•ERMY BOYFRIENEMY•

JEALOUS

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"We're not coming, anjrit!"

(Your name) looked up, he looked at Zidny who spoke very loudly making almost the entire class look at him. The beautiful girl was sitting next to (your name) with her BT face, slamming with her tote bag class on the table.

"Now you know?" Tanya (your name) looked at him who had a funny face.

"But mess, (nam). I've dandan also, aja nemu cogan there, already bring liptint, powder, eyelash curler, original and sprains I the same grandmother attached. Why the hell?" Dumel Zidny who comes from ceplos like mothers.

(Your name) chuckled, "Lagian did not bother you."

"Bodo, today I'm not in the mood, you know don't want to go to school."

(Your name) yell at Zidny's cheek slowly. "Emang basically lo males, more tau tau!"

"Lod." Said. "Eh, you know, when I went the same way Karel yesterday, he asked you to continue, make me sebel." Zidny is still maintaining his BT face.

"Emang yes? How can?"

"For me to use the motor lo yesterday, I continue to answer aja lo again the same way Iqbaal."

"Well what?"

"Let the heartache of Karel. Au ah, I don't want to deketin Karel again, the boyot."

(Your name) chuckles little. "Can't do it, he's your partner."

"Gue want another, there are still many concians I mah, calm."

(Your name) bergidig. "Basic cabe-cabean lo."

Zidny was just cute, he took the phone out of his pocket and started playing it. (Your name) stared at Zidny, a friend who had been in school during Junior High, a friend or even a friend who could not control speech and behavior, absurd, or even friends, but he is very comfortable befriending Zidny who is very good at keeping his secrets and being the best advisor!

"Eh, I want a story." Say (your name) holding the hand of Zidny who wants to put a headset on his ear.

"important right? If the problem is about Iqbaal I males ah," replied Zidny.

"No, about Devano."

Zidny put his headset on the table, he turned his seat to face (your name). He looked at the girl with a frown. "Devano?"

"Yes, yesterday she called me."

"Well?"

"I didn't pick it up, because Iqbaal was there. Keep calling him again, I just picked up. I don't know what he wants, anyway he said want to see it, I refuse it crazy already malem. Uh, this week he even invited me to walk," said (your name) while playing his fingers.

"Lo want?"

"With him I'm confused, I don't feel good with Iqbaal, later if he knows it must be ngedumel."

Zidny shook his head slowly. "Lo if you already have a guy don't have a lot of conversations, if I'm a gapapa, I'm single."

(Your name) screeched, he stared at Zidny flatly.

"The number is single, (nam)." Zidny's whisper ended with a laugh by the girl.

"Stress you! Don't want me, Iqbaal is special, I don't want to let go." The words (your name) that made Zidny look at him amusedly.

"But I want to go with Devano." Add (your name) slowly.

"Stress lo!" Timpal Zidny followed (your name) earlier.

"I'm dizzy, man. Iqbaal also want to go later Sunday to Bogor, ngurusin futsalnya tuh." Say (your name) in a dislike tone.

"Brutal is also lo. But, do not deh, later if lo CLBK same Devano how? Kasian Iqbaal, time you throw away."

"Who would throw him out? Besides, I just want to be the same ex, walk for a while doang not do anything." Reply (your name) in a relaxed tone.

Zidny rolled both his eyes. "As far as you."

"But you shut up."

"Well, I also said Iqbaal, later I was wronged there."

"Devano ngechat I mulu ****, I've told you not to cheat, later if the hearing is dangerous. How many times have I end a chat, say no more chat."

Zidny looked at his friend with an amazed smile, he clapped his hands softly. "Crazy, great, salute me equally. You can also play Iqbaal."

(Your name) squeak. "What the hell is."

"Don't look for disease, (nam). You don't know how Iqbaal behaves, if he gets angry how?"

"He's never angry."

"Never be angry does not mean you can not be angry, I don't know if he's angry how."

(Your name) shakes fast. "Gue just play doang, will not say anything with Devano as well."

"How's ketauan? Keep Iqbaal bales, she walks the same ex want lo? Let alone see Iqbaal street with girls, see Iqbaal ngechat aja aja have fire beard lo!" Reply Zidny who according to (your name) is very fond, jleb.

