Between Paskibra & Scouts

BREAK UP!!

In a stall, my skin was strewn under the table.

It was the act of Andre and his tongkrong friends who were busy conversing while smoking a cigarette and a cup of instant coffee.

After school, Andre has a habit of hanging out with his friends if there are no Paschibra activities at school.

Andre's tongkrongan friends mostly come from other High Schools there are only a few who are one High School with him, one of which is Doni.

Andre's HP trembled, a sign that a message was coming in. Andre took HP out of his gray pants pocket. He checked the incoming message, it was from Doni.

Cave there is a little info, was the cave of the gosipan girl-cewe cave class, if this morning Citra to the teacher room with a boy he said the brother Scout. His name is Ang....Angga is not wrong.

With lightning Andre types a message, replying to the message he just read.

Lo seriously? It's unlikely that Citra doesn't talk about caves. Less accurate than your info!

Return reply message in.

Au ah, you asked yourself the same person. Ndre you better get here by now... There's something you should see! About Citra, the same Angga...That goose. Scribbles!

After Andre read a short message from Doni, he immediately got up from his seat.

"Where are you going?" ask Ikhsan, Andre's tongkrongan friend.

"There's business, you just continue."

 

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Andre arrived at the school parking lot, and immediately headed to the field, he knew for sure this concerned Citra who was following Scout activities in the school field.

Arriving on the field, Andre saw Citra scolded by a man in front of many people. As his emotions rose, he ran towards the man and hit the cheek of the man, which was the Citra Scout Senior Angga.

Citra ran and left Andre, Citra wanted to go home but was still confused as to who to go home with.

Usually sepulqng Scout activities, Citra came home picked up by Andre or Doni.

Going home with Andre is impossible, because they are fighting. What about Doni? Citra was also reluctant to contact Doni, because Citra knew this was the work of Doni who complained to Andre Prihal he was sentenced earlier.

 

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In a room that nuanced white, Citra sat pensive.

Tok.dok...

The sound of knocking on the door of the Citra room.

"Cit... There's Andre." A woman's voice, heard behind the door.

That woman is Mirna, Citra's mother.

"I don't want to see Andre Ma.."

Citra is still lazy to talk to her boyfriend, she still remembers the incident at school earlier when Scouting activities.

"Are you the same as Andre?"

"No ma, Citra is just tired, just tell her to go home. It's night too."

"But pity my son, come all the way. At least you'll meet, just a minute.."

The image finally complied, he came out of his room and hurriedly walked towards the living room. There was Andre and Putra, Citra's older brother. They're chatting.

He said he wanted to meet the cave, why even talk to my brother? inner Image.

"Ehm..."

Deheman Citra's voice managed to stop the two men's conversation. The two eyes stared at the sound.

Citra also chose to sit on the sofa in front of Andre.

"Kok you sit there bi? Here, I want to say something." Andre patted the sofa next to him.

"Then just say it." Say Image with Cuek.

"I want to apologize Cit, I'm wrong" Andre said sincerely, questioned by Citra to make him frustrated.

"Okay I'm sorry, but you should be apologizing to Angga. You beat him to the wound!"

"You care so much about that guy? Yan your boyfriend is really me what he is, the Angga... That goose?"

Andre began to get angry, the news about Citra and Angga to the teacher room together alone had made him upset plus Citra now defended the person in front of him.

"You're angry anyway? Like a little boy! jealousy is not obvious!!" The image's face began to redden, heat up.

"Little boy? naturally dong I was angry, emang you think I do not know what if you had a break with Cowo is not clear it was the room of the teacher together. You don't tell me anymore"

The image of the memory, he had not told Andre, usually as small as they must have told each other.

"You know where it came from?"

"Obviously I know, how not? almost one school says you know, he says it fits! How am I not angry?" Andre raised his voice a little now. While Citra is only silent, it is wrong.

"Aren't you now said to be suitable? And what do you think of me?" Andre.

The image began to run out of patience, he felt that not only was he wrong, but Andre as well.

"It's not just me who's wrong, you are too! You don't feel wrong?" The image ended his silence.

"You're so happy on the lap in sweat to be given to drink with Triana earlier at school?" You think I'm not jealous? It's good to be so same girl-cewe" He rose from his seat, Citra replied fiercely the words that Andre had thrown earlier.

"Am I wrong? It is a gift from people, not to be rejected. While you? you are like a CHEAP girl, obviously you already have a guy" said Andre defending himself and attacking back.

" As low as I am in your eyes?" Without permission tears Image dripped.

Andre realized what he said earlier hurt Citra.

"Sorry bi...." Andre lirih.

"We broke up..." The image of running left Andre with tears. Only those two words could he say to express his disappointment at Andre's words piercing his heart.

Just by that word their relationship ran aground that second as well.

"Cit, I'm sorry..." Andre arched his legs wanting to chase after Citra who ran towards the stairs towards his room above, but his steps came to a halt with a rude push from a man.

"Better you unplug it or you want the cave to run out here?" The man was Citra's older brother's son, who had overheard their conversation earlier from the tv room.

"But..."

"Take the cave say !!....." Son cut off Andre's words.

Andre decided to leave the house, he thought for sure tomorrow everything will return to normal as usual. He hopes Citra will forget what happened before what else the word 'disconnect' he said.

The image closed the door of his room and locked it from the inside.

Inside Citra was crying on her bed.

Tok.

The sound of the door rang out.

"Cit... You're not papa, are you?" the son's voice sounded simultaneously knocking on the door, but Citra was reluctant to answer.

He looked at all the things Andre gave him in his room.

He throws a large teddy bear and a stack of open bouquets that he rearranges on top of a large vase of flowers. All of them throw it under the floor.

Who does he think he is? Dare to tell me that. Andre malahttttt you maliktt.

The image continued to cry throughout the night until he fell asleep in his sleep.