•ERMY BOYFRIENEMY•

LDR & DISASTER

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For a few days now, Iqbaal has been busy with teaching futsal activities in preparation for tomorrow's tournament. If you can be honest, actually this is the laziest thing for Iqbaal to train the rancid. However, his trust and love of football made him inevitably have to want to. Not to mention because his busyness takes care of all sorts of it makes it absolutely no more time for the lover, to just report it is difficult. The style of their courtship is not so complicated, (your name) also understand Iqbaal is busy and the girl is fortunately not a fussy girl who at all times must know Iqbaal is where, what, what, and what, and with whom. Three times of patience, that is more enough for (your name).

The case between Iqbaal and Jafar has been smelled and made small conflicts that resulted in Iqbaal getting a lecture for free from Bu Ani—guru BK class 12. Not to mention, the warning letter that the man received for the first time in the 12th grade, if calculated from the 10th grade it might be the umpteenth letter that Iqbaal received.

Iqbaal ignored it, however, if parents want to call the school has a number. It's nothing new for Rike, his mother, to stop by this school to finish and listen carefully to what his only son is doing. In fact, until many have known the beautiful middle-aged woman, some call her 'mama-in-law.

Tonight, (your name) focused on books and cell phones to copy some of the tasks that Zidny sent out via a short message in the form of images. Then, the data he turned off to save the battery, after all there is nothing to be notified again. He already knew Iqbaal must be busy looking for clothes, shoes, or whatever it is for the race tomorrow. Iqbaal had also been preaching about 4 pm, it was enough for (your name).

(Your name) turned for a moment as the door of his room opened and revealed the figure of a little man carrying a milk box in his hand. The man who looked neat approached him with plastic in the other hand.

"Nih, brother. The sticky ones don't exist" Fajri said, handing over the plastic.

(Your name) put the pen down, received the plastic from his little brother. "What is this?"

"Nails."

"Brake, oon.." The protest (your name) looked at his sister who was very upsetting, the bigger the more he became.

Fajri smiled innocently, he went up to the bed (your name) by taking a travel relationship book belonging to his brother. While (your name) was silent, he continued writing without noticing his sister who would have ruffled his room in a matter of seconds, just look...

A few minutes, (your name) glanced at Fajri who looked cool flipping through his book. (Your name) moved from his seat in a frenzy, seizing quickly the book that almost all of his photographs were of him with Iqbaal.

"Don't open!" Pekik (your name) frenzied himself, he hugged the book and looked at his sister sharply.

"What are you looking at?" Tanya (your name) is cynical as well as terrified herself.

"Photo of Brother and Brother." Answer Fajri plain.

(Your name) sat back down with a calm feeling, fortunately Fajri had not opened it until the final page, if he died already himself. Fajri can with his mouth lemes it is not with Yuni, their Mamah. Kayak does not know the contents of the photo that has been behind is a photo containing the contents of 17+, where Fajri can not see it. Seeing when that only brother was doing that scene!

(Your name) put the book on a high place so that Fajri could not reach it. He glanced at his sister's cynicism and immediately went back to writing it. There is akh!

The door opened again, revealing the figure of a young woman with pink hair roll and carrying a cellphone.

"Sir, there's your boyfriend."

(Your name) screech, "Huh?"

"That's Iqbaal, come out first you, put on a real shirt." Yuni said, then went back to her room.

(Your name) rising from his seat, he opened his closet. The habit when it is before bed is to only wear shorts and a tangtop only. Ah, anyways come! But, gapapa, dear uuuu.

Fajri directly got out of bed, he took a plastic containing martabak nuts that have not been touched at all (your name). Unbeknownst to (your name), Fajri immediately sprang out.

(Your name) immediately put on a cardigan and went straight out of his room clamping his black hair with a pause. In fact, this girl did not realize that her sister had preceded her.

(Your name) stopped his steps in front of the main door of his house when Fajri was there and was talking to Iqbaal who only wore a color ball and oblong clothes.

"Fajri's been in the middle of it." Tell (your name) who approached the two, (your name) pulled Fajri's hand so that Fajri immediately fell on his lap sitting on a wooden bench.

