"Assalamu'alaikum, La," said Binar smiling brightly at Skala who had just entered the classroom.
Skala snorted when she saw Binar and his accomplices were already hanging out in his classroom, on his bench instead. The girl ignored the greeting and sat down at Sava's empty table.
"Muslims when they hear greetings, they must answer the greetings, you know, La. Why don't you just shut up," Binar commented on Skala's indifferent attitude.
"I answered in my heart, so you didn't hear," said Skala curtly.
"Today Sava didn't come in, you know," said Binar without being asked.
Skala frowned upon hearing this. This morning Sava was still texting him and he didn't say anything.
"He's still s..."
Bruck!
A bag flew and hit Binar's face, stopping the man's rambling. The bag owner walked innocently into the classroom, staring intently at Binar.
"Ops, sorry, I thought your face was in school," said Sava, smiling mockingly.
"If you're joking, you don't like it, it's not fun when you look as handsome as I am with a wooden board," said Binar, who didn't accept it. "Why do you go to school anyway, instead of resting at home? It's so stubborn to come to school." Binar checked Sava's forehead with the back of his hand. "It's still hot! I'll take you to the UKS!"
"What the hell, I'm fine. It's just hot," said Sava flatly.
"If you faint later, I'll be in trouble."
"It's really too bad, it's just too hot. Come on, you better get out there! Bring all your minions! Just make my class hot," said Sava, pushing Binar out of the classroom.
"If anything happens, you have to call me!" said Binar before leaving.
Skala sat back down at her desk, as well as Sava who sat on her own stool.
"Sav, are you sure you don't have any relationship with Binar?" asked Skala suddenly.
"Me and Binar can't possibly have a relationship, La. My heart has fallen for someone else," said Sava with a faint smile.
"Wow, who? Tell me, please," said Skala enthusiastically.
"You'll find out later."
*****
Enggar looked embarrassed at the man who had been pacing in front of the class. The man looked restless with disheveled hair, unkempt clothes and muttering lips either nagging what or who.
Already from a few minutes ago the man was walking like a model. Making his two friends sitting in the front seat just shake their heads.
"Das, if you want to catwalk, don't come here! It just makes my eyes hurt," commented Enggar after a few minutes of not being able to stand Dastan's attitude.
"What's wrong?" asked Delo to join in.
"That bastard dares to play at Skala's house. How can I calm down when he's so close to Skala," Dastan scolded looking at his two friends.
"Are you afraid that Skala will fall in love with him?" Enggar asked more like a mockery.
"Shut up! That's not what I'm afraid of," Dastan snorted in annoyance.
"So what?" asked Delo.