(Your name) clucked. "Lo is that."

"The numbers think."

(Your name) smirked his lips, he chose to reach into his bag to pick up a novel and read it, rather than return to the story with Zidny and get hit by the girl's nasty gush.

But, Zidny has a point.

But, was he wrong too? He will just play, will not be able to fall again the same Devano, ish.

The more thought, the more complicated it becomes.

*****

Iqbaal stood in the middle of the field with a small towel that he put on his shoulder. Both eyes noticed some students/i who were gathered and lined up in the field, not the front field, but the field beside the school, which is used for futsal excul usually.

Iqbaal counts some of the children in this excul, mostly men, although there are also sweet girls from the 10th grade who just entered 2 months ago.

"So how doang, Gus?" Tanya Iqbaal looked at Gusti who was playing the ball near the goal.

"Not yet, there's more. Just wait a minute, wait for Bastian."

Iqbaal just silent, he turned his body to sit on the bench on the edge of the field, some men from the 10th class came and immediately approached Iqbaal, taking him to a post, customary in this excul.

"Sorry, sis, late. Just got out of class" said one of the three 10th graders politely.

"Eh, yes, gapapa, relax." Answer Iqbaal.

Before long, Bastian came with Kipe next to him. The two of them immediately approached Iqbaal and gave a tos-an.

"Gue can't unplug ****, there's a repeat of that." Bastian.

"It's also just come to the boys." Reply Iqbaal casually.

"Dog, baal. Who wears a hat tuh tengil really style, 11th grade." Said Kipe suddenly while patting Iqbaal on the shoulder.

Iqbaal smiled obliquely, "Emang. I watched the child from the beginning enter, late continue, practice as he likes, do not follow the rules, sometimes also like to be told males. I saw it."

"No respect for upperclassmen either, he wants to. Same with the other kids." Bastian's timpal was rewarded with a mild rarity from Iqbaal.

"Baal, have you started, the girls are hot." Said Gusti approaching Iqbaal et al.

"Gue's talking now." Kipe stands up in front of active 10th and 11th graders following futsal excrement.

Iqbaal, Bastian, and Gusti are just behind Kipe. They also listen to what Kipe has to say, about the training and some tournaments that will be held/followed.

"The line is real dong, futsal children can not lack, the same time the sun is afraid. If the line has been stuck to make a new line," said Kipe ruled.

Bastian intervened to justify the line of girls, yes ordinary, mode. While Gusti justifies the ranks of the 10th class are male. Iqbaal watched sharply one by one the boys who were there, completely unfocused on the girl part.

"Later Mr. Hadi dateng, I have chosen some children who participate in the tournament. If for the girl, it will be chosen directly with Mr. Hadi yes, because I don't know." Kipe explained.

Iqbaal stepped foot into the back row of the boy who looked untrue, he stared flat at the younger brother of the class that Kipe had just said was rancid. Yes, it is grin.

"Hp is pouchy first, horrified what Kipe said, priced." Iqbaal said still flat and relaxed.

"How much do you appreciate, brother?" Ask this child in a casual tone, whether you want to invite joking Iqbaal or not, but for Iqbaal this crisp, very.

"Funny lo. Move forward, "Send Iqbaal.

"No ah," Reject the boy with his rest.

Iqbaal looked at him for a few seconds, then started to speak again. "Step forward, make a new line."

"That's enough, brother."

Iqbaal patted the man on the shoulder, "Forward."

"What the hell, brother, relax dong!" Reply to the underclassman with a little firmer.

"Lo was told to go forward not to. Mending make a new line what's out of line?"

"Look off the cake, others a lot, why am I asking?" Ask the man haughtily.

Iqbaal gawked, crazy huh, just this time the junior sister of this songong to him. Doesn't he know who Iqbaal is? Aseq.

"Okay, kids, how are you?"

Iqbaal dampened his emotions, he chose to step down and pay attention to this younger brother from behind when Pak Hadi, the leader and coach of the futsal school and the 12th grade sports teacher came. Iqbaal chose to approach Bastian who was in the back row of the women.

