ASMARADANA CROWN PRINCESS

Chapter 57.

Dalilahs.

"Sister Prisia. His ex-man mas Revi." explained to me without me asking. I nodded slowly. Now I'm lemes, no energy.

How not lemes. I am in love for the first time, I do not have an ex. But not for Revi. His ex may not be just one and I just found out one.

Compared to me. Distant difference. I became less. I didn't even dare to wipe his sweaty face like that. There's Ayahanda again. What this Revi mas is not ashamed, my father is on the pulpit even he is friendly with his ex.

What mas Revi is also not afraid if Ayahanda is angry and disagree. Oh, Gusti. Revi is not the same as me? Why not take care of me, keep your feelings. Father must be disappointed too. Her only daughter was played with by her.

I sit down dumbstruck. Want home. But there has been no announcement as to who the winner is.

"Sad?" ask Bimo. I looked at him with a glare. "Can I wipe his face like this in public?" askaku.

Bimo. "There's a tissue in the bag, just give it to her later if you want her attention."

I cringed in wonder. "Is that including attention?" my many.

Bimo nodded. But I doubt him. Bimo is single. Do you know where it comes from for attention?

"You just talk!"

"No!"

"So you're saying, the tissue-tissue you prepared for me is in the category of attention?"

Bimo looked awkward and averted his eyes. I smiled faintly, tissue being a form of attention. There-there's just my mind.

Twenty minutes passed. I who was not focused on the situation frowned while turning to Bimo when cheers and applause rumbled across the sports hall.

The atmosphere of victory soared high, when the school yel sounded so carefree.

I smiled a little. Celebrating victory over my jealousy? Haha... Revi, please. I have to explain what will happen to Ayahanda when you are wiped with sweat by your ex.

I sat down in silence after a round of applause to celebrate the victory of the school basketball team. Now I want to hurry home and rest. His hair is not playing! These are the conditions in which I am lazy to talk a lot. Not because of hunger, lemes or jealousy. But because my mouth smells like heaven. And, Bimo understands my condition.

"Tomorrow you're off, Bim! No need to seek approval from the father. It's me who asked you to rest. Because, I also want to rest in the room tomorrow." I said honestly. I'm too tired to do anything after today. I'm tired, and just want a mager in the room.

Bimo nodded while slashing his eyes towards the right. Right above the stairs. A man with a dull breath looked at me.

"Princess!"

I smiled broadly. With a pretty astonished mind. Revi was looking for me all the way. Did he think of me? And know I'm in this GOR. Did he want to see me just because he was freaking out because I saw the incident earlier.

From Revi after that I knew he was panicking about it. I laughed in my heart. I want to be good at pretending, but also do not want to be bullied just like that by love. I deliberately invite Bimo to talk and answers from him to make mas Revi change the water of his face. Especially when I offer Suryawijaya's kejawen shirt. Mas Revi immediately smiled stiffly.

Very amusing. So afraid he was with Suryawijaya when mas Revi looks like a person who just got a high sense of anxiety. My sister is scary when she is angry.

"The book is fine, princess?"

I nodded and shone the horse. "Ndomas Pandu is more flexible than Ndomas Suryawijaya. But Ndu... Also good at taekwondo." I said while gathering with other students on the basketball court.

Mas Revi nodded, he touched my arm with a big smile.

"Whatever, the important thing is that I want to try to be like you."

I nodded while looking towards the pulpit as the mayor gave attention to look at it.

Slowly the rumbling of voices began to subside and we solemnly heard his speech.

I squeezed my hands together, nervous, just before popping up as my name was called to be the second champion of the arts and culture competition.

"Thank you, universe!" I said before I went on stage with champion three. A K-Pop break dance team from SMAN 11.

Arrive on stage. I clenched my hands together while receiving a charter of appreciation and a trophy of champion from the mayor who stood next to Father.

Now it's my turn to give me an award in the form of some cash as a form of appreciation for outstanding students.

I smiled shyly while twitching my eyes. Ayahanda rubbed the top of my head that no longer had a crown. "My princess."

"Thank you, Father Gusti Kanjeng Sultan." I replied, bowing respectfully.

Ayahanda. "Join the other winners."

I nodded and joined them. Including the conscious Revi mas who smiled at me.

"Happy princess. I love you." whispered behind me. I smiled broadly as I looked at the guy who had just stepped on stage. The drummer who amazed me with the pounding of his foot on the drum pedal earlier.

"It's only natural that he wins. It was really good playing the drums." I murmured to praise him. Mas Revi was silent, he clasped my right hand instead. It's like making a confession that I belong to him.

"But then, Lilah gatel's nose!" my lie.

Mas Revi let out a long sigh before taking it off. "I want to help you scratch your nose, but." He smiled a little.

I smiled understandably, and immediately scratched my nose which was completely gatel.

Mas Revi looked at it while shaking his head. "Don't! Later scuff!"

"Lilah had to hurry home to remove her make-up. If not my face will itch all."

Mas Revi immediately shook his head quickly. I disagree with what I said.

"Aren't you going to come with us for a walk?"

"We? Who is mas?" manya suspect.

"Basketball team and cheer leader. Take a walk to celebrate this victory. Want dad? I want to be with you!"

I chuckled a little before shaking my head. "I can't, Mom. I'm fasting. So I'm going home after the meeting." I let out a breath. "I'm tired."

The forehead of Revi's mas wrinkled instantly. "fasting? It's not Ramadan." he was surprised.

"Mutihan fasting." I said slowly.

Mas Revi scratched his head that was soaked with sweat and mineral water earlier. Obviously itchy and smelly. But why even take a walk? Not going home and shower. Bizarrely.

Mas Revi smiled faintly. "If you'd better not come, you look pale. So just take a break at home."

I'm shaking the horse. If there is no me. There was a brother of Prisia who accompanied him.

I soaked my lips before all the winners of the race were invited to take photos with the mayor and Ayahanda. I am proud even if I am only champion two.

After the photo show is over. We were all in the meeting room.

The mayor immediately expressed his intention to bring basketball players and cultural arts winners to Jakarta in the national level race.

I was quite impressed when Mr. Mayor asked all winners of cultural arts competition to collaborate in a traditional dance choreography and KPop accompanied by drum thump.

My brain froze. Can't think. Moreover, the guy asked me to get acquainted while asking for my WA number.

I'm sure, Bimo immediately senewen because of his work added. So did Revi who was desperate not to interfere in my business.

I stretched out my hand while carving out a smile. "Go on." The man clasped my hand and said his name.

"Derren."

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