Bad Boy: Black White Motorcycle Gang Chairman

I Love Anja

The fight was inevitable. The two young men who were trying to fight for their pride were fighting each other. Dira had even stood between them, but with a rough Mika who had been enveloped in anger, unconsciously pushed the girl away until she fell backwards, then like a fidelity continued to beat Anja.

The teary-eyed man had already fallen down due to Mika's raw bogem lodged in his temple. Even his glasses had already been thrown and shattered.

"Lu must die at the hands of the cave!" mika's screams are getting crazier. In his mind there was only one goal, to finish off Harianja's life!

Anja's face was already battered, even the man's breathing was already wheezing, helpless as Mika was already sitting on her stomach. The man clenched his fist and raised his hand would give a single blow of cover that would surely make Anja fall unconscious or could die, and at that time Dira limped running and then pushed Mika's body as hard as she could, but his efforts did not succeed.

Mika will still position her hand on Anja's face, spontaneously Dira took the beam and hit Mika's body until it fell to the side.

Dira doesn't want to hurt Mika, does he. He didn't even want the man to get hurt. Dira makes the decision so that Mika does not become a murderer.

If Anja dies, then Mika will also go to prison.

Seeing the girl defend Anja, Mika's anger burns even more.

"So, this Lu belain ba*nci? Even Lu mukul cave?" mika snapped and pushed Dira to the wall.

"So does Lu love her, huh?" snapped Mika glares. His face water is no longer visible. Angry, disappointed, even hate for Dira.

"really. I love Anja, so I won't let anyone hurt her. You don't realize you could have killed him!" peekik Dira's.

"So, you picked him? With everything the cave did? All the sacrifices and changes the cave made for Lu?" mika asked in a trembling tone, not believing she could feel this much pain. Why is the girl so capable of ravaging her mood and heart.

Seeing Dira just silent while looking at her with teary eyes, Mika straightened her body, taking off her hand grip on the girl's wrist.

"All right!" he said briefly, then stepped out of the meatball stall.

The shop owner's mother who had been shocked and ran away now comes again with some people he can ask for help.

"Who was that, Neng? Seriously very. Look at all the mom's desk chairs so messy like this," said the shop owner.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'll change, " replied Dira feeling bad and very embarrassed.

***

Dira takes Anja to the clinic to treat the bruises on her face. After being calm and have enough energy, Anja is sure to bring her bike, both saying goodbye to the shop owner's mother and repeatedly apologizing for the quarrel that occurred in her meat shop. Anja also gave the woman some compensation that made her smile back.

"Why are you smiling?" tanya Dira stared strangely at Anja after they came home from the clinic and chose to sit for a while in the city park.

"Do you know or want to know?" goda Anja smiled. However, it did not take long to grimace back in pain due to the wound on the corner of his lips.

"Anja!"

"okay... Okay...," she answered grabbed Dira's fingers and held them tightly.

The girl could only smile clumsily. He should be happy to hear Anja's words. Yeah, he's happy, but... Why is Dira's mind now focused on Mika.

Dira knew that his words to the man had succeeded in making Mika feel sick and disappointed in him. But he had to do that. All of this was also for the good of Mika and herself.

Dira just hopes that Mika will be fine. He wants the man to change for the better because it is from his own desire not because he wants to be liked.

***

From that day on, Mika returned to her old habits. No school and no news.

After a week had passed, Dira had only seen the man. When she saw each other, Mika with her cold face threw away her face.

There was sadness in the corner of Dira's heart. Even she felt lost for Mika's attention all along. I don't know since when it started, but he was used to the man beside him.

Tira was called the headmaster Silvia said as she entered their classroom.

Dira who was currently copying in his book scrunched his forehead thinking about the purpose of the principal calling out to him. With a lazy step Dira dragged her feet towards the room located near the main door.

"Mr call me?" dira asked after knocking on the door and was welcome to enter.The girl followed the instructions of the headmaster's hand pointing at an empty chair, which was, while the other seats were already occupied by someone who looked cold and had a terrifying aura.

Dira had turned his head only to know who the old man was, but because the man was also looking at him, making Dira immediately turn her face down because she felt uncomfortable saying the man was as if introgating himself.

"Dira introduce this is Mr. Hendardi, he wants to meet and talk with you," said the principal and afterwards nodded to the old man who was in front of Dira shortly before leaving the two in the room.

Sitting Dira increasingly agitated, the man named Mr. Hendardi continued to observe him.

"Sorry, you want to talk to me?" dira asked timidly, they had been quiet for up to 10 minutes, and Dira was restless waiting for the man to open his voice.

Aunt Merlin was so cruel and frightening to Dira, but the man before this was much more sinister. Dira was sure that no one would be able to lie in front of this man, his eyes glaring so sharply at every nation that was in front of him.

"Is your name really Andira Putri?" asked the man unblinkingly in a firm voice and again shook Dira's courage.

"Right, sir." Dira's voice still clearly sounded vibrating even though she had tried not to be nervous. Dira's habit of relieving his nervousness by squeezing the tip of his skirt, trying to knit back the courage to face anyone including this old man whom he did not know.

"You went to this school with a special line, which is a scholarship for the poor, right?" asked Mr. Hendardi sharply.

Can someone out there come to help him? He was so frightened by the look in the man's eyes. What's wrong with having to face this scary guy like Mr Hendardi?

Dira could only nod. He needs time to master himself, eliminate a little fear in order to get back to talking, his body just to tremble nervously, even to hold back his saliva just feels difficult.

"Do you still want to go to school here?" ask the man, and again be called Dira.

"I have an offer for you!"