"Songong is real." Iqbaal muttered in disbelief.

"Whoever lo?"

"Gue told even to volunteer, there are still adek class so."

Bastian chuckles. Then, he patted Iqbaal on the shoulder and leaned over slightly, whispering to Iqbaal. "Lane two, line three, the pigtailed girl looks like the first former lo, baal. What's-her-name? I forgot to."

Iqbaal. "Alexa?"

"Yes, similar. The little one is the same, beautiful again. As I asked, her name is Vanesha, 11th grade IPA 2. Just found out I had a girl in 11th grade." Bastian Celoteh.

"Just in this exkul huh?"

"Yes, the money."

Iqbaal nodded, he then looked at Mr. Hadi who gave directions. He and Bastian were both silent, sometimes they talked about the little boy who knew no one, they also did not know.

"Baal, how, ready?" Shouted Mr. Hadi from the front made all slightly turn to look at Iqbaal who only pointed his thumb high.

At a glance, Iqbaal looked at the girl Bastian meant, indeed, the girl was sweet, pretty. Similar to his ex who left him for nothing, Iqbaal smiled.

"Original, Bas, that's a lot like." Pekik Iqbaal glee.

Bastian chuckles. "really right? Take this even."

"Well, fucked."

*****

Iqbaal rests his back on the back of the goal, accompanied by Bastian who is beside him. Both of them both observed the girls playing ball, mandated by Mr. Hadi.

"Eh, doi's a goalkeeper." Said Bastian nudging Iqbaal's arm, Bastian immediately moved to be next to the girl who came with a confused and stiff face.

"So goalkeeper?" Ask Bastian, mode.

"Yes, brother." Answer slowly.

"Why not be an attacker?" Ask Bastian, again.

"No, sis. Not strong running, because I'm weak tones of people."

"Keep going to futsal?" Now change, Iqbaal asked.

Vanesha immediately turned his head, he was a little degdegan asked directly by the man who became the target of a million people. "So'd like to find something like this, brother. All sports." Embarrassed answer.

Iqbaal nodded small. "But it won't be okay, will it?"

"No, sis. I chose to be a goalkeeper."

"Wouldn't you do it with the ball?" Ask Iqbaal, it's mulu-,-

Vanesha closed his mouth as he chuckled lightly at Iqbaal's strange question.

Bastian gawking. "Persis Alexa really, if laughing shut up."

Iqbaal smiled a little, this is why the hell? Alexa for good:(

"Alexa who?" Vanesha asked who looked at Bastian and Iqbaal alternately.

Bastian shakes. "There you are, pretty girl, like you."

Vanesha responded with a shy smile.

"Don't you know, I'm out of futsal, not a strong dog.." Lirih Iqbaal slowly, right into gamon, failed to move on.

—At first glance, Alexa Indriani, former Iqbaal. The girl who first managed to make Iqbaal bucin, Iqbaal crazy. In fact, Alexa is the girl who became Iqbaal's first love, they were in a relationship for only 3 months because suddenly Alexa had to go and leave Iqbaal. Where not. It's been a long time, it's the age of SMP class 2.—

"So, don't salting, ***." Ledek Bastian with his evil laugh.

Vanesha scowled, he did not understand at all, but there was a sense of pleasure in him because he could talk to this most wanted upperclassman, let alone Bastian praising him beautifully.

"Lo looks like his most beautiful ex, looks a lot like him. Not Alexa Indriani?" Bastian asked, looking at Vanesha who immediately looked at Iqbaal.

Degh'

Vanesha immediately looked down embarrassed as Iqbaal looked at him with a faint smile, ugh.

"Not knowing." Answer Vanesha quietly.

Iqbaal took a step forward to kick Bastian, but swiftly the man took a step back and laughed.

"Not the prettiest, dog, just plain pretty." Iqbaal is honest.

"Cieee.." Goda Bastian pointed to Iqbaal and Vanesha in turn.

"Dissolvent." Iqbaal.

"AWAS DONG WOI DON'T DISTURB THE GOALKEEPER. WANT TO GET BOTH BALLS?!" Kipe shouted at the two friends.

