PHC: NEW ERA

chapter two: roommates

naim leads him to his dorm room rather quickly. they walked in silence most of the time. naim asked him a few questions like, 'kau skip satu form kan?' 'kau ade berapa adik beradik?' and a few others he can't seem to remember.

they arrived sooner than he expected. putra thought he would be alone, but turns out, there was already two more students in the room.

"ni bilik kau. empat kasturi." naim says, calmer than putra expected. the new student nods his head slowly and stared at the two figures in front of him.

one of them, the 'pendek' one, he calls. he had brown hair and grey t-shirt. he wore a kain pelekat wrapped around his waist securely. he also has a lollipop on his hand, ready to be unwrapped.

his grip on his iphone tightens as he scans the other male. the other student.

the 'tinggi' one is wearing a red t-shirt and a zipped down hoodie to cover up his arms. grey joggers and white headphones wrapped around his neck. black hair that falls perfectly around his eyes.

"sape ni, naim? budak baru ke?" the 'pendek' one questions the prefect. naim snorts, grinning.

"budak baru. putra nama dia." at the mention of his name, putra blinks back his thoughts away and slightly bow to the two.

he greets them with a short 'hello'. the two raise an eyebrow and looked at each other then back to naim and putra. the 'tinggi' one smirks and hums.

"handsome muka, lahir kat mana ye?" he asked and eyes the boy curiously. putra's pupils shakes. his grip on his phone tightens more, his knuckles turning white.

he feels pressured, he feels overwhelmed. he feels so, so claustrophobic. god, is he really going to have a panic attack here? at this moment? he's going to unalive himself after this, embarrassing moment. he's going to move states and change his name and change his loo—

"kau jangan macam-macam dik. sian kat budak ni. belum apa-apa dah kene buli ngan kau" the 'tinggi' one lets out a scandalous gasp. he puts a hand on top of his heart.

"aku? buli orang? kau ingat aku ni sapa? kahar?"

kahar? who's that? he sounds like someone important. putra took mental notes of everything and everyone in this place.

naim chuckles before returning his focus back to putra. by this time, the student had calmed down and his face has started to look more like his skin.

"yang tinggi tu, nama dia fakhri. adik aku. yang pendek sikit tu, azam. tapi kitaorang semua panggil dia ayam." putra gave him a confused look and looks at ayam, seemingly wanting to ask him a familiar question.

ayam sighs before saying it.

"lebih baik nama aku ayam, daripada sotong."

— '20' —

putra settles down in one of the bed besides fakhri's. naim had left him alone with them after telling him where his bed was and left quickly, muttering something about a 'sesi restu'.

he was arranging his clothes in his wardrobe when fakhri asked him that question again.

"kau tak jawab soalan aku, tadi." he mentions, turning his body to face the other fully. putra stops his action of putting the twisted book series on his bottom shelf.

the male faces him, eyes baring into fakhri's soul. "aku tak comfortable lagi nak bagitahu kau aku lahir kat mana." he replies casually, then going back to his tasks. fakhri seems amused and ayam seems confused.

"tapi kan, kau nampak macam melayu, tapi tak. hm, ape-apelah, aku tak kesah. yang aku kesah sekarang ni, is that, kau suka membawang tak, putra?" at the mention of gossiping had putra snap his head at the duo.

"membawang?" he ask, eyes curious with a hint of mischief. fakhri notices this and grins.

he's definitely going to like this guy more than he thinks he will.

ayam smirks. "yes. about kudrat. nak join?" now, who was putra to resist a gossiping session with his two, new, handsome roommates?

he stops all of his actions and sat down on the edge of fakhri's bed. the youngest frowns slightly at the act.

"kau nak jauh-jauh tu, nanti tak dengar. dekat sikit" fakhri urge, doing a few hand signals to support his point. putra is silently confused, but obeys.

he scoots over, getting more closer to the duo. his left knee grazed ayam's and his right knee fully touching fakhri's.

ayam grins wickedly, cracking his neck two times before leaning over to the two others. putra leans in, excited to hear whatever news the other had with him.

"mula-mula, aku akan ceritakan pasal, sistem high council kita"

"high council tu ape benda sia—"

"diam lah putra, orang baru nak start cerita dah kena kacau."

— '21' —

in the form five dorm, sat five seniors lounging around, some vaping and some scrolling through their phones.

"eh, korang ade dengar tak?" the shortest of the all, hakeem, breaks their silence. the youngest, ariz looks at him quizzically.

"apo dia?" the youngest respond. hakeem snickers and signals all of them to move closer. they obeyed, moving and leaning in closer to each other.

"dengar-dengar cerita, ada budak baru masuk rumah kasturi dengan rumah tuah. dengar-dengar cerita jugak, budak-budak tu, jamb—" hakeem got cut off my the leader, the kapla, hitting him on the back of his head, snickering.

"kau nak usya budak-budak tu ke keem? gila kau dah masuk ke?" his statement got three of the guys cackling and a pouty hakeem.

"tak lah! kau ni kahar, aku cakap benda ni sebab budak-budak tu sumpah jambu, serious! kau kene tengok sendiri esok. ade satu tu, aku dengar dari si naim, nama dia putra. putra bulan anaqi. pergh, dengar nama pun sedap, apa lagi muka, kan?" his short essay was responded with his friends bickering about it the guy was really that handsome.

but the name felt familiar to kahar, their leader. the name send tingles to his brain and fireworks to his stomach. his head hurts from thinking about it too much.

he shakes the feeling away and laughs with his friends, although a bit awkward because of his thoughts, he hides them flawlessly.

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a longer second chapter! thank you, again, for reading this crappy book of mine. terima kasih jugak kerana sudi menjadi motivasi saya untuk continue cerita ini. sekian, terima kasih (for now) 💗