Chapitre 15: Mario and Reza's Random Traits
There are many things you can do while playing with friends. For example, playing snakes and ladders seriously with some snacks stolen from El's refrigerator, it's a habit that has always lasted until now.
"Huh, I've been down and down again because of being eaten by snakes, I never won this time," Reza said while ruffling his hair roughly. He doesn't understand how he can always lose in all aspects of the game, it's a shame. Yesterday lost playing ludo, now lost in the game of snakes and ladders. His luck was never good.
Mario burst out laughing when he saw the dice he had just rolled showing a six, which meant he had another chance to get his turn. "Yes! I have found out who won, forgive me for being arrogant, I have to win," he said proudly, hitting his chest lightly, proud of the victories he always had.
El who saw that just rolled his eyes. Playing snakes and ladders is a very boring choice according to him. Hey, why waste time rolling the dice for a win? What's more, you have to pass snakes that are not real but in the game, the rules can eat the player's pawns and cause the pawns to decline.
"I'm done, you guys just play," said El as he fell to the floor with the feather rug underneath. He closed his eyes, then appeared Nusa's face which was annoying to him.
Mario raised an eyebrow. "Why? Ah, that's not cool, if I lose, I can get five pizza boxes as a winning prize from you, El." He said in a languid voice. He's been desperately trying to strategize from how to run pawns to roll the right dice. Okay, let's just say Mario is exaggerating.
"Come on, we need some food," Reza said in response to Mario's words. Who doesn't want to be served food?
El opened his eyes and pointed to a few packets of snacks lying on his carpet. "Why ask for so much pizza?" He asked.
Mario nodded his head excitedly. "Let me explain, El, when it's midnight, I usually get hungry and choose to eat pizza with my dad and the others," he answered excitedly, every time he told a story, El took the initiative to buy everything he said.
"I'm not seriously asking you," El said casually.
Reza laughed out loud seeing Mario's sour face when El replied with a flat face and a cynical tone. "Feel it, so don't mess up the atmosphere, eat El's words 'I'm not seriously asking you' bwahaha."
Mario shrugged. "Yes, El's house is my house too. So like it or not, El has to prepare what I usually eat, that's the concept."
"I don't know myself," said Reza, throwing the dice at Mario and hitting the boy's forehead.
"This is domestic violence, Reza!" Mario said while throwing Reza's face back with his pawn.
"Wow, you're asking for war, damn it, let's go to war! Who's afraid?!"
Reza got up from his seat, then walked over to get the pillow on El's soft bed. "Pillow fight!"
Mario quickly stood up, picking up another pillow to use as a weapon. "ATTACK DON'T MISS OUT!!"
El who felt his room would soon be like a broken ship, immediately got up from his sleep, choosing to stay away from them. He walked out of the room letting his two friends do their silly activities as usual. If asked if he feels jealous of the closeness of Mario and Reza? The answer is no. He didn't feel at all that his two best friends were any closer to each other than he was. He chose this path and was also quite happy to have friends like them.
Happiness in El's sense is happiness that no one needs to show and be proud of. Only he and God know, and of course, Mario and Reza also feel the same way about him.
He knocked on the door of Alvira's room which was right next to him. The door decorated with fake flowers looks very beautiful as the owner of the room. Plus the big name 'ALVIRA' is engraved in the middle of the door.
A few moments later...
The bedroom door opened and Alvira was seen wearing a cartoon patterned pajama, which was very cute to look at, the blue color combined with the white skin color, looked so harmonious.
"Hey, Bara? What are you doing here? Don't you have Mario and Reza in your room, right? Or have they gone home?"
El gently stroked the top of Alvira's head, he looked at the girl in front of him at this time. "Are you bothered by their voices?" He asked, choosing not to respond to Alvira's words.
There was a tone of deep worry, but still, that cold expression never left El's handsome face.
"No, I didn't hear any noise. Well if they're noisy, just let them be, they're boys then it'll be noisier when they're having fun." Alvira said with a sweet smile.
El didn't answer, not knowing what else to say. He didn't even intend to leave Alvira, for whatever reason.
"What are you doing, Bara? Why are you silent? Is there anything else you want to talk to me about or is our conversation over?"