"Pe, it looks like Alexa!" Pekik Bastian pointed to Vanesha.

Kipe narrowed his eyes to look at Vanesha in inches. However, Iqbaal suddenly stood in front of Vanesha making Kipe cluck.

"Can't, Pe! Haram lo see-saw." Speak Iqbaal with his piety.

Kipe screeches. "About the ex, lebay lo!"

"Dear me.." Iqbaal said a little more and anxious to make some of the girls in the field chuckle small and anxious.

"Awas, baal, bus! Don't bother." Say Kipe.

Bastian walked up to Iqbaal, he pulled on Iqbaal's shirt. "(Your name) ***."

"Where's the dog?" Iqbaal asked suddenly in silence and followed Bastian who pulled him to the sidelines.

"Dipojok, don't look, pretend you don't know." Bastian whispered slowly.

"Seriously no? I also don't dare to look, he's been there for a long time?" Ask Iqbaal slowly.

"From me cie-ciein lo same Vanesha."

Iqbaal spontaneously clenched Bastian's forehead making the man complain loudly.

"Tolol, why don't you tell me!"

*****

"Ribet deh, bother, putty yourself. Nice one!"

(Your name) pursed his lips as Zidny continued to chase him, (your name) walking towards the gate while Zidny went to the parking lot to pick up the bike. (Your name) sitting on a bench in the security guard, he still put his upset face. Annoyed by what he just saw, added annoyed again when Zidny always pumped it.

(Your name) rolled up her hair and pinned it with a pause. He put on his sweater and returned to his tote bag, waiting for Zidny who did not come. Bodoamat, he went home with Zidny..

(Your name) put on his cynical face as a horde of Iqbaal alleys passed in front of the gate, he chose to bow. Surely, if the whole passed, must be noisy, his mouth is noisy and also the sound of the motor is noisy, like a march.

"Come on, (nam)."

(Your name) turned, "What the hell, people want Zidny." Sewot.

"Zidny mulu's. He was a long time out of his bike, later late."

"So, crisp." Exciting (your name) with a flat and cynical face.

Iqbaal smiled, he pinched his nose (your name) with anxiety, making the master pull him off violently.

"Yaila, still. Bastian was just kidding, taken seriously."

(Your name) was silent, his gaze fixed on the gate, waiting for Zidny. Long time also yes the girl, what else is the flirt first?

"(Name), ah. I was angry, just joking around. Come on, together, right?" Tawar Iqbaal's.

"Just be there like 'honey me'." Say (your name) ketus.

"Oh, my gosh, joking around. It's my dear mah.." Say Iqbaal while supporting the cheek (your name) with one hand.

(Your name) clucked, he brushed off Iqbaal's arm. "It hurts!" Resenting. He saw some students/i who were still there and looked at him, ah so embarrassed.

"Come on, (nam)." Iqbaal and (your name) turned to the side when Zidny was already there with his bike, right next to Iqbaal's bike.

(Your name) rose from his seat, he intended to walk towards Zidny, but Iqbaal held his bag. "You don't have to be the same Zidny."

"Ih, what the hell, don't make it." Saying (your name) is bad.

Zidny stared at the two flatly. "Buset, do you want to fight first?" Ask.

Iqbaal. "There you go back."

"No, what the hell." Seru (your name) quick.

"Come, Zid, walk." Said Bastian who suddenly came and sat on Zidny motorbike in a slanted style.

"Shock me shit!" Dumel Zidny's.

"Pick home with me, don't Zidny mulu." Said Iqbaal staring (your name).

"Gue's going to Zidny's house, Iqbaal." Upset (your name) holding the hand of Iqbaal who kept holding his bag.

"Babuong. Zidny is leaving" said Iqbaal.

"They're the same as me."

"She wants to walk with her guy" Iqbaal said quickly.

"Yes I'm coming."

"Well, is it a mosquito? Just like me," said Iqbaal who sounded pushy.

"Lod."

"Udah up ah, told to go up aja hard. What are you going to ride?"

(Your name) trying to hold back his laughter, he whined bitterly and pinched Iqbaal's waist slowly. "Diem ah, another sprain."