"Ah, brother mah!" Fajri muttered not accept.

(Your name) flicked Fajri's little nose, "Call Mamah nih." Threatened him.

Fajri chuckles a little, he scowls in his lap (your name). "Minchem HP."

(Your name) handed Fajri his cell phone to get the boy to take her. Fajri is still in his lap (your name) while playing his brother's phone.

"Just home?" Tanya (your name) looked at Iqbaal who was cool at chewing food.

"Writtenly?" Ask back Iqbaal casually.

(Your name) snorted, "Tomorrow to leave at what time?"

"Dragon." Answer Iqbaal lightly. The man cleared his throat, "Gue's there a week."

(Your name) sneers. "***times, yesterday it was a day's talk."

"It's really a week, it's a team of guys with girls." Reply Iqbaal who looks up staring (your name). So guys, Iqbaal is sitting down while (your name) is sitting on a wooden bench.

"Nobody that long time," said (your name) astonished.

"old dong. Not holding a cell phone, not enough time."

"Baboong!!" Say (your name) fast.

"Don't, what the hell? Really, just call Mr. Hadi, ask him."

(Your name) screeches. "Don't believe."

"Stone. If you say men don't say what," said Iqbaal slowly, his hand while opening his futsal group on the Line.

"Now, read. Can you read it?" Iqbaal showed his phone screen on. (Your name) narrowed his eyes and slightly inclined his body to clarify the contents of Iqbaal's phone screen.

"This is what, buset." The strangulation of Iqbaal makes (your name) cluck.

"Wake up, Jri." Tell (your name), Fajri got up from his seat and sat down on his own bench. While (your name) directly down to sit right next to Iqbaal with facing position.

(Your name) immediately grabbed Iqbaal's phone and read a message from Mr. Hadi in the group. He clucked, "Kayak entered the boarding school, can not play mobile." He murmured, sounding like a protest tone.

"Well, congratulations a week without me." Said Iqbaal impressed literate.

(Your name) grunting. "Should download ojol nih app."

"Bareng Zidny is the one."

"Males. Super males really, he's got no big boy, sprains."

"Good dong, normal means."

(Your name) clucked. "You guys are one, two, three. A day can be ten guys. That's called a disorder!"

Iqbaal chuckles little. "Strong pellets too."

"Say Zidny napa baal, don't like to give my number as blatantly as he. I don't know, not everyone's polite." Nausea (your name).

"Then anyway? Why?"

"At that time he said Zidny was pursued by the same SMK child, starting his number. Uh, he gave me my number, uh Bete. Instead I block Zidny's WhatsApp, I haven't opened until now."

"Dichat?"

"Yes, it's not polite anymore. My time is gini 'needs money no, mbak?' so *****, what do you mean." Dumel (your name) with a bitter face.

"You are given money kali lo, who knows if he wants to share the money."

"Did, ogah!!" Samber (your name) quickly jumped in.

"Yes.who knows, his name is windki mah dateng from anywhere."

"But, not from him either, I don't take the oath of illicit money."

"Is that all that?" Ask Iqbaal.

"That nochat is a lot, like a horde of SMK children. I swear, it's all obscene, I really hate to change the number to know it doesn't feel."

"How cute?" Ask Iqbaal kepo.

"I want to buy anything he said, as long as I want 'it'." The speaker (your name) looked at Iqbaal fixed, gave the code through the eyes, without the need to be clarified because there is Fajri here.

Iqbaal sneered, he didn't understand. The word 'it' has a broad meaning. "What the hell?" Ask.

"Lt!" (Your name) clucked, pretending to be plain base! He looked at Iqbaal who was still translating the meaning of the gaze (your name), then he nodded in understanding.

"Yes, just block."

"Udah from the fitting she was so. Directly I block, just as I asked Zidny, Zidny also did not know if it turns out the man on the pedophile crazy."

"What the hell, is there again?"

"There are, just not as bad as the two people, do not know his name also because he does not have his name. Good thing he did, I don't use DP."

Iqbaal put on a disgusted face, he bergidig. "Change the number."

"The plan is, I want to move the number first."

"I'm not polite that's his name."

