Al And Karan

73. Al - with Karan

"The answer is C."

Karan looked up at Al flat in front of him. Instead of answering what Al showed. Karan prefers to answer B.

"Gue's sure the answer is B."

"As far as you are," Al continued on his way to his seat.

Nana who just came directly sat next to Karan. Nudged the girl's arm. Making the nudged curses slowly.

"Lo owes the same story to me and Aura."

Karan let out a long sigh, "What story debt?"

"Lo, what's wrong with Al?"

"What's up."

"Lying, the whole school also knows that you're dating her" Nana said

Karan immediately shut Nana's mouth. "Stop it."

"Naaa. horrifying me. It's just a temple not real," Karan explained withholding emotions.

Just now Nana was about to argue, but a brief notification from Karan's phone left the two speechless.

Karan picks up his phone, there is one chat notification from the guy who just talked to him.

Al: If later the answer I answered I actually, then I futsal later in the afternoon.

read.

"Who's line?"

"Lo seems to fit in as a journalist na," Karan moved from his seat and left the classroom.

...…...

This is where Karan is. A special indoor field for futsal. It had been a few minutes Karam sat while watching Al who was playing. Sometimes he also seems busy scrolling his medsos

"Ran," someone with an unfamiliar voice called out to Karan.

Karan did not turn his head, it was certain that the owner of the voice was a man Karan hated.

"Well, why are you here?"

Karan was silent and did not answer, his eyes still twitching with the phone in his hand.

"Ran, you're the bego girl I've met. As long as you know, Al doesn't really like you. Do you not want how you used to be thrown away with him." he said "Come on ran, so don't be cheap gini."

Bugh!

A blow from behind hit Dean on target.

This is where Karan is. A special indoor field for futsal. It had been a few minutes Karam sat while watching Al who was playing. Sometimes he also seems busy scrolling his medsos

"Ran," someone with an unfamiliar voice called out to Karan.

Karan did not turn his head, it was certain that the owner of the voice was a man Karan hated.

"Well, why are you here?"

Karan was silent and did not answer, his eyes still twitching with the phone in his hand.

"Ran, you're the bego girl I've met. As long as you know, Al doesn't really like you. Do you not want how you used to be thrown away with him." he said "Come on ran, so don't be cheap gini."

Bugh!

A blow from behind hit Dean on target.

Karan immediately stood up pulling Al's hand to stop the action. However, it was not noticed by Al. Precisely the guy pulled the collar of Dean's shirt that was sprawled.

"So your mouth, I'm not as depraved as you. And as long as you know, I love Karan is not playing what you do to him" said Al with emotions that have risen to ubun ubun.

Conscious being the center of attention of other basketball children. Karan immediately pulls Al to exit the building. Then give the guy some water to drink.

Al sat down on the seat beside Karan. Sipped the drink until it ran out.

"Thank you and not again."

"Gue can't."

Karan twitched his forehead hearing Al's reply so firmly.

"Gue won't stay in them, when you're ugly in front of me or when someone dares to hurt you. I'm not going to get 'em, especially that fucking guy."

A warm feeling spread to his body. Karan feels like he is well guarded and protected by Al. As if nothing could crack him.

The eyes of Karan and Al met for quite a while. Seeing each other's seriousness in each maniac.Al took Karan's hand and grabbed him.

"Thank you, you've never loved me. Now, replace me."

Karan was unable to say a word that could be done just lowered his head.

"Gue Denger you ran out of a fight with Dean earlier?" ask Devon

Farel and Reonal, who were busy playing their phones, stared at Al, who was leaning his head against the bed.

"Hm."

"What other problems? Karan?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Farel patted Al on the shoulder. "Lo really likes Karan?

Al opened his eyes, then looked at Farel with a look that was so certain.

"Well, crazy times you if I'm kidding."

"Sans boss" Reonal said. "If you really like it, when is dong in his Jedor?"

"You see, I can't wait to eat food."

"Lo on when it's so easy to say." cynical Al.

"He is to speak," replied Farel.

Al shook his head and closed his eyes. The shadow of Karan's face seemed so clear as if it was in front of him.

The sun stood there. The bustle of the capital is still the same as usual. Today is a day of freedom, where everyone is temporarily free from schoolwork and work. The day that is always waiting for. Especially Karan.

Every Sunday, he never forgets to visit his father's grave. Like the girl is doing now.

Karan hardly recognized his Papa's tomb once around the tomb grew a variety of flowers. Above the tomb of his father there are also fresh flowers. Karan thinks it's not his mom, because she's still home.

"Good Morning Pa, beautiful Karan is here again."

Karan rubbed his Papa headstone gently. Telling happiness now seems to be on his side. The happiness of a cold guy named Al.

When Al Karan's name says. Instantly he remembered their conversation a few weeks ago here.

A few days ago Karan and Al accidentally visited the tomb of Papa Karan and Grandpa Al happened to be here as well.

"Lo knew, when I heard the news about my Papa's departure. It felt like my world was collapsing, the dream I had built seemed to be falling apart."

Al held Karan's hand next to him.

"Since Papa's death, Mama rarely spoke to me. Mama locked herself in her room and she continued to work without rest. To distract her pain. So did I, Karan who used to be a submissive boy turned into a naughty Karan, likes to skip and I deliberately always run into trouble."

Karan wiped away his tears that were rushing down.

"Udah should not be rubbed, justin aja" said Al softly.

"Gue lost Papa's figure. Papa I used to love flowers and birds. Every afternoon, in my old house. We always enjoy time together behind the house that contains flowers and birds. Stories about each other's day. But, that was."

Al brought Karan in his arms. Caran's hair is soft.

So it can be ascertained that the flower in the tomb of his father is Al.

"Pa, Al's out of here huh? what's the story with Papa?"

Karan knew it was impossible for his father to respond to the question just now.

 

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