Sighing lightly while looking at herself in the mirror reflected in the toilet, Weeby finally chose to leave the place after three medicines had been swallowed at a time. No doubt, all the medicine had to be finished within three days, as ordered by her father.
Weeby choked up, her footsteps suddenly stopped just as she was in the doorway. Her eyes looked at Resti, who was about to enter the bathroom. Weeby remained silent, staring at Resti so deeply that Resti's faint smile suddenly appeared. Weeby couldn't help but return it with a clumsy smile, a second after that, Weeby chose to immediately avoid, moving away from Resti's presence.
Resti then stepped into the toilet cubicle, checking all the places and making sure there was no one else besides her. Once she felt it was safe, she went inside.
Suddenly Weeby was startled, her eyes were already bulging, and not long after she was able to neutralize the roar of her breath. Weeby closed her eyes for a moment while stroking her chest with relief.
"You're just surprised at what you're doing," Weeby grumbled, glaring sarcastically at Netta, and then she tapped her friend hard on the shoulder.
"You're so weird, have you seen the devil or are you chasing a burglar?"
"Hush, don't talk so loudly." Weeby rounded her eyes, her index finger pressing against Netta's lips, Weeby would not make Netta speak up again.
Netta quickly removed Weeby's finger, then she said, "So what?"
"Come with me to the park, it'll be quiet there," Weeby invited, then she started walking, leaving Netta, who was still stunned. Netta furrowed her brow and scratched the back of her neck, which didn't feel itchy at all.
Netta's footsteps dragged her to follow Weeby, it didn't take long for her to keep up with the girl's footsteps. Weeby seemed very focused, paying attention to the road in front of her. What exactly was Weeby going to do? Netta still felt strange, but she knew it wouldn't be long before she found out.
It took fifteen minutes for Weeby to tell from A to Z about Resti dating Marcell, about Resti being pregnant because of Gama, her ex-boyfriend. For a moment, Netta thought, lost in her reverie, digesting every word of what Weeby said.
At the ten-second mark, Netta turned her head, glaring at Weeby's face with a look that was shrouded in questions.
"So, if Marcell and Resti have a special relationship now, Marcell could be accused of getting Resti pregnant?" said Netta as she thought for a moment, and there was nothing wrong with what she had just said.
"That's what I'm afraid of. Marcell could be held responsible for Resti's pregnancy, but he didn't do it."
"Then you have to devise a plan to make Marcell break up with Resti, you're the only one who knows that Resti is pregnant."
"Yes, I'll talk to that boy," said Weeby, sounding excited.
"I think you're really excited. Do you have a crush on Marcell?" Netta's eyebrows shot up, and her eyes narrowed, suspicious of Weeby's behavior.
"No, I just feel sorry for him," Weeby replied briefly. but full of emphasis.
"Leave it to you, do you still fight with Marcell often?"
"Always," Weeby snapped.
Netta just grinned innocently, then she said again, "Besides, if you often get bullied by that boy, why would you want to help him from Resti's trap? What if you don't like him? Just so you know, people who like other people must not be willing to put their loved ones in danger, even if it's the smallest thing. Yes, like you, for example," said Netta, sounding very serious and suddenly turning into a determined Netta.
Netta didn't mean to patronize Weeby, there was absolutely no intention of doing so. It was just that, seeing Weeby's behavior and words, which were always related to Marcell, made Netta believe that her best friend was in love with Marcell.
"Whatever you say, Nett, I have a headache," Weeby grumbled as she lazily rolled her eyes.
"By, I want to ask you a question, can I?" After five seconds of silence, Netta broke the silence, staring at Weeby with her question.
"You don't need permission to ask, just say the word."
Netta nodded enthusiastically, and then she started asking questions. "You don't like it when Marcell bullies you?"
"Yeah, you're still asking?"
"You don't want Marcell to date Resti?"
"Of course!"
"Would you get angry if Marcell always bothered you?"
"Yes!"
Weeby was getting lazy listening to Netta's questions, which were all about Marcell. Moreover, what she asked wasn't important at all. It was really taking Weeby's emotions out.