(Your name) and Iqbaal both turned their heads towards a girl Zidny had pointed at. Do you know Zidny's voice? Yes, his uncorrupted voice made everything there turn to him and the girl Zidny pointed at.

"Yes, Zid?" Ask Bastian.

"Yes, similar. Yes, hahaha!" Zidny laughed loudly followed by Bastian with a small laugh.

Iqbaal turned to look at his two friends who were very brainless. Then, he turned to his girl who was looking at him sensi.

"Those who talk, I'm diem." Said Iqbaal who can read minds (your name).

"Jude, come home with him!"

"Gue chat with him aja lo angry how I go back with him, later you can like a stressed person." Chirps Iqbaal.

(Your name) screeches. "Lo tuh stress."

"Udah come with me, waste my time you use the show mambek not clear."

"Lo's it."

"Lo Lebay, the jealousy is still like an elementary school boy." Said Iqbaal staring (your name) who only mumbled unclear.

"The streak rose ah, the drama mulu lo." Said Iqbaal who started his motor and straightened his body.

"Same lo Iqbaal?" Bastian looked at (your name).

"Yes." Yeah."

"Judah I'm with Zidny." Bastian.

(Your name) started riding on Iqbaal's bike, sitting there as usual. Both eyes were fixed on the screen of his cellphone which showed a short chat from someone who had stopped by.

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Today, as usual, the weeks approaching the futsal tournament, Iqbaal et al increasingly eagerly supervise the underclassmen who follow and followed the race, on average from the 11th class.

"Baal, the girl who told me to take a break, huh? Cassian." Said Bastian who approached Iqbaal in the middle of the central field monitoring the men practicing.

"Yaudah, tell me." Said Iqbaal who narrowed his eyes as he looked at Bastian because the sunlight directly hit his handsome face.

"Jude." Bastian replied, telling the girls to leave the field.

"Gusti, when's the guy's break?" Ask the rancid child, still remember you with a non-attitude classmate if Iqbaal said this?

"Let's go, turn it over." Gusti replied so patiently.

Iqbaal paid more attention to the boy, the rancid. Iqbaal noticed that increasingly becoming his behavior, just look at calling Gusti's name without frills 'sister' even though Gusti is his upperclassman. Ill-mannered. Not to mention his unruly nature and all he wants.

"Baal, drink here." Shouted Bastian on the edge of the field while sipping water brought by his lover, Shafa.

Iqbaal runs over to Shafa and Bastian, "Mau dong, thirsty." Iqbaal Pinta.

Shafa gave his water to Iqbaal. "Same, abisin."

"Thank you." Iqbaal gulped the water down half. When want to give to Shafa, suddenly—

Bruk'

Iqbaal and Shafa were both surprised when the ball was so tight that Iqbaal's hand was giving water and causing some of Iqbaal's pants and Shafa's clothes to get wet. Spontaneous, Iqbaal immediately turned his head and put on a flat gaze.

Seen the little boy who did not know his name was approaching him and took the ball, "Kan has not rest, do not drink dong." He said straight back to the field. Sounds like an innuendo.

"Dog, not apologize." Iqbaal muttered looking at him sharply.

Bastian who wanted to berate, even wanting to punch it was blocked by Shafa. Bastian brought Shafa to go with him sitting on the edge of the field. The iqbaal? The man walked up to the underclassman with a flat face.

"What's your name?" Tanya Iqbaal flat.

"important?"

"What's your name?" Repeat Iqbaal in a patient tone.

"Jafes."

Iqbaal was surprised when Gusti patted his shoulder and pulled him away towards the goal. "Don't make a macem, he's the captain."

"Najis, who made him captain?"

"Sir Hadi."

Iqbaal. "Nothing else?"

"He's a good doang among others, baal."

"I don't want my successor to be him for anything." Speak Iqbaal with a sense of inaction.

Gusti patted softly on Iqbaal's back. "Please, I don't like him either. You're not alone, baal."

"One more time make a mistake, I have no mercy for him deh. Too late to be a boy."

*****

(Your name) sat on a long bench with some snacks in front of him, of course, together with Zidny. Zidny who was next to him only focused on his cellphone, occasionally his hand took food for him to put in his mouth.

