Hideaway [Book 1 :||:]

The Last Hangout

That sunny early June morning, I dressed in a long sleeve black-and-white vertically striped T-shirt with a short but thick-enough-to-make-me-sweat-in-a-couple-of-minutes sweater saying, Bucleon 45, black leggings and newly polished white converse sneakers. I came in school with a very small, and navy blue Fendi-like sling bag that was just enough to carry an old 2012 version of an iPhone 5, its already-not-working charging cable and an 2-3-year-old tiny white ACE Insurance company power bank, and some money (Indonesian Rupiah) in my simple pink wallet (IDR 150.000 = US$11 + some of my BFF Lyssia's savings with mine).Iremembered that particular last day that my fifth-grade class P5E had togetheras a very (not very) awesome and special class. That day included lots of fun,nostalgia, craziness, eating and crying.

It's not that much for doing a garment-shopping, or in this day's hangout case, playing in the arcade, I guess. My left hand (a.k.a. my writing hand) carried some delicious and mouth-watering food and snacks, and my right carried the iPhone 5 I owned.

As I slowly entered the special and according to me, extraordinary and brightly decorated classroom, everyone was both in high and low spirits. The high spirits are shown excitedly and they reflect the mischievous grin the boys of 5E are showing, but the sad ones were buried miles deep within each of the room attendants' soul as later we would save the (#hashtag) threatening-to-flow salty tears and pure sadness to weep and say goodbye for my kind-of distant cousin Bradley (Often called Ley, or LeyBear), due to his family's issues (Family always comes first, so I have been sworn to secrecy, I'm obviously not and shan't [shall not] and won't be telling you...#kepo), had to leave for Brisbane, Queensland, Australia.

I let mymemory swim to the previous nostalgic night before, where several of us (myfriends) were at Puri Mall having a little surprised and unexpected hangoutwith our form/head teacher, Mr. Aries. It was quite a fun night, I should say,taking dozens and hundreds of pictures along the way as we ate and fussedaround chit-chatting with our friends, a chance that I will always try to findevery second of every day.

Minutes later, after locating my snacks in the middle of the connected 16 tables (I think so) placed in the heart of the class and half-full of snacks, I opened my phone and into my WhatsApp, where half the group members in P5E #BestAndEternalFamily (Not so best and eternal now, I guess) are starting to take weird selfies and spammed about the others' whereabouts.

I face-palmed, 'This hasn't even started yet!' I thought.

Fortunately, I was saved by Lyssia, who was dressed casually, and carrying her caramel-brown Longchamp backpack, waving and saying, "Hi!"

"Hey!" I called, "Brought snacks?"

"Yep," she replied leaning her head back at the small chair, which was shorter about a head, "Our favourites."

And we did our little friendship and girl talk, the favourites.

Normally, when we did the 'girl' talk, boys would tease/bully us and the favourite, annoying, alliterated, pun-like, sickly-sweet (like Dolores Umbridges' voice) but irritating-when-repeated-everyday-and-second -for-over-7-months nicknames for us (don't laugh on the puns)"Jelly" Jessie and "Mona" Lyssia, after 7 months and we're crazily-irritated by the particular nickname to the point we pour sweet revenge on them or punch and kick these people every day, or most commonly, slapping their heads, faces, backs, shoulders and forearms with thick books or a pile of books or bare hands, which are quite rare.

Finally! The party then started after a long 5 thought paragraphs of ranting about (figuratively and literally) in my brain. The last day of school started with passing out little B5 sized folder for carrying hole-punched papers with the Eiffel tower as the main cover. Then we get our reports, in our class, Mr. Aries would tell us our ranks (top 3 only) at the end of the semester, before the break. Anesca got third place, Ley got second place, and guess what, I got first place! I am relieved! All that effort and studying put into all the work that semester payed off!

Then we were to start the twice-a-year potluck party, I thoroughly enjoyed some food, like Indomie, Cheetos, Lays, etc...

Well, at least an hour of eating payed off my starvation, even after eating a very full breakfast (that potluck party serves for brunch = breakfast + lunch)

After the hour of happiness and contact + picture trading, we came to a sad conclusion, more like the saddest ending in a story. All 25 (plus the form teacher, Mr. Aries) people sat in three rows with Mr. Aries showing all of us a video through the class computer, showing every moment we had in 35-37 weeks of school, from start to finish. At the end of the video, 24 of us (excluding Kent O.T) cried tears of forgiveness and tears of sadness. Next, Mr. Aries and Bradley each had a bit of a speech, with Bradley hiccupping every now and then. Mr. Aries then gave us each a group hug, so Archie, Bradley, Brian, Cheva, Lyssia, James and I talked in the quiet, empty and hollow school corridor before going down the nearest stairs while comforting each other.

All 7 of us parted in some different ways, with Lyssia and me first going to Lyssia's house and then going to the Food Avenue in which we were eating.

Lyssia and I talked about 'stuff' (you won't understand now, it will be explained in later chapters) like for about 15 minutes, while I was solving a couple of calculus questions, before the others came, No wonder boys can be latecomers!

We then proceed to start the hangout by eating, some eating meatballs and soup 'AFUNG' as it says, or Japanese or just sharing KFC under the supervision of Brian's mum Auntie Dewi and Lyssia's mum Auntie Daisy (Not technically aunt, but we children are told by our parents to call our friends' mothers 'auntie' and fathers 'uncle' like that).

Then we ran tons of metres (more like two hundred metres because we're crossing from building A to building B and me, in two inch heels from Tracce) to get to the local Cinema XXI (Cinema 21) game arcade to play our usual games, Pokémon, Mario Kart and the racing game that's set in Japan, mostly in Tokyo and some other more games...

We were in hanging around the local cinema, Cinema 21 or XXI near Timezone, the local arcade and indoor amusement park (sadly no roller coasters or thrilling rides except for Bumper Cars). The cinema has its own arcade, and we're wasting money in it without watching a single film. I didn't suggest this to be honest, the five boys did (so annoying). I'm absolutely pissed off with it but decided to keep it inside for now and save it for hitting my favourite and soft goose/swan feather pillow.

Well we played, and played, for hours and hours. The game we can't stop playing was a racing car game set in Japan, and I won at least once or twice against the high speed (and sometimes dumb - all they care is winning) boys (Bradley [Ley] , James and Brian [Budi]).

To be honest, in this hangout, I did had too (Note :'too') much fun. I even hacked Bradley's password in person when he trusted me with his phone to charge with my power bank (I described that before) and iPhone cable in my sling bag with the other girl in the gang, Lyssia. She had shooed the boys off to play and guessed the password.

After a long, amusing 5 hours of playing and fussing around, we said goodbye and took a picture outside of Eric Kayser, a restaurant (without Lyssia). Conflicts happened when I was taking the ride to my Chinese course, but were quickly forgiven and forgotten quickly and by the time I reached home at half past five, I cried on the fact I won't be seeing my friends for a month and a half or Ley for a year or maybe half a year, as he promised earlier.

I went to bed that night with mixed emotions. So I settled in my bed, opening a couple of Fan-Fiction sites, like Wattpad, Archive Of Our Own (AO3), FanFiction.Net on my phone and read Fan-Fictions through the night, only getting around 4 hours of sleep.