"Emang." Sahut (your name) and pursed his lips.

"Begging first, the lure of being given money. I'm his girlfriend's belom." Iqbaal suddenly.

(Your name) clucked, he whined annoyedly. "Don't get angry" he said.

Iqbaal smirked his lips in anxiety, he stroked (your name) cheeks fondly. "Don't be angry, we'll have LDR."

"But the talk provokes emotion." Reply (your name) still with a whining tone.

"Emmm.." Reply Iqbaal.

(Your name) noticed Iqbaal who was busy with food in his hand. "Good God it's mine!" He said the newly aware of the food Iqbaal had eaten earlier.

"Dikasih Fajri, he said you don't want to." Said Iqbaal in self-defense.

"No, I don't want those nuts, I love you." Fajri said without looking, his gaze is still focused on games on the phone (your name).

(Your name) little throats. He turned back to Iqbaal.

"You don't? Delicious."

"Son, I'll be spotty again, kapok." Said (your name) refused.

"Father."

"Sir, sick. The scars make ugly."

"You're ugly too I'm a big step stay, aw!" Iqbaal spoke in a contrived tone, ending with a poking of the waist (your name) that made the girl surprised and hit her hands spontaneously.

"Disease ah!" Upset (your name) and immediately chuckled as Iqbaal chuckled.

"Dengerin yes, we must be affectionate first before we are far away. Who knows when I come home, I bring a girl. No one knows, (nam)..." Said Iqbaal with a relaxed tone and a smile that invited the hand (your name) to slap him!

Iqbaal smiled sweetly, my goodness! He supported the cheek (your name) with one hand making the girl's mouth like a fish. Oh, baal, your girl is so cute.

"Would you take a girl how many hundred?" Tanya (your name) is a little unclear because Iqbaal's hand is still playing his cheek.

"Okay, one has bothered let alone hundreds. Repot in the elo, later raging like a lion loose." Answer Iqbaal with a rarity.

(Your name) harrumphed, "Didalem aja yuk ah, here are many mosquitoes."

(Your name) rose from his seat, drew Iqbaal's hand to stand up and went inside holding his beloved. Do not forget to also invite Fajri to come in and bring the martabak inside. Inside, Fajri resumed playing his phone while lying on a long sofa.

"Would you drink?" Ask at once bargain (your name).

"Ordinary kayak."

"Start."

Iqbaal stared at (your name) who walked to the back..why is that girl always so good?! Is it because it's night? Ah, not really!! Iqbaal smiled obliquely, he looked at Fajri.

"Fajri don't go anywhere, just here." Iqbaal's decree was only given a small dehuman by a small child who was cool with his gadget.

Iqbaal walked over to his girl who was picking up a glass and putting it on the table. Iqbaal smiled faintly. "(Name).." Exclaims.

(Your name) cleared. "What's? How hot is the water?" Ask without looking.

"Lo's hot."

(Your name) clucked, he nudged Iqbaal's stomach with his elbow. "Seriously ah!"

"Seriously."

(Your name) turned his head, looking at Iqbaal with a slight look up because the man was taller than him. Iqbaal put on a calm face with a thin smile, "Oh, oh.." Her speech.

"What the hell!" Mumbled (your name) suddenly embarrassed, he lowered his head and bit his lower lip to hold back his smile.

"Kalo malem also like to make. ah!" Iqbaal ugh.

(Your name) snorted, he looked up. "Lo tuh kila—"

The cup!

One sweet kiss landed on the girl's lips made her speech just stop. Iqbaal put on his shocked face, "Eh?" Said plain.

(Your name) pinched spontaneously Iqbaal's waist, "Still morning!"

"Not a week."

"Crazy!" Say (your name) ruffled the bangs of Iqbaal's elongated hair.

Iqbaal wrapped his hands around his waist (your name) tightly, eroding their distance. (Your name) clucked, he hit the chest softly Iqbaal field.