"Do not know."
"Come eat ice cream with me, right now. How about it?"
"Lazy."
"PlayStation? We'll play soccer so you don't get bored. Later when we score goals, we'll scream with joy--"
"Neither do I."
"So what do you want, my handsome brother?"
Alvira refrained from hitting El on the head which in the sense of being rude to do that to her brother she should respect.
"Let's get out of the house."
El grabbed Alvira's wrist, pulling the girl in her footsteps. He opened the door slightly, intending to say permission to Mario and Reza if they wanted to go out with Alvira.
"Rio, Za, I want to get out of the house for a while with Alvira," he said, reaching for his jacket hanging on his bedroom door.
Without hearing an answer from Mario or Reza, he immediately pulled Alvira's hand gently to descend the stairs.
"It's midnight, Bara, where are we going?"
"That place is the reason why I always come to a school near the entrance bell, you want to know the reason, right?"
Alvira raised an eyebrow. Did her brother just talk to her in a long sentence? Does she need to celebrate this? Ah, I don't think so, because now is not the time to be discussing this.
Meanwhile, in El's room, Mario and Reza stopped their silly pillow fight. They looked at each other as if they were telepathic, exchanged thoughts as if they understood.
"So what's the point of staying at El's house when the one with the room has just said goodbye and wants to leave the house?" asked Reza as he threw himself onto the soft bed in this room. He looked up at the ceiling, staring at the pure white roof.
Mario threw the pillow in his hand at Reza's face, dissatisfied with his answer. "It's up to him, after all, he is with Alvira. It could be that the younger sister who is prettier than Cinderella is asking to buy something, right if Alvira is cranky it's really hard to persuade."
"Damn it, what are you throwing at my face with all the pillows? This face is expensive, there is only one in the world." Reza said while smoothing his hair, in a confident style that made Mario suddenly feel nauseous.
"You're so handsome? Crazy conclusion. Yes, your face is limited edition, aka no man wants to match your face because it's not world standard, sorry."
Criticize each other, but no one is offended. Yes, that's the greatness of Mario and Reza's friendship.
"Huh, look at my good looks well, if you're not handsome, it's impossible to have many exes," Reza said proudly, collecting ex is his hobby. Who wants to meet Reza? get ready to be the next collection, dear.
Mario laughed loudly. "IF YOU ARE HANDLE, IT CAN NOT BE SINGLE NOW!"
Reza looked at Mario with annoyance. "I'm waiting for the right person, I'm also tired of being a playboy."
"Waiting for the right time? If a girl says she loves you, you accept it immediately."
"Yeah, have you ever been in the position of girls confessing their love?"
"Ever, really, who doesn't want a handsome plus humorous guy like me? All the girls beg me,"
"Unfortunately I don't know and I don't want to know."
"If you know, you will be blown away!"
Alright, the topic of their conversation is getting less and less focused. Intending to talk about El leaving the house, he continues to be plagued by love problems.
Do you think, you have random friends like that?
"HUEK!!" Reza acts nauseous.
Mario rolled his eyes. "You don't have to, you're embarrassed to admit that I'm more handsome than your face, right?"
Reza threw a pillow at Mario. "I know, you are sleepy, you are not clear, it is better if you sleep outside the room," he said with a hand that pretended to drive Reza away.
"Who told you to look after me?"
"When you're left alone it's louder like a firecracker, talking to yourself is like talking to the wind."
"Wow, you're likening me to a firecracker? Haven't you ever been beaten with the power of a pillow?"
Reza raised an eyebrow, Mario's brain was running. It's just his behavior. "What's that?"
"Feel it!"
Mario took several piles of pillows arranged on the sofa in this room, then threw them fiercely at Reza's body. "Feel it. That's why you shouldn't be too confident," he said with a big smile on his face.
"You did ask for war again? see if I will win."
And yes, once again tirelessly they returned to a pillow fight. With such great guilt, they make El's room a mess. Fortunately, El is a good person, otherwise, he might be kicked out of the house and will never let Mario and Reza stay in his house.
"If I win this pillow fight, treat me to pizza, no refusal."
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