A Gift for Lala

Eighteen - Sucks!

"Lala, know this child Tate," Aunt Vivi nudged Fadly who just silently looked at me. He certainly didn't expect to see me here. With some hesitation, I extended my hand to him. And miraculous! That arrogant Fadly, smiled at me.

"Hi.. Fadly," he said as he extended his hand.

"Lala," I said. I swear I did not expect to meet Fadly here even got a smile that I admit to winning very sweet.

Mothers, after seeing me and Fadly getting to know each other, they left us. As in the movies, if both parents deliberately introduce their two children must have very cliche intentions. A MATCHMAKING! Huahaha... I'd laugh out loud if my mind was right.

"You're the new kid? In what class?"

WHAATT??? In what class? Whats? Did I not hear wrong? Fadly said what? So... So... does he not remember me? So... Am I really invisible to him? Oh my... Ckckck... Is Yola so great that she's so in control of her mind? 

"IPA III" I answered short.

"So you're the same Yola class?" Yeah, that name finally said too.

"At least," I replied. I'm waiting for his reaction. Does he remember ever coming to me because I was a tulalit when he asked Yola.

"My guy?" he said half surprised. I'm nodding. Then I saw him smiling mysteriously. Goddamnit! What else is he thinking.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. What's your name?"

I also want to punch her in that cute face. You tulalit guy. ****! Selfish! It sucks! I cursed in my heart. I swear I was offended.

"Lala" I said judes.

"Ups... sorry...sorry." he said with a regretful face.

"I don't know if there's a new kid. Makeup again," again he said with his playboy smile. Fiuuhh. I really want to encourage him to fall into the pool.

Waitaminute! I seem to have heard such words. Oh yes, Junot. Junot once said that, and I was flying.

Fadly looked at me still giving that smile. How come I got involved with two guys who have a close relationship with Yola. Looks like there's a chain that connects me to Yola. Two guys who liked her accidentally came into my life. Huft... So annoying.

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"Where, La?" A'am looked at me with an impatient face. I smiled broadly.

"It's halfway through, Am. Anyway you should be my editor."'

"Berez, boss!" a'am replied while saluting me. I smiled with satisfaction.

The novel I wrote and will participate in the youth novel writing competition has been fifty percent completed. So far I've been quite satisfied with my work. In a week I could finish sixty pages and that was a new feat for me. He said a broken hearted person could bring two possibilities. First, his life will be ruined. Second, even more creative in the work. And now, the idea just keeps flowing like a river.

But, I feel like I lost Trian because he hadn't contacted me in a long time. He never even had an Ol. Where the hell is the kid? Somewhat mysterious too.

Meanwhile, Gigi kept calling me and asking me about my progress. He said that he was now crazy about Cristian Prasetyo, the model who is now the main character of the film Paris Love Story. Films that have recently been released in theaters.

"Ohh, La. you have to watch this movie. Original, you will not be satisfied. Do you know the name Cristian Prasetyo? I swear. Make me a breath. Especially if he wants to nyium the guy... Anyway, you have to watch! Can't not. Later we will discuss the name Cristia Prasetyo, Okey..."

I just smiled at Gigi's enthusiasm with Cristian. Basic Dental! He likes to get carried away with the trend, then Twiligth, he is crazy about Edward Cullen, and now he is crazy about Cristian Prasetyo.

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