Yeah, don't blame me. Blame Iqbaal who suddenly without permission or cue immediately back snatching thin lips belong (your name). Let it stick for a few seconds, then give a small enough that makes (your name) close his eyes. The girl always enjoyed this moment, rarely did this happen, Iqbaal is not a man who is passionate or easily provoked, but he is still a normal guys. It's just that Iqbaal is very and very respectful of his girl, so Iqbaal doesn't do this very often. Once done, Iqbaal does not use lust, but the heart. Cieee.

(Your name) opened his eyes again when Iqbaal had given up their kiss, he saw clearly the man smashed his own lips and again attacked him with a light kiss.

"Boom!!!" Sebal (your name) made Iqbaal chuckle.

Iqbaal again gave the lumber to the bottom (your name) for a while, but there were up to 3-4 times he did that. (Your name) who was upset could only hit Iqbaal's chest softly.

Iqbaal spontaneously let go of his embrace as the sound of the door opening, (your name) also instantly distanced himself from Iqbaal and went back to brewing something for Iqbaal.

Iqbaal chuckled, he walked away leaving (your name) who could only endure the stubbornness, glee and embarrassment of doing so. Iqbaal saw a man who came out by rubbing his eyes.

"Night, om." Good sapa.

"Eh baal, where are you from?"

Iqbaal sneered, knowing for sure this man was still in his dreams and woke up just to go to the bathroom. "From the bathroom, um."

"Oh yes." Harris replied, Your father (your name) went straight into the bathroom.

Iqbaal.

*****

Today, (your name) has arrived at school since 5 minutes ago along with the father. He walked alone down the corridor that was not too crowded, it felt lazy to go to class to meet with Zidny. However, he wanted to beat up the girl this second also considering that Zidny is the mastermind of obscenity (your name) through social media.

"(Nam), morning."

(Your name) turned his head, looking at a handsome man who greeted him with a charming smile. Honey, that smile cannot shake faith (your name) at all.

(Your name) cleared a little, "Morning, Bi."

"Such early in the morning, left Iqbaal?" Guess Abidzar who walked side by side with her.

"No, not in the mood anymore."

"The factor is because Iqbaal left too, right?"

"Hmm. yeah."

Abidzar chuckled a little, he patted his shoulders (your name) gently. "Prophey first." He put his foot into his class.

(Your name) was silent, he continued his way to his second-floor class. The flat look and wry smile that only he displayed.

"(Your name)!!"

(Your name) clucked, he ignored the call because that person was one of the factors (your name) lazy school.

"(Your name), I'm sorry, I'm khilaf." Zidny stood in front (your name) with his hunting breath, he held his shoulder (your name) and showed a sorry look.

"Males I'm the same lo. Look out, look out." Ketus (your name) brushed off Zidny's hand and chose to walk.

"Well, I didn't accidentally. If I don't give you your number later I will definitely be in any other way with them. You know, I'm single, I don't have a guy for shelter. While you have Iqbaal, if they macem-macem there is Iqbaal which immediately sigap—"

"Emang temen girl you're just me?! You think I'm gonna fight Iqbaal the same obscure people?! So, you say you are single? Hello, awarrr, you guys are a myriad of beautiful!" Spray (your name) with a tone that does not like and satirize frontally.

Zidny pursed his lips. "Sorry, you change the card, I buy the card. What card do you want?"

(Your name) looked at Zidny flatly, while the girl looked at him plainly. Long in sight, Zidny was stunned. "You change the card, I won't give you your number to anyone else without your permission, promise." He said by raising his index and middle fingers simultaneously.

"Yeahaaa, pleaseeeeee..." Lirih Zidny was very pleading.

"Yaudah, yes. If you do that again, I will tell Iqbaal to give your number to the pedophile om." Saying (your name) threatening.

"Ah, *****! It's not gonna happen, I promise."

"Review lo!" Cynic (your name).

"Yes." Yeah." Said Zidny, who immediately struggled spoiled in the arm (your name), walking side by side down the corridor. "Lo ngadu Iqbaal huh?"

"Yes that. Man I should know if the bin's getting ragged."

Zidny turned his face away, then expressed as if disgusted with the words (your name). "Gee!" Mumbled.

"What lo, envy?!" Samber (your name) direct.

"Should it be questioned again?" Ask Zidny back.

"Basic!"

"What's he saying?"

