drabbles. lalalayeyeye

There was once when he laughed so hard and didn't care about anything else.

It was a cold Saturday evening, a time when most people are going out with their beloved and the singles were getting insulted by some certain micro-blogging website accounts.

Well actually, half-unfortunately should I say, I was one of the said singles. So here am I, sitting on a corner of my classroom accompanied with my laptop and a certain happy-go-lucky brunette. Honestly, a part of me really enjoyed that, despite the bright sunset ray that goes through the window and had to make me squint my eyes.

"Sometimes I just don't understand my life." I complained at that time.

"Why? Is something wrong happened?"

"Well?" I threw a death glare at him. "It's Saturday evening, duh! With all those happy couples come passing all along my eyes to this second and those words my friends threw at me like 'when you're going to have a boyfriend~?', how I'm supposed to be okay?!"

For a second, I felt nothing. Not even the soft hush of the wind, not even the sting the sun ray gave my eye, not even my body. Even my heart felt like had stopped beating. I felt limp.

(Yeah, how am I supposed to feel after yelling at my best friend?)

But when he started to smile, my heart felt like thumping again. I turned away, trying to hide the fact that my cheeks had gotten hotter.

"...you're weird, duh."

"Eh?" My ears twitched at what he muttered.

Quickly, I faced him again, and instead of dazed away by his bright grey orbs, the only thing I can see is his brown hair that reflects the sun ray, making his hair becoming even more browner. Yes—he hung his head low.

"You're the one who's weird," I scowled low. "Usually people tried to be bright by putting their heads up." I reached over to pat hard his shoulder,

and was confused to find his shoulders were shaking.

It didn't took a long time until I heard a soft chuckle coming out from him. It grew louder and louder during the next few seconds, and before I could realize what is going on, his laughter echoed the whole classroom, with his head hung up and tears started to form below his eyes.

I blinked, completely dumbstruck. What's with this kid actually—was he laughing at me for being a complete nerd and introvert so had to stuck in this tutoring since noon?

After what I felt like 10 minutes, his laughter gradually came to a stop. Gracefully, he brushed away his tears and started to look at me in the eyes. There's something I saw in his—something glowing warm.

"You, madam," he snickered, "is weird. How can you easily decide your life based on you having a boyfriend or not?"

"Are you insensitive or what?" I snorted. "I always get daily dose of insults every Saturday evening on social media, and it really hurts my eyes seeing people chit-chat here and there about their hangout plans!"

There was a moment before I felt my hand being squeezed with something so warm.

"You're cold," he muttered. "So that's why."

(That idiot might say I'm cold—little did he know that my cheeks had grow even hotter than before.)

"I personally didn't care about having someone beloved," he said again, still looking in my eyes. "If it is only to avoid being teased everywhere, I'd rather be forever alone."

I blinked twice.

"People said you don't need to listen to other's opinions about you if you want to enjoy life. The less you care, the happier you will be," he sighed. " But I know you. You always care for others, even you hardly ever show it. It's just that you cared too much."

"So?"

He chuckled softly. "Just don't care for everything in this world. Just care about what you love and what are supposed to be cared about. Otherwise—just walk away from them."

I quietly nodded, head hung low.

"Oh, and hey, please promise me." A pair of fingers lifted my head up. I was about to start fantasizing him kissing me all over again, when all come up in my face instead was his pinkie finger extended towards me.

"Promise me you wouldn't complain about something you shouldn't care about it," he stated firmly. "I don't want to see my precious childhood pal being unhappy anymore, alright?"

I smiled, slowly letting my pinkie intertwine with his. "It's a promise."

A silver laptop stood on my table had just become a silent witness for the promise that will change my life, even with its screen warns for low battery.

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.....drabble macam apa ini? Apakah ini semacam pelampiasan karena nggak bisa ikut Bintama? ; u ; //wes

Dan yap, ini adalah satu bagian kecil dari satu proyek cerita lain yang akan gue kerjain selama libur 6 hari entar! :3 *sadar wey, proyek puisinya Anin aja belom kelar-kelar*

Nah, jadi gitudeh. Sekian and see you kapan-kapan!

- Jian, 15 tahun, gaya nulisnya sekarang mirip Cory Doctorow. Katanya sih.