Asthma Heart Eyes
32.Farewell of friendship
"Sela, I'd like to ask you a question but I hope you're honest with me, now it's in the library so talk slowly!" said the curious Asma.
"..." - ".Marsella was silent, she did not know what to do.
"Tell me, but if you don't say it I won't force it. I trust you." now Asma's smiling makes Marsella feel guilty.
"Come to the cafeteria!"Take Asma gently, Marcella now feels even more guilty he is very afraid if to say anything.
Arriving dikantin.
Plakk
" You are muna yes Sel, during this friendship we are what do you consider?"said Aqila who was already angry.
Marsella just lowered her head while holding her cheek she felt very sad because she could not say anything, on the other hand where Clarisa and Rizka laughed happily.
"Ouh yes Reisa thanks for your help our plan is progressing smoothly" said Clarisa.
"Relax me, everything is the same as me." said Reisa.
Flashbacks.
Brakkkk
"Aunt hiks...Latifah's pregnant!!" latifah shouted with tears and a limp body.
Instantly Halima who finished praying also ran towards the cry of her first daughter who had been praying for her return.
"Latifah... What happened son??" halima said in a very worried tone because of Latifah's very disheveled state.
"Marsella can you come home like there's a family problem" Asma said, nodding Marsella away.
"Let's continue again As, Assalamualaikum." said Marsella.
" Neylorda."Asthma Reply.
Instantly the direction of his goal shifted to his brother.
"What's wrong, Latif?" ask Asma who is worried.
"Get away, all this is you!!" latifah's blaring scream made Asthma round her eyes.
"Don't be here if anyone knows it's not good" Halima said.
At that time Raisa who passed by the house heard clearly what had happened so far she always looked at the envy of Asthma who every time admired by many people so much that she hated the girl.
"May Allah guide you, Assalamualaikum." After saying that Asma also led his uncle to go from being a subject of contempt.
"Whose brother was it?" ask a teenage girl.
"Just beggars" said Fikri.
Fikri also explained to Raisa the incident in detail made Raisa very happy and wanted to make a lesson so that Asma did not do anything else.
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"After this we will see the destruction of their friendship" Clarisa said happily.
"Aqila stop, why are you overreacting anyway?!" said the shocked Asthma.
"Why As, do you believe that he has dared to insult you, do you not realize that he has two faces!" aqila said with a look at Marsella hate.
"Udah la, this is all a misunderstanding" said Najla.
"I'm confused with you guys, if you really don't bother me sincerely to help Asma mening we don't need to cement anymore, I'm sick of it!" Aqila immediately left with an angry face.
"La, wait!" Najla goes after Aqila.
"As, are you mad at me?" marsella asked with a trembling voice.
"No, I'm confused as to why you can keep quiet all this time but I will still wait patiently for your honesty." Asma replied with a sigh.
"Sorry." inner Marsella.
Home school.
Bruck
"I'm sorry Asma, I'll persuade Aqila" Najla said.
"Yes gapapa." reply Asthma softly.
Tastes bad friends away_inner Asthma.
"Hallo Asma, have not seen Bondan kangen nih long ago." seductive Bondan while holding Asthma's shoulder, as soon as Asma away.
"Sorry Bondan, don't touch me, as good as you!" say Asthma gently.
"Cih,lo it's too expensive to sell, kalo no one likes how, at most you squabble in front of me!" bondan is proud of himself.
"Who said no one likes Asthma, I like her she's not cheap like other girls" said Amran who was standing in front of Bondan.
"Ck lo again, you want to be a rioter huh??" sentak Bondan's.
Asthma now blushes to hear the words of Amran that make her heart happy.
"No, I want to remind all of you that Asthma has no right to be destroyed!" amran said with a sharp look.
"Let's say you like him too!" bondan.
"Indeed, if he was why, the Asthma section also did not mind really" said Amran who began to be upset he was not aware of what he said Asma himself was embarrassed to listen to Amran's words.
Deg.
Amran what you say, realize you are emotion_inner Asthma
"Denger no friends Amran said he likes Asma, you can defeat me new basketball you can get him!" said Bondan and immediately Amran nodded.
Everyone gathered in the field of basketball heard Bondan's announcement about his match with Amran.
"One, against one!" bondan.
The game began to print the first score obtained bondan until the middle round, Asma was worried because Amran still had not put the ball into the ring.
Amran and Bondan rest all Bondan's friends giving him a drink and fanning him Bondan stares arrogantly at Amran.
"Amran should not do this" said Asma thrusting water and carrying a small towel.
"I don't like you being bullied" said Amran.
Asma smiled unknowingly she wiped away Amran's sweat and encouraged him.
"Bismillah first and then fighting it Allaah will always help you, Passion!!" asma held her hand up.
Amran immediately felt excited after seeing the smile from Asthma.
"Hm, thank you." said Amran.
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"Denger ya if I win next you have to promise to stay away from Asma!" amran.
"Cih who's afraid, and if I win you far away Asthma, and you should be my babu!" show Bondan.
The game began and now the first point was won by Amran until their point is now a narrow difference and if Amran enter the ball then he became the winner at the end of the second.
Yes Alloh help Amran_Batin Asthma
Ting...
Amran manages to defeat Bondan, and Bondan slams his ball upset all the schoolgirls are so fascinated with the agility of Amran's game different from before.
Amran approached Asthma with a smile while Asma could only look down.
"Thank you for your support I can be stronger and thank you for giving me your sweet smile" said Amran and left the room.
Asthma is now blushing her smooth white cheeks more and more reddened I don't know Amran can make her very happy.
On the other hand, a woman was upset to look at Asma who became the encouragement of Amran he hated Asma so much that he felt like he wanted to eliminate the girl.
"Damn it again he's the superior one" he said with annoyance.
Seriate...