"He said he wanted to hit lo, he wanted to fuck lo! Satisfied?!"

Zidny was not afraid, he immediately chuckled and smiled sweetly. "Who if ruffled with Iqbaal, I will."

(Your name) screeches. "Eggler!"

*****

SKIP YES!!

(Your name) put all the books in his tote bag. Just leave the phone alone to communicate and order ojol to go home. When all was done, he got up from his seat.

"(Nam), send me to dong's shop." Pinta Zidny who also got up from his seat by carrying a motorbike key in his hand.

"What are you doing? What other guy, hm?"

"Jeez your mind guys keep going. I want to do the task of Indo language that I did not know at that time, you're pretty cool, help me." Zidny.

"My anterine home."

"Yes." Yeah."

"My fetus is there."

"Baggle, tot. Come on, "Take Zidny who walks out of class followed by (your name) who also out of class by playing his phone.

"Lo's got the bike, I'm mager."

(Your name) did not answer, he was still busy dancing his fingers on a mobile phone screen, replying to short and vague messages from Iqbaal before the man began to be busy this week and would definitely be difficult to contact and inform, he said, I already knew it was like this.

"Hp continuessssssss!" Syndic Zidny.

(Your name) looked up, he turned off his phone and put it in his pocket. "Where's the key?"

Zidny throws the key of the motorcycle that was immediately captured by (your name). Both are riding on the bike with (your name) who will take him. (Your name) start the motor.

"Hold my HP," said (your name) hand over his phone to Zidny.

Zidny justifies his hair, rubs it on a dead (your name) phone. However, it suddenly lit up and revealed a chat from Iqbaal named ibayi🖤 by (your name). Spontaneous, it also makes the lock screen of the phone (your name) visible, a photo of the two of them who are at the top with the position (your name) carried Iqbaal behind.

"Ah, make heartache nih notif same wallpaper!" Screech Zidny tight and immediately turn off the phone (your name).

(Your name) justifies the rearview to stare at Zidny from there, he laughs in satisfaction. "Dibales is my same man?"

"Say 'why do you want?' it's."

"Let's just, don't get dibales."

"Gue bales, 'want to find a new man, bosen sama lo' that's."

"Getting started, you really want me to fight with Iqbaal."

"Seneng, Iqbaal will be single." Answer Zidny origin.

(Your name) chuckles. "Who said?"

"I just said."

"There is a problem that Iqbaal has overcome, where he may be mutusin or want to be cut off. Guenya also do not want to mutusin time."

"Well, if you are long tired of being able to move hearts."

(Your name) laughs. "I'm not going to taste good."

Zidny bergidig, he chose to be silent and stared at every street he passed. While (your name) focus on the road in front of him. Until finally they arrived in front of a mini shop filled with only a few people, Zidny got off the bike and went straight inside.

(Your name) clucked, he pulled out the motor key. Reflect briefly on the rearview mirror to justify her hair, before following Zidny in. Just a few steps away, his little body was pushed away by a tall man who was about to come out.

"Oh." Ringing is spontaneous.

"Sorry— uh, (your name)?"

(Your name) turned his head, he was silent for a few seconds before actually putting on a shy smile. "Eh, Devano."

"Cock is here? You're back at school?" Devano asked, the handsome man who had hit him earlier.

"You know, if not yet still in school means."

"Who's the guy?"

"Zidny doang both."

Devano nodded, he stared (your name) then smiled shyly. "Kirain with Iqbaal, where is he?"

"For schoolwork, regular futsal."

Devano nodded in understanding, he looked around then smiled faintly. "Sit down for a second, let's talk."

"Hurry up, where are you going?" Tanya (your name) kepo, but she joined Devano who sat on the long bench in front of the store.

"You go home, you have a promise with Mom. Oh, yeah, your number's not active anymore?"

"Gue wants to change the number of the plan, so for a while I use Line first."

"Pantesan, I just wanted to ask you about that time. So, when is there time?" Devano asked looking at him intensely.

(Your name) fell silent, he then smiled. "These weeks can be, but yes rada afternoons. When is your sister's birthday and what do you want?"

"A few more days. I'm confused about what to do, then I ask you to know."

