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CAN POV

"Tin......."

When I want to get into the P'Type car, I see a car passing us. My other friends have been in the car and are busy by themselves, so they don't pay attention. A car that I know very well, the car that I rode in almost every day, until a few days ago.

Tin also saw me. Our eyes met despite being blocked by the windshield. I want to shout for him, but my voice seems to be stuck in my throat. So Tin really doesn't want to be friends with me.

When I got home, I immediately sat on the bed. I can't forget Tin's face who passed me earlier. Even though I only saw for a while, I saw sadness there, not anger. Shouldn't Tin be angry with me? But why does his face look so sad?

We only know each other for a while. But since we were 'close', I didn't miss a single day without Tin. Either because Tin picked me up and drove me to college, waiting for me to practice soccer, treat me to food, or take me to watch in his mini cinema. In fact, we always send messages or phone calls when we wake up and go to bed. In short, no day without Tin.

Then suddenly everything disappeared. No text, chat, telephone, let alone meet. The meeting was accidental. I'm sure, I miss Tin. But why? When I can't meet Good, Ae, P'No or anyone, I don't feel like this. And why does this heart hurt every time I remember him? Is it really like what P'Type and Pete says, that I'm in love and jealous? I told Tin that I didn't like this feeling. I also refused and asked that I want us to keep in touch as friends. But why do I feel lost now?

Can see the contents of the conversation with Tin from the beginning, until finally he fell asleep with a cellphone still in his hand.

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TECHNO HOUSE

"Looks like that kid wants to go to dinner here, No," said Type while walking to Techno's house.

Techno just smiled a little and looked at Kengkla who got out of his car, who kept looking at him. Techno really feels bad for Kengkla. He was indeed forced to accept Kengkla's feelings, but Techno was and is a person who is always being a responsible person for whatever he did. So he felt that he had hurt Kengkla's feelings, even though indirectly. He also asked Kengkla to keep their relationship a secret from anyone, especially his friends.

Maybe Techno is a slow and stupid person, but he is not that stupid to not realize everything that the Type and Champ do. But he can't do anything to save the boy. He is not ready. Even though he knew Type's lover was a man too and Champ was not a homophobic, but still he needed time to tell them. And there is a possibility that Kengkla will change his mind and forget about the incident that night, he thought.

But after a few days passed, it was added today, for some reason Techno became convinced that Kengka did not pretend to like him or even loved him. And that makes him feel even worse. Because until this moment, he didn't feel a different feeling for Kengkla. His feelings remained the same as before that night, still considered Kengkla as his younger brother.

Now Kengkla is even following his house. Techno believes that Type will continue its action tonight. The type will not release the 'prey' easily. Do I have to tell the truth to Type? In order for him to stop the crazy action of hurting Kengkla, he thought.

"No, I haven't stayed here for a long time. Tharn will come home tomorrow. While tomorrow is off, I'm staying here tonight. Can I, Ma ?," asked Type at Techno mom, but his eyes stared at Kengkla.

"Since when do you need my permission to stay overnight, dear ??," answered Techno mom.

"Hehehehehe ... Sorry to trouble you, Ma," answered Type, smiling.

Kengkla's expression had been bad since noon and it was getting worse now. His face looks angry and sad. I was eager to approach him and tell him to go home, so that the Type could no longer hurt him. But Type never left me at all. Even when I change clothes, he follows me. I didn't dare to protest, because what he did was something he usually did to me. But now there is Kengkla. Even though I don't love him but, I have agreed to be his boyfriend, so I have to be responsible for maintaining his feelings.

"Nong, you didn't go home? It's late already. N'Nic also seems to be going home late tonight," asked Type after Techno mom disappeared behind the door of his room.

"Yeah Phi. I also want to go home now. P'No, I'll go home first. Please tell Aunt and Nic," he said softly.

"Yes, be careful Nong." - Techno

Kengkla left the house with unsteady steps. Techno can only see Kengkla's departure with guilt. While Type smiled smugly.

"So ... Until when will you close your mouth? I have no problem doing this every day. Don't forget, Champ added." - Type

"Actually I can guess but I want to hear it directly from you. You're my best friend, No. I won't let anyone hurt you. ANYONE !!!!."

Type pressed the last word very clearly. And Techno knows that Type doesn't play with his words. During this time the Type has taken care of everything, so sometimes Techno feels too dependent on him. Even after Type is dating Tharn, his other best friend, sometimes Type is still favored him more than Tharn. Well even though it's not as often as it used to be. But he is always there whenever Techno needs him.

Apparently, the only way is to be honest with Type. Maybe he has a better solution than making him date with Kengkla, he thought.

Just as Techno was about to open his mouth, Type's cellphone rang.

"I'm at Ai No's house, Tharn."

"Hah? Have you come home? You said you would come home tomorrow?"

"Okay okay. I'm coming home now. Wait."

"Ai No, it turns out Tharn's gone home. I can't stay overnight. Bye."

Type immediately took his bag and disappeared as fast as the wind from Techno. Okay, Tharn is still more important than Techno, he grumbled.

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NOTE: Italics - Techno

Techno tries to sleep but can't. Kengkla's angry and injured face always crossed his eyes. Finally he took his cellphone and called Kengkla. It doesn't take long to hear the sound on the other end of the phone

"Phi ..."

This is the first time Techno has heard such a voice from Kengkla's mouth. A voice that sounds sad and weak. Usually he always calls his name cheerfully, spoiled or tempting.

"You haven't slept, Nong?"

"Not yet. Why hasn't Phi gone to sleep? Phi must be tired right? Phi was a training hard today, plus accompanied P'Type to the mall until evening."

"Eh, how come you called me, Phi? Where is P'Type ?," he asked curiously.

"He went back to his home."

"What !!!! Back home ???."

"Yes. Go home."

"Why?."

"It seems you don't like it if Type doesn't stay here. Do I need to force him to stay overnight?"

"No no. Don't. Leave him. But why, Phi? If I knew, I would't have gone home as soon as I did, Phi."

Kengkla's voice is back to normal. Sulky voice. Techno smiled at that.

"His boyfriend came home faster. Then he left me. I was not important to Type."

This time Techno teased on his little 'boyfriend'.

"Phi, there is me. You are the most important to me. I will do anything for you. If you want, I will go to your house now. I will accompany you, Phi."

"Hahahahaha ... No Nong. I'm just joking. After hanging up, I'm going to sleep. I called you to apologize for Type and Champ's treatment today. I know the reason they did it but I can't do anything to defend or make you more comfortable. I'm sorry, Nong. "

"It's okay, Phi. I understand. I promised I'd wait for you to tell them right? And I will keep that promise, Phi. But if I may ask, I have two requests. Will you grant it, Phi."

This time, Kengkla's voice sounded serious.

"Hmm ... Say it, then I'll decide to grant it or not."

"Phi, before I say it, can we just move to the video call? I want to see your face, Phi."

"I'm embarrassed, Nong. My face ..."

"Please Phi ..." Kengkla interrupted.

"Okay...."

Techno immediately accepted the video call invitation from Kengkla. Kengkla's smiling face was the first thing on the screen. The face whose aura is 180 degrees different from the day before.

"Phi ... I miss you."

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Published : 23 Desember 2018 ; 9.15pm