SYAHDU (Contract Sleep Friends)
Don't know each other.

...PoV Syahdu's...

I woke up when the sun was already emitting a hot light. I saw Arga standing in front of the walk in closet while tidying up her hair.

"Lo can cook?" He asked when he saw me sitting on the edge of the bed.

I'm nodding. I close my legs when I feel pain at the bottom.

"In the kitchen there are many foods. If laper, cook it yourself. I can't afford it." He said as he walked towards the door.

"Lo's clothes are on the right side." Then he walked out of the apartment again. I don't know where, I don't want to ask either because our relationship is just a bedmate. I mean, I'm his bedmate.

I got up slowly. Ah, it still feels sore. But instead of taking a shower I prefer to go to the kitchen and see what's in the fridge.

The fridge is huge. Moreover, the contents are full of food and fruits. When he heard her words earlier, he seemed to be able to cook as well.

I cook chicken katsu, which is simple and delicious. I can cook it rarely because grandma doesn't like food like that.

After cleaning Arga's apartment, I took a shower and opened the right closet that Arga said. I saw his clothes hanging neatly. Then next to him there is a new arrangement of clothes that he says mine.

I'm dumbfounded. Her clothes are so beautiful. Everything is a dress and it is very expensive. Can I wear it? I'm not used to wearing clothes like this.

I closed the closet and took my bag. I have prepared my own clothes. I wear a knee-length brown skirt and a white blouse. After feeling neat, I came out of Arga's apartment wearing a mask. I don't want my existence to be marked by anyone.

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I walk to class. There are still 10 minutes before learning begins.

"Shahdu!"

I turned my head, little Brother Wicak running over.

"Where is it? How, can't be contacted from yesterday?" Ask with a worried face.

"Sorry, brother. I'm doing a job." Answer lies.

"Where's the task?"

"Dirumah. Sorry.." I cried. I feel so guilty because I am now worthless.

"Lho, why cry? I'm just asking." Brother Wicak gently stroked my hair. "What time's it?"

"Jam 2 sis."

"Jude, we'll go to the hospital, yeah. There in."

I nodded weakly and walked away from Brother Wicak.

I went into class. My eyes immediately caught the figure of Arga sitting and joking with other male friends. Our eyes met for a few seconds until he shifted his eyes and continued his joke.

"Clearned! Here." Adina waved at me who was not so used to my new call. I also walked and sat next to him.

"Liat tuh, saucy Arga, yeah. He said he was good at singing."

Hearing that, Naya and Alika who were sitting in front of us immediately looked back.

"Seriously, Din?" Tanya Naya was enthusiastic.

"Yes, I heard from my friend who knew Arga. It's really cool, right?"

Right too, I did see there was a guitar in the middle room of Arga.

The three of them were busy talking about the figure of Arga with all its advantages. Moreover, Naya who was said to have been smiled by Arga, making it continue the fun like winning the lottery.

Unconsciously my eyes continued to look at Arga's back. Listening to their babbling feels nauseous. They don't know what Arga is. If they knew, would they still like Arga?

"Ras, how are you?" Ask Alika.

"Aren't feeling well." My answer was short and they were directly facing the front because the lecturer had entered the class and the lesson began.

"We go for a walk, how?" Alika's Proposal.

"Yep, I'm also very bored." Adina Sahut.

"How, Race?" Ask Naya.

I just nodded, all waiting for Brother Wicak, I better play for a while. I don't feel good today anyway. I was so limp because my heart was still carried away in a sad mood last night.

Before leaving, I was a little away looking for a place to call the nurse asking for grandma. After receiving the news, I returned to the place. But my steps stopped when someone with Arga stopped my steps.

"Related, right?"

I nodded and he immediately reached out his hand.

"Ibra. We're classmates." He said and I welcomed his hand.

"This is Arga, a classmate too. Must be familiar, dong"

I glanced at Arga's face which looked very irritating to me. Arga reached out and I lazily welcomed her hand. We were like new people, even though we didn't talk to each other.

"You're coming with us, aren't you? We're gonna eat at the cafe in front of campus."

I shook my head quickly. "I have an appointment. First, yes." Say it and go straight away. Somewhat lazy to see the pretentious Arga who did not know when it took my honor.

"Beautiful, she." I faintly heard Ibra's words.

"Ras, here!" Adina called.

"We took a taxi, yeah. It's close." Tukas Naya's.

I nodded, I don't know anything about the area. I just rely on online.

The four of us took a taxi to one of the largest malls in the city.

I was actually astonished to see the huge building, but I quickly covered it up for not wanting to be seen.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, because I don't have much money to shop in that big building.

"Oh, I'm not telling you, huh? Here, there is live music. He said he was singing Momo. You know, that sounds so cool.."

I don't know who Alika meant, I just followed their steps.

"Well, it's a real race. Come on, come here."

Adina pulled my hand. We stood among the many people watching and singing along. I instead focused on the people watching from the second, third, to fourth floors. Many times, they sang along with the female singer who wore the guitar.

"God, Momo is actually prettier!" Tukas Naya filmed the singer.

All the audience sang together, singing Momo's signature song.

Oh, that song. It turns out he sang it. All this time I only knew the song, not knowing who the singer was. I just enjoy making no noise, not wanting to be heard by my friends.

Indeed, I used to sing and be a songbirds in the village, but I did it because I needed money.

I looked up, saw the crowd of people who were simultaneously waving their hands while singing.

I used to dream of being a singer. Even though I was harbored because the scorn of people made me very embarrassed.

What if I became a singer then people knew that I was the son of a prostitute. Surely my pride is getting torn to shreds. That's why I abandoned my intentions and just channeled my desire to be a singer in the village who already knew how my family was.

This is how it feels, if I were to become a singer like Momo, I would probably be surrounded by this many people. Isn't that fun?

Then suddenly my eyes caught Arga's face on the second floor. He's looking at me too. I looked the other way while thinking is Arga really that? Didn't he just go to the front cafe with Ibra?

I looked again in that direction and there was no Arga. Ah, I must have seen it wrong. It must have been because of last night, I kept thinking about it so that his face was everywhere.

That fucking arga...