"Zid, you've known Alexa's ex Iqbaal for a long time?" Tanya (your name) is curious, whether she just wants to know, she does not know about the former Iqbaal that one.

"Lumayan, he used to meet my kindergarten. That's what I know." Answer Zidny.

(Your name) nodded in understanding, he put food back in his mouth. "They're dating long?"

"Not until 5 months like, I don't know about it, just Alexa at that time to my house with Iqbaal, well there I know Iqbaal first time. Almost every day Alexa to my house is the same Iqbaal, there is a month. I still don't know what they are, anyway" Zidny said.

"I still know Iqbaal. Uh, even lo who dapet the Iqbaal, even though I already ngincer him fitting I know he broke up with Alexa." Zidny continued to pursed his lips.

(Your name) rubbed Zidny's face slowly. "Lo was weird at that time."

"Lo tuh the same centil Iqbaal," Reply Zidny did not want to lose.

"Biarin, he's handsome."

"I should have been."

"Gue doesn't want your back, Zid. I'm not sure," said (your name).

"Anjrite. Look, you broke up with Iqbaal, that's Iqbaal for me."

"Wait until grandma, don't want me to break up." Reply (your name) by sticking out his tongue against Zidny.

"Lo doesn't want to, Iqbaal will. In this way, you tepos does not contain, ew!"

(Your name) who was drinking immediately choked, he looked at Zidny flatly, then punched slowly Zidny's hand. "Gue big know."

"Still my gedean."

"Where not big, koncian lo lustanya big all the money every meeting should be stiff."

"HEW! DOGS!" Strangling Zidny who immediately covered his mouth (your name) with his hand, he clenched his forehead (your name) repeatedly until the girl was in pain.

"Lo mah that, I leaking nih lo same Iqbaal ever anu." Said Zidny staring cynically (your name).

"What ever? I never, you don't just recriminate, slander is all it takes."

"Sok forgot! When it rains, in my house what are you two?"

(Your name) screeched, he took Zidny seriously, still not remembering what Zidny meant. When's? And what?

"Well?" Tanya (your name) is confused.

"Noodle infusion." Zidny replied lightly who made (your name) shake his cheeks, already panicked as well.

"Panic. That means you ever?" Zidny accused with a small ruckus, (your name) just silence and choose not to answer, rather than further digress.

"Slide, brother."

(Your name) was surprised when someone sat next to him with a meatball in his hand and immediately put it on the table. That guy (your name) doesn't know at all, but he knows he's his underclassman.

"Slide, brother. Even just diem." Say it again.

(Your name) shifting his seat made Zidny nudged. "Ih, what the hell lo!" Keto.

"There's someone beside." Reply (your name) normally, he understood, the cafeteria was crowded and full because Bell had just rang.

(Your name) and Zidny are back to telling stories again, joking with trivia. Sometimes we talk about ambiguous things. Well, these two girls are so unclear, even laughing them up to make some students turn their heads, so big and gelinya. They look so happy both of them.

"Oh, hot!" Pekik (your name) spontaneously when the bowl of meatballs belonging to the underclassmen was spilled, so that it hit his right hand. He got up from his stool and held his hand which had just been splashed with hot water.

"sick." Ringis (your name) with a face that is in pain and withholding heat by directly wiping it with the other hand.

"Eh, moron. Eat a real dong lo," Caci Zidny who got up as well and looked at the person who had been shocked.

"Lah, I don't know. Instead do not laugh continuously, you both can not be diem, my meatballs also spilled. Change it." Demand the man who looks at Zidny (your name) in turn.

"Tolol, the wrong lo also asked for compensation. Bego yeah, no brains.." The interesting Zidny (your name), so that he is more free to look at the younger brother of the class who has absolutely no guilt.

"Temen you who do not have a brain, I have asked not to slide as well."

"Heh, I'm sliding ya!" Reply (your name) did not accept, as he held his painful hand.

"Gue don't want to fight with girls, you hott-ass chili chicks like you. The point is replace my meatballs ceban." Indict her.

"***. Eat the meatballs!" Zidny picked up the orange juice the man had, then flushed it right in his face.