"You don't like Resti's presence in our class?"
"Yes, Netta, you can ask important questions, right?"
"Do you love Marcell?"
"Yes, I told you that if..." Weeby's words were spontaneously held on the tip of her tongue, she then expanded both cheeks until they now looked like puffer fish. Her eyeballs were now wide open.
"Netta, you're baiting me, aren't you?" said Weeby, her emotions already running high.
"You love your enemies," Netta quipped, occasionally laughing loudly, looking at Weeby with laughter still lingering.
"I don't like it, you're really annoying, so you look like Marcell, you know? Wait, you're not his cousin, are you?"
"Hey, don't just say anything, you. Don't say anything carelessly."
"You're so annoying anyway, who knows if you want to run for Marcell's sister," Weeby chided until Netta's eyeballs seemed to roll lazily.
"Whatever you want, I don't want to listen to you anymore, I'll get stressed out like this," Netta said while rubbing her head in frustration.
"Stress, what's so hard about going to the hospital? Don't worry, Nett, there are many hospitals here. And the good thing is, you can choose whatever you want. If you want, I can take you anytime. And I'll choose the best hospital for you."
Weeby grinned at the horse after those annoying words left her thin lips, Weeby then showed her rows of white teeth that were lined up beautifully.
"Ye! Your words just make me hurt, filter them before you say them. It's really spicy, I swear."
"What's so hard about drinking water, Nett? If you want something fresher, ice milk will do. And you can choose according to your taste, it's easy, right?"
"Weeby, I'll kick your ass, okay?"
Netta was already throwing her right hand in the air, annoyed with Weeby. Her breath was already coming out in a rush.
"Stick with it; I'm still immune. There's no way you'd want to do that to me, you'd be scared."
Finally, Weeby's laughter broke out, and seeing Netta, who had restrained her anger, made her happy. It's nice to make someone's emotions run high and fast. Weeby realized that this was very fun to do. Could it be that Marcell felt the same way as Weeby when the boy was pestering Weeby?
Suddenly, Marcell came and immediately sat on the seat in front of Weeby's bench.
"By!"
Still firm in her stance and choosing not to glance at Marcell, who was now sitting in front of her, Weeby chose to focus on her phone screen. Weeby already knew the type of person Marcell was, coming only when he wanted to disturb. That's why Weeby pretended to ignore the boy's arrival.
"Weeby, what are you doing?"
Marcell was annoyed at being ignored by Weeby, he rolled his eyes lazily, then snatched Weeby's cell phone sarcastically, feeling too curious because Weeby was still busy with the inanimate object when he called her name.
Weeby immediately looked up, gave Marcell an intimidating look, then her small jaw hardened, and she proceeded to snatch her phone back.
"What the hell are you? Get out of here, just bother me with your work!"
After her cell phone was already in her hand again, Weeby still looked sarcastically at Marcell.
"It's up to me, this class isn't yours either, and Ella doesn't mind if I sit here."
Marcell immediately stuck out his tongue right in front of Weeby's face, while Weeby just smacked her lips in annoyance. Indeed, now the damn boy was sitting on Ella's bench.
"I don't want to. Go away. Do you want me to slap you?" Weeby spoke with a sharp look in her eyes. To no avail, she immediately raised her hand high into the air, preparing to throw a punch at Marcell.
"I'm used to being struck that way, you can use the anti-mainstream way, right?"
"What do you mean?"
Weeby's forehead looked bumpy, it was always like that. The ambiguous words that came out of Marcell's lips made Weeby have to think critically, draining his brain to digest and scrutinize the boy's words.
Marcell rolled his eyes lazily again. However, he still wanted to make Weeby's emotions heat up again, and no doubt, Marcell was anxious to do something like that.
"Grabbed using your lips, for example, isn't it good?"
Marcell immediately grinned, his neat row of teeth also showed. Weeby's cheeks heated up even more, a red tinge spontaneously appearing there.
"MARCELL, YOU GET OUT OF MY SIGHT RIGHT NOW!"
