Boyfriend Lies

Preparations

The contract reading is over. We continue to discuss other important things, ranging from a courtship contract that will expire after thirty days, call Abang-Adek as a favorite name, exchange mobile numbers, to follow each other Instagram accounts.

Of all that we prepared, there was one thing that left me most astonished. The bs123ja account has no followers at all. Not expecting, dong! Sekelah Kak Bagas, whose fans live in SMK Pharmaceutical Nation, does not have Instagram following.

"Why?"

"Huh?" I asked back. What's the why? Why would he ask me that?

"Why diem, huh?" Bagas clarified the question. "It must be confused, right, about my followers?"

Ah, he's good at guessing apparently.

"They didn't know I had IG. Intentionally do not follow anyone including school because you want my account in the coin of many people."

Yeah, too, anyway. Now there are a lot of unknown accounts that follow me to find out my activities and mistakes. It felt claustrophobic, like all my behavior would be recorded and spread by them.

"If, then, we don't have to follow each other." I gave a proposal. Bagas has calmed down in terms of social media. If he follows me, his calm will surely end.

"No problem. If we're not active on IG, they won't believe it completely."

I could not help but smile. There is, yes, a man like Bagas? Work on everything so that the plan goes well and perfectly. Now I understand why everyone chose him to take control of the organization. Not only can he be trusted, but he also has high loyalty.

"OKAY. It's all, right?" Bagas asked for fear of a step being missed.

"Sister." Something still stuck in my mind, but I was embarrassed to reveal it.

Bagas looked at me without a sound. It was like giving me the freedom to express my opinion. Full of doubts that came up, but I tried to express my opinion so that we have openness to each other. Maybe before expressing the core of the problem that is hampering it is better for me to mince words first.

"When do we start acting?"

The first question was answered quickly. "Today."

"That means today we have to publish a relationship, dong?"

The second question was answered with a calm face. "Yes, we'll publish it."

Well, this is the question that stuck in my mind earlier. "What does the publication want?"

"You want my input, don't you?" Without thinking long, I immediately nodded my head so that Bagas Kak again voiced. "Your followers are here, right?"

"There, but only the X-1 class. You see, my account hunted down the blasphemous harvest. So, kind of scared to open up privacy to someone else."

Bagas seemed to understand my reason. "No problem, anyway. Some gossip spread, right, spit." He still showed a calm and relaxed face. "Now we hold hands photos you keep uploading in the instastory, yes!"

I said, take the phone out of the skirt pocket, then activate the camera. Brother Bagas' hand was stretched out in front of me. His smile that looks bright with a shady look that makes me moved to put my hands in his grasp.

This kind of situation, attracted my heart to utter the prayer verses sincerely. Hopefully this way can eliminate my image as a third person in the eyes of everyone. Hopefully with this cooperation, my Instagram account will recover and stop accepting hate speech. I hope we can be happy together. Amens.

One camera capture is stored in the photo gallery. Our hands were released because I had to open the Instagram application to evoke the photo just now. "What's the caption, brother?"

"Tag me, aja, but use a mysterious concept."

"Huh?" I need more explanation. As predicted, with Kak Bagas, I will continue to gawk because I cannot reach his overloaded thinking power.

"Nih, the writing used Latin letters, continue to be white, aja. Minimalist, simple on my hands."

I followed all instructions without refuting. Let Kak Bagas express as he pleases in order to upload our first status with the concept he said. Mysteriously.

"Okay, sip!" He added a satisfied smile. "Kayak, so, first, aja. If we rush the publication of Arfan yesterday, people will definitely not believe it. Mending is relaxing, but sure."

My mouth was smiling with satisfaction. Not in vain I follow his orders, it turns out that Kak Bagas is an expert, yes, in making people curious. I know clearly the meaning he wants to convey. With this post, the children in my class must be curious to end up opening the name I pinned on the mysterious hand. In the end, they will see the name Bagas Raharja on the account, and BOM! The rumors will spread by themselves.

......***......