Suddenly, it made the whole one in the canteen directly look at him. Ah, this one that (your name) doesn't like at all, is the center of attention. After that, Zidny immediately pulled his hand and left the canteen and the man who was still glued to his cool flat face, held an incredible embarrassment.

"Great pain" muttered (your name).

"We go to the UKS only, so be bandaged all of you or whatever the name is, I don't understand."

(Your name) just followed Zidny, his hands flushed red, unlike the other one. They went down the stairs to the UKS on the first floor near the principal's room.

(Your name) clucked, he wants to cry now. HUAAAA.

*****

After the incident, there is absolutely no mood that makes (your name) happy. He wears his sweater, covering his reddened hands. Then, holding his tote bag, walking out of the class alone because Zidny had already left with the reason picked up by the scuffles, whether the megalan, his name was also Zidny many conciannya.

(Your name) coming down one step at a time, he had already made a pact with Iqbaal. There was no carefree face or small smile on her face, just a flat gaze that she gave, even so, (your name) remained beautiful and always stole the attention because of her beauty.

"(Your name)." Call someone he memorized the very sound of his voice, it's Iqbaal. The man ran over to him. Iqbaal's trademark, carrying a small towel on his shoulder, handsome...

"Come, manhunt." Said Iqbaal who walked quickly when he was beside (your name).

"What? Don't rush."

"Gue got a stomachache, really wanted to boker from earlier." Iqbaal answered in a stingy tone, holding his stomach with one hand.

(Your name) there is absolutely no mood to laugh, whereas usually seeing Iqbaal tormented like this is his happiness. HEHEHE :)

"Boker was here first, rather than on the road later spirit."

"I'm a boy, the road is short," said Iqbaal who suddenly ran straight to the parking lot.

(Your name) looked at him flatly, there was only God:')

"Eh, where are you?"

(Your name) clucked when a man pulled his shoulder rough from behind by asking with a strange question. (Your name) remember, it was the man who was in the cafeteria, who ruined his mood today.

(Your name) did not answer he resumed his path.

"Eh don't songong dong."

"Aren't you the lo from earlier songong?" Ask back (your name) quickly.

"Gue nanya, where are you? Don't make it hard, it's wrong not to apologize."

"Dissolvent." Reply (your name) tightly and walk again.

"Crazy yes, very expensive selling sok lo, chili."

(Your name) did not answer, he continued walking and followed the man by continuing to berate him making his ears and eyes heat up.

"Lo don't like."

(Your name) stopped his steps, he stared at the man's sinister gaze. "Bacot you're kayaking**, smell!"

"Not funny— ouch." The man grimaced as a motorcycle hit him from behind. Yeah, that's Iqbaal.

"Ah, brother. Lo recek, it's gonna get dirty." Dumel the man.

Iqbaal stared at him flatly. "Dirty? Yes, same as lo."

"Lo ngeselin, sis."

"Where are you, captain?" Iqbaal asked back with a slight insinuation of the futsal captain. Do you know who? Yes, Jafar.

"Gue has nothing to do with you, brother." Jafar said to Iqbaal. Then, Jafar turned to stare (your name). "Gue wait for tomorrow lo same temen lo," he said as he pointed (your name).

"Basic chilli sok hitz." His walking murmur left both of them.

However, just two steps, Iqbaal slid Jafar's feet so that the man fell to the ground hard enough to make (your name) surprised. He was more surprised to mix with fear when Iqbaal suddenly standardised his bike and got down from there.

"Wake up." Iqbaal pulled the collar of Jafar's shirt, taking the man away from (your name).

"What did you just say?" Tanya Iqbaal started in an unrelenting tone.

"Gue has nothing to do with you." Jafar replied casually, but still could not hide his panicked face.

"But, you have business with my girl and that's a sign you also have business with me." Iqbaal said sharply, making Jafar swallow his own saliva.

"This matter is doang lo gedein, boy." Jafar.

Bugh'

One hard enough fist landed smoothly on Jafar's cheek made the man fall on the ground by holding his cheek. Iqbaal looked at him sharply.