Weeby's breathing was now labored, her nostrils were already flaring. The flashes of anger had already exploded. Feeling challenged, Marcell didn't care, still faithfully sitting on Ella's bench. Even more infuriating for Weeby, the annoying boy casually smiled at her while propping up his chin.
"You're single, that's why you don't sell, you're just angry all the time," Marcell said bluntly.
"Yes, I know you already have a girlfriend, so your purpose in coming here is to show her off to me, right? I already knew that," Weeby retorted, still glaring at Marcell with her eagle eyes.
"It's good that you already know, now I want to ask, how long can you stay single?" Marcell said while showing his crazy face that anyone who saw him would want to eat him alive.
"You tease Weeby, you automatically tease me!" Uti suddenly overtook her, staring emotionally at Marcell.
Weeby and Marcell, who heard that, immediately turned to the source of the voice, looking at Uti flatly. There was no reason for Uti to swoop in and interrupt Marcell and Weeby's unimportant conversation, she was just disturbed, wanting to defend Weeby. Uti was furious, Marcell had gone too far.
"You outsiders don't need to interfere, just stay there if you want to watch. This is also my business with Weeby, so you don't have to get involved, okay?" Marcell raised one eyebrow.
Uti didn't obey at all, her eyes were still wide and piercing.
"Ti, you better shut up, okay? I can take care of this useless human by myself, you just relax."
Weeby reassured Uti while nodding her head and speaking very firmly. Uti was forced to sigh lightly, nodding weakly, but soon he smiled broadly.
"Listen to what singles say, now you understand, right?"
"Shut up!" said Weeby sarcastically, her beautiful face now returning to stare at the cocky face in front of her.
"My mouth is also my mouth, I don't have the right to tell you what to do, God has created each mouth."
Already arrogant, he talks a lot, like a chatty girl who asked to have her mouth plastered. Furious? That's for sure. Weeby was always frustrated when faced with Marcell's annoying attitude.
What kind of ordeal did God give her this time, and how could this unlucky boy like Marcell enter her life orbit? It felt like Weeby just wanted to die instead of dealing with how bad Marcell's behavior was.
"I'll count to three seconds until you don't leave, I'll--"
"Not afraid!" Marcell immediately cut off Weeby's unfinished speech.
Clenching her hands tightly, Weeby immediately sighed heavily. Marcell really always took his emotions away. I don't know what was in this boy's mind to be so annoying like that.
"I haven't finished talking yet, you're just trying to get in the way, aren't you?" Weeby's eyes were already bulging, a second later, her hand shot up and landed perfectly in Marcell's ear.
Not wanting to delay any longer, Weeby immediately plugged Marcell's ear anxiously, this time she was not playing around. Weeby squeezed Marcell's ear firmly.
Weeby's lopsided smile reflexively formed perfectly because Marcell was moaning in pain, Weeby couldn't believe it when his sense of hearing heard Marcell, who spoke apologetically. In between Weeby's deadly barbs, that's when Marcell tried to let go of Weeby's hand. But unfortunately, Weeby's hand this time was stronger, like someone who was in a trance.
"Let go of my boyfriend!"
Weeby immediately looked up, loosening her hand from Marcell's ear, which had turned red, and then the tail of her eyes looked at Resti, who was walking so fast towards her and Marcell. The look on her face was flat, but the aura of anger was clearly visible.
"Who told you to do that to my boyfriend?!" Resti said it emotionally, staring at Weeby so sarcastically that she didn't even blink.
Trying to find the courage to speak up, Weeby finally did, even though she had swallowed a bitter taste in her mouth. Inevitably, she was afraid of Resti's anger.
"Because your boyfriend likes to bully me, tell him," Weeby replied, not wanting to be accused by Resti; it wasn't her fault, but Marcell who had attacked her blindly. Attack in the sense of pestering her continuously.
"Are you blaming Marcell? Aren't you the one who asked for attention from my boyfriend? Do you think I don't know? People like you should just be destroyed for bothering people's boyfriends all the time."
Weeby's throat tightened at Resti's scathing words.