

"Since when in school do we have bule?" whisper the man who sits at the corner. His friend just shook his shoulder.

"Bule? Muslim ones? It's not weird. It's just weird."

"Dot! By Allah! What kind of beautiful scenery is this?"

"Daughter, I'm sorry I praised another woman."

That is the truth of the students who are the eyes of the basket. Can't see a pretty woman a little.

The image placed some of the books on the teacher's desk painstakingly. Accidentally, his eyes collided with the man who had mature brown skin, narrowed eyes, dimpled, really! Similar to Andi Arsyil.Ya, Citra likes the artist named Andi Arsyil.

The image immediately broke eye contact with him. His heart was pounding hard. The voice of Mr. Tio, the math teacher awakened Citra.

"Thank you, Ra!"

The image smiled clumsyly, "sama-sama, sir. I'm going to class, sir? Assalamualaikum!" The image extended its hand, intending to kiss the back of the teacher's hand.

"Glamma!" reply Mr. Tio who finally thrust his hand towards the girl.

The image gave a small nod to the man who had made spontaneous eye contact with him before finally breezing off from the classroom.

Haidar, the man sitting next to the man who looks like Andi Arsyil nudged his shoulders, "an Andri who used to keep his eyes, also shaken his faith by beautiful hijab and bule." seduced Haidar.

Andri tried to hold his hand so as not to shake Haidar's head in front of the teacher. Yeah, they're sitting in front.

But it can not be denied again, that Andri felt something in his heart when he looked at the woman. You could say you fell in love at first sight. Yes, Andri could immediately conclude that.

***

Citra plays her pen. His gaze led to the white board. Both corners of his lips lifted up, forming a smile.

Jasmine, my partner Citra was nudging Citra's shoulders, "gue doesn't want to have crazy friends!"

As the image regained consciousness from his daydream, he blinked his eyes many times, "why, Jas?"

"Gee!" Jasmine screeched in annoyance. While Citra just shook his shoulders.

Jasmine followed Citra's footsteps. The girl swung her feet towards the place where the peddler was.

"Bang, buy five thousand bricks!" he said along with the man he met in class 12 MIPA 1 earlier, they both looked at each other. Again eye contact.

The image of a clumsy smile, Andri scratched his non-itchy nape.

"Fell in love at first sight nih yee." siul Haidar.

"Because, I'm in the law. This is my first sentence back to school!" jasmine said in a loud voice. Yes, because of Haidar, Jasmine gets punished. Initially, just as Jasmine was about to enter the gate, it was held back by Haidar who asked an unfortunate thing. Therefore, they were both punished because the fence was closed.

Haidar was surprised by Jasmine's voice, "you can make people know, no?!" replied Haidar who was not less loud.

Jasmine clucked her waist, "gue was so grateful that you budeg,"

Haidar wanted to curse Jasmine, but her mouth was first held captive by Andri. Haidar forcibly took off Andri's hand which smothered his mouth.

"Lo tuh inversely proportional to the attitude of temen lo who is kind, friendly, polite, Muslimah, uwu really dah." Haidar's eyes lead to Jasmine and Citra alternately.

"Dar is already! You're old still ngeladenin under you." annoyed Andri.

Andri's eyes turned back to Citra, "you were the one who wrote Mr. Tio's book, right? My name is Andri." Andri extended her hand.

Citra nodded as she received her helping hand, "my name is Citra, from class 10 MIPA 1."

Jasmine stuck out her hand, "my name is Jasmine, sis. It's Citra."

Andri nodded her head, "salam knows."

"Basic singles! Still want to know your own best friend's girlfriend."

Both Andri and Citra were confused by Haidar's words of origin ceplos. Dating where? They just got to know. Indeed, Haidar is a slanderer!

Jasmine's eyelids widened, "Who is the same as Andri? I have a boyfriend."

"Zinc, aa! Nih batagornya," the batagor seller was also giving them a bowl with each other that already there batagor.

"Nih, sir, same pay that has Citra," Andri handed over money worth ten thousand rupiah. Sontak Citra rounded her eyes.

"No need, brother! I have my own money."

Andri did not rub, he smiled at Citra making dimples on her cheeks, "no problem! I hope we can be good friends,"

Citra's face was blushing, "thank you, sis!"

Andri smiled again, after which took Haidar away from the canteen. Otherwise, it could be even more noisy because of arguing unprofaedah with Jasmine.

"Gue belom jajan, crazy!" his protest.

"Many of you have a debating event."

"Wait! I want a cimol snack first," Andri waited for Haidar at the cafeteria table.

"Aren't you snacking, Jas?" ask Citra.

"It's a snack" Jasmine shows him a sloth. When is Jasmine? As far as the image of him beside him earlier while waiting for him to buy batagor. Maybe when Citra was talking to Andri times, well?

Jasmine glanced at Andri who was busy chewing on the adobe on the side table and the front was still empty. The girl glanced at Citra and Andri alternately. Without warning, Jasmine pulled Citra's arm towards the table occupied by Andri.

"Jas, what's the matter here?"

Jasmine doesn't tease. It cleared its throat, "Sister, can we sit here, can't we? Not in any place,"

The image shook its head, "no, Jas! We're in class!"

Andri chuckled, "no problem, Ra! Perhaps, the seat is still empty."

Citra looked at Jasmine so annoyed, "I'm still in class," without waiting for a response, Citra immediately sauntered from the canteen.

Jasmine growled, "I'm sorry, Brother! My friend is stubborn. I've never felt love, so it's natural!"

Andri frowned, "I mean?"

"Yes, he's so awkward with guys. His heart must be controlled by love first, only he will love another man after the first man. And right now, there's still no man in her heart,"

Andri smiled warmly looking at the back of the image that is getting longer, getting away.

***

Oh yes guys! There are some parts that I need to revise. Maybe all part. So, please be patient if there are any irregularities in this story. At first I would like to make a revision, but my hands are already gatel. But, I've got a new update part. Insha'allah. Just calm.

So, of course God willing the story will be better.

Happy reading to everyone!