"Whatever's the same lo, dog. Don't have manners, like it, dare to be like a chick, moron. Don't you think I don't know what happened in the cafeteria, ***." Iqbaal said with great emphasis.

"How are you? There are no rules, live as you please. My brother is bad too!"

"Keep you want to ngadu? Aduin. Tell me here, what's Abang lo's name? I'm samperin, I have no education like this. Two days a day I diemin, once twice I can still withstand, the behavior lo more so. Same thing I'm not polite, now my girl wants to fight. Sissy lo," said Iqbaal fierce.

Jafar was still silent, he held his cheek that was very sick like being hit by a wooden beam, uuh Iqbaal punch was not kidding.

"Who's Abang lo's name?" Tanya Iqbaal who made Jafar speechless, Jafar felt frightened now. He saw the parking lot there were a lot of people, they just watched it, there was no intention to help him. Is everyone afraid of Iqbaal? Answer, very. So scared.

"Baal, weits, santuy!" Out of nowhere, Kipe suddenly restrains his shoulders as his emotions with Jafar are already at their peak.

"Well, he'll be baper, how futsal.." Say Kipe slowly.

"So, don't pantes be futsal boys, just go out." Said Iqbaal staring at Jafar contemptuously.

"He's our captain—"

"So the futsal kid does not pantes let alone be the captain. Where is this captain, what the hell would it be? Stupid, who the hell picked him? Mr Hadi?" Tanya Iqbaal who was given a nod from Kipe.

"The demon boy is a big boy" the new Sahut Bastian came and noticed.

"Udah, go back there." Gusti came, he told Jafar to go and be obeyed by Jafar.

"My record, **." Shouted Iqbaal out loud.

"Most tomorrow ngadu Pak Hadi, ama BK, ama his father's mother." Bastian said as he climbed on his bike.

"My question is, where's my brother the hell?" Asked Iqbaal who was still watching Jafar who was leaving.

"That's hotshot? Neon champ." Bastian said with a twitch.

"Because his brother is a hero, he becomes arbitrarily, according to him if he is told there is a brother who protects him." Gusti Say.

Iqbaal shrugged both of his shoulders. "Gue wait for his brother to come here." He said casually, he walked back to his motorbike not far from there.

Iqbaal got on his bike, justifying his rearview. "Come, (nam), up." His words have returned to being the usual Iqbaal.

"So why?" Tanya (your name) plain while riding on the Iqbaal bike slowly.

"Yes that. Anjrit, because of the boy, I want boker to be so not." Said Iqbaal who turned on the motor.

(Your name) smiled, ouch, the mood turned back.

"Can that be?"

"I don't know, it's not mules." Said Iqbaal who immediately drove his motorbike away from school.

"His hands are not swollen if covered with a sweater?" Iqbaal asked suddenly, making (your name) flinch.

Uh, Iqbaal know where? Iqbaal's feeling is not right in the cafeteria, Zidny and (your name) have not told Iqbaal about this.

"Do not know" answered (your name).

"It's still workable, right?" Iqbaal asked suddenly.

(Your name) chuckles. "No."

"yeah. Then I have to find one that can be held again." Said Iqbaal spontaneously got an annoyed face from (your name).

(Your name) pinching Iqbaal's waist with both hands made the man complain.

"Can you still pinch it?"

"You can make lo mah, nyebelin."

Iqbaal chuckled, "Zidny was smearing what was he wearing?"

"Pake orange juice."

"Why not use hot water?"

(Your name) chuckles little. "There's no problem, if there's also watered later."

Iqbaal. "Take dong, what about chilli sok hitz."

(Your name) pursed his lips, and he covered Iqbaal's mouth with his hand, making the man revolt.

"Anjrit, your hands smell like meatballs." Iqbaal.

(Your name) sneered, he looked at Iqbaal with his cheek placed on the man's shoulder. "Emang yes? I haven't washed it yet, there's no soap in the bathroom."

"Soap all, abis dipake with Bastian."

"Your same time." Chirps (your name) accuses.

"Idih, what a very. Why at school try at home more freely."

(Your name) chuckled, he patted Iqbaal's cheek slowly over and over. "Bas an idiot."

Iqbaal only replied with a laugh.

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