(Your name) chuckled, "Jaudah is easy."

"OKAY. I'll tell you again, I'll be back!"

"Okay, bye"

(Your name) got up when Devano got up too, he waved at Devano when he was on the bike and ready to slide away. Ouch, darling. Eh?

(Your name) went inside with a smile of shame saltingnya who was glaring, there he had received a sharp gaze from Zidny who was waiting for him.

"Lo crazy huh? There has not been a day left Iqbaal already mepet-mepet same ex." Say Zidny flat.

"What the hell? Just talking about Salsa doang's birthday." Answer (your name) and sit down in front of Zidny.

"Be careful, until Iqbaal's kekeuping news, die lo."

"Lo beware so I want to go with Devano! I chopped crazy abis!!" Threaten (your name) sharp.

"Yes I am not going to be smitten, all of me will also not dare to be with Iqbaal. I just want to, know Iqbaal himself is a lot of spies." Zidny.

"Gue play it far ah, anyways I want to go to the mall. No one's gonna be looking for it." Say (your name) relax.

"Forgotten, girls aka adek class that average ngegeget Iqbaal, if until ketauan lo play behind aduh abis deh piduin same adek-adek class.." Zidny said as he opened his tome.

"Don't make me think of Zid, I just want to nemenin Devano looking for gifts for his brother, no more." Saying (your name) suddenly upset himself.

"Keep the fad of watching movies, shopping, eating together. Well, I'm afraid I'm the same cunning you.."

"Gue not so!"

"Halah, the time of PDKT is the same as Iqbaal. The reason is to buy a gift for Fajri, uh tau-tau even to the top of both. ***!"

"Gue is to Iqbaal doang." Sahut (your name) quickly slowly.

"Gue tell me, don't mess with Iqbaal. If you want to playin Iqbaal, mending his Iqbaal for me aja."

(Your name) clucked, "Gue doesn't playin. I just nemenin geez there is no intention anymore, you mah like the stove anyway Zid!"

"Whatever. I don't want to get involved anyway, don't get me involved."

(Your name) long throats. "Dirty, I won't want to call you by your name!"

"That time you fought with Iqbaal why bring me, heh?! Lo who is as gentle as the guy keeps me being accused, what does that mean?! *** you!"

(Your name) chuckles little. "That's worse, than Iqbaal getting angry with me yaudah I bring your name aja."

"Let's take my name, don't want me anymore. I'll tell the same story, dear Iqbaal."

"My man don't call me baby!!" Upset (your name) kicking Zidny's leg.

"Bodos! My favorite, he's on the list of guys that I'm going to deletin if single." Reply Zidny by sticking his tongue out.

(Your name) clucked, he looked down upon one incoming call from Iqbaal. He immediately lifted it.

"Huh?" Saying (your name) makes Zidny look at him.

"Jude."

"Yes." Yeah."

(Your name) looked at Zidny who kept watching him.

"Yes, sweetheart. May the spirit win!!" Saying (your name) makes Zidny turn wry. Zidny's back on his duty, ah (your name) makes it hot.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, if you dare, until here there is no pity!"

"Lod."

"***."

"Yes, love. Bye-bye."

(Your name) shut it down and put the phone back on the table. There was no reaction from Zidny other than his pouting face that made (your name) chuckle without a sound. He propped up both his cheeks while watching his phone screen which showed a picture of him and Iqbaal.

There was a sense of sadness when he saw it, a year of love with trials that were always there made him feel the luckiest woman, not the time, but it was very lucky. As he said earlier, s'everything is a problem Iqbaal must have relented'. However, Zidny's words that say 'people who always give up will definitely be tired and will change their hearts' it makes him think hard.

Will Iqbaal one day be tired? And then leave her?

Kan, surely every way or adjacent to any guy, always terbesit the name Iqbaal that makes him have to think thousands of times to dare to mess behind the man. A man who is considered hard and selfish, even though the man is very loving, who is hard and rude is just his speech.

Well, so think 1000 times for his plan to accompany the ex. Ah, that's it, Iqbaal in Bandung, far away from him.

(Your name) love Iqbaal 3000 really.

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SERIATE..