THE PRINCE OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS
eps.2

I looked at him in confusion, my God, what did he just say?

She smiled at me and then she quickly laughed, "Hahaha, how could we be like dating people. We're friends."

I snorted in annoyance, just now I felt happy, then he instantly dropped me into a sea of disappointment.

"Yes, we might as well be dating. I don't deserve it, who am I? Just an ugly, black chick, and I love to dream of things I can't achieve,"

He stopped his laughter and remained silent for a long time. The look on his face changed like never before, what happened to him? Does he regret saying that? Ah where is possible. I brush off those thoughts, I can't think too much that he feels the same way as me, if falling just knows the taste.

"Have you guys, I'm hungry. We eat yuk!"

I grabbed his arm and took him to a stall not far from here. I want to distract him so that the atmosphere is no longer awkward. He just kept quiet and I thought to ask, somehow it felt awkward, I shouldn't have said that just now. Ah you stupid.

After arriving at the stall I immediately sat down and he too. I called the food vendors' mothers and ordered them.

"Mom, I ordered fried rice with one warm tea, yes" I told the food seller's mother.

"If you want what message?" Ask the seller to Bhishma who has been silent.

"Just like her, ma'am," replied the kindly Bhishma, but after that it went back to silence like that.

"Oh, yes. Please wait a moment, yes" said the seller then left us.

The night was getting darker, the cold was getting felt, the drowsiness seemed to have wanted to control me. I saw the clock on my wrist showing at 02:40 in the morning apparently. I looked again at Bhishma, I seemed to no longer know his way of thinking, intermittently talking a lot, then suddenly silent.

BRUKK...

I kicked the table hard enough to make him startle and glare at me.

"You want to make me have a heart attack, right?" he said with annoyance, but no matter how sad his expression was he would not look scary.

I chuckle, he looks funny when he's upset. A pantonymous face like her doesn't deserve to be angry in my opinion.

"So you've been quiet, I'm not confused, and if you're late, how? It's not funny" I replied, chuckling.

"Cambett? Where is there a demon that dares to disturb me? Hah, at most the demon just wants mode, I'm handsome."

Shit, his big-headed attitude came up again, it felt like I wanted to stick him in the shoes I was wearing. I squinted my eyes, then pretended to look at her with a dislike face.

"Did?" He looked at me with a look of disbelief, "your eyes are fine right? I'm the same Egi sir? Yes, it is obviously my relationship!"

I smiled amusedly at seeing her return to her normal, like a child. I'm glad he's not meddling with me like that. I honestly don't like it when he's quiet.

"Don't you like it again Egi sir?" His eyes glared at me questioningly.

"If so, why?" I said lie, I wonder what he would react to if I answered that.

He stared again, long enough. Then he laughed quite loudly, "Hahaha.love blossomed in High School, teacher and student, well good also if made a story."

I snorted in annoyance, but my intention was to know if he loved me too or not. What I think is not the same as reality. The truth is bitter. He just thinks of me as a friend, that's all. Loving one side is more painful.

Now replace me who is silent, listen to his loud laughter that makes my heart feel pain. I didn't expect it to hurt like this.

"Why are you quiet?"

I don't want to answer, I want to be quiet like what he did. Enough's enough! I can't stay this long, I can die for loving her who obviously doesn't have the same feelings as me.

Suddenly the mother came with a tray of two dishes of fried rice and two glasses of warm tea.

"It's mas, mbak, the food. Please enjoy it." said the food seller's mother while putting the tray on the table.

"Yes, ma'am" he answered kindly.

"Thank you ma'am" I replied no less kindly than him.

After the mother left I immediately ate the fried rice with greed as well as she might be the same. But unfortunately I did not look at him, only making my heart hurt even more.

"Zahra," she called me a shriek.

I looked at him, "What?"

"I want to say something to you, too,"

"Jude, if only!" awkward answer.

"I want to..."