Arriving in class, I found Riska who was already cranky. He glared at me while shaking his waist. "Where are you from, anyway? He said he was going to the toilet, but I didn't check. I'm looking in the cafeteria there isn't. Back to class there was nothing. Could it, not his cell phone was made? You tell me or tell me, cake? Don't play, aja!"

"Kok, you're angry, anyway?" I got confused because Riska wasn't like this usually.

"You, no, don't go alone! I know again that many people are watching. At least take me, do it! So, if anyone's bothering me, I can help you."

My heart was full of hearing it. In these conditions there are still people who care about me sincerely apparently.

"It's dumb again!" A plastic bag of rice and fried chicken was stuck out in front of me.

"Eat down, aja!" take him and sit before me. We chose to sit under the board. Carrying the concept of lesehan, I began to open the rice package, put a piece of chicken thigh, then eat it slowly.

"You haven't eaten yet?" ask me between meals.

"Not yet." His head shook with pouting lips. "I'm calling you. Afraid of being bullied or passing out somewhere."

"What, anyway?" I chuckle. He watches too much soap opera. "Riss! They are brave, only brave in medsos, doang! Believe, deh!"

"No," she said quickly. "You don't know, though. Netizens here are crazy stupid."

My hands stopped bribing the rice because they were more interested in hearing the talk. "How do you mean?"

"Now, yes, I also heard this from the Frog."

"Snakes?" My forehead frowned. "Whose eggs?"

"Daughter."

I could not help but laugh. "Since when have you been with him?"

"Since your ex made a scene in the cafeteria. He seems to care, you know, just like you."

"Not believing, ah! People, right, now have two faces." I don't care about him. The daughter of one of the supporters of Arfan-Cecilia. At least, that was my impression of her when we first met. We're not too close yet, but he's been talking casually about Arfan teasing Cecilia.

"But what he said came true, right?" Riska was still heard defending him. "Try if that time the Princess did not say anything by the way. Surely now you drop really because most do not expect."

There's a point, too, anyway. Because my daughter became more sensitive and realized that Arfan was a little different.

"She's a repository of info, you know, Ra. All know."

"Oh, huh?" An idea came up in my mind. Incidentally, there was something I wanted to know about him. "Daughter, here, here!" call me spontaneously with waving hands. It just so happened that he entered the class.

"Why what?" Riska looked at me confused.

"You said he knew everything. Then he knows Bagas, dong?" I have to question this. Must.

"Emang why is it with Bagas, hey!" Riska already grabbed my hand with glaring eyes. I understand, anyway. Riska, right, had the same persimmon Kak Bagas when reprimanded in the canteen.

"Why?" The princess is approaching us.

"Sit down, man" I asked with a sweet smile so that he might be persuaded. "You know Bagas, right?" I started throwing bait.

"Chairman OSIS?" Princess ensures.

"Yes." Yeah." Riska nodded and half snapped.

"Yes, I know, I know."

Goody. Time to question something that made me curious. "What do you think he's like?"

"Huh? Why are you wondering?" Princess immediately sewot. "You want to move on from Brother Arfan by making Kak Bagas a runaway?"

"Woi, you fight, Ra!" My arm is back in Riska's grip.

"Some, uh," I said hard because it was already painful. "I'm just a prank."

"Don't lie, you!" show it in front of my face.

"Do you like Bagas?" I asked unconsciously. I wish I was worried, my heart is beating fast. Afraid to hear Riska's answer. What if the person I thought was my best friend suddenly declares himself to love my lover? I mean, we are fake girlfriends, but still, I won't be able to freely express the romance in front of Riska later.

"Not really, anyway. I'm just smitten because he's handsome. If it's about having, I'll think twice."

"Lho, why?" I wondered. How, there are, yes, people who think like this?

"He's too popular, and I'm a commoner. I imagine I'm dating him. That's his fan gonna hit me, what's it trying?"

"Well, here!" The Princess pointed at Riska's face. "Sister Bagas has a good image, but about love, he's a big zero."

......***......