Boyfriend Lies

Moto Pacaran ala Dara

First entering the class, we were treated to introductory materials. Meet with the homeroom teacher named Bu Wilas, asked to introduce himself to everyone, explained about the syllabus semester one that we will do for the next six months. We also selected a set of class administrators. Thanks to the cry of Riska who recommended me, be the one chosen as the vice-chairman of the disciples to accompany Yoga.

The first break bell rang after getting acquainted with the second teacher. He holds control over the subjects of Mathematics, Mr. Zuhara. Like most students, Riska and I ran to the cafeteria. It was already imagined before the eyes of the crowd that would block the way to the food stalls. When MOPD just messed it up to not have time to buy food, especially now. Three forces at once will queue to get a glut.

Justright. When we arrived at the location there were many children waiting in line at each store. We skimmed one by one to predict the fastest stores in terms of service. Twice back and forth the entrance to the exit, but we have not decided on the right food menu. As a result, we sat in the middle of the road.

“Ra, confused me if you've seen a lot of heads like gini.” Riska looks gently massaging her temples.

“According to my observation, the most cepet it fried-chicken the same beverage packaging, deh.” I was just giving input, rather than we kept quiet and ended up getting nothing.

“Hah!” Riska's snoring is so loud. “Sunday we've eaten it, you're not bosen, Ra?”

“From not eating, hayo?” I pointed at his face with a testing look. If there is indeed the best choice, why bother crammed in order to get satisfaction? My resolve spontaneously rounded. “Udah, ah! I want to eat fried-chicken, aja.”

My hand was suddenly held hard by Riska. “Apaan?” I looked at his confused face. His gaze was not on me, he was like catching a figure standing behind my body.

“Excuse me!” That heavy voice pulled me to turn my head. “There is an empty bench, you can sit there, for free, really! Please don't block the road, yes!”

Polite, but sounding annoying. Why, huh?

"Sorry, Brother!” Riska took a step back while pulling me to follow in her footsteps. The man smiled faintly and walked after his steps were unobstructed.

"Who is he, anyway?” I raised my voice a little. I often see him, but I don't remember his name.

"Tap, Ra!” jeremy Riska stuck. “Then forgot?”

“Lupa.” I scratched the itchy nape.

"Yes, geez, maximum handsome guy as soon as you forget. Basic account bucin Arfan.”

Just as Riska taunted me, Brother Arfan appeared in the doorway. He single-handedly stepped in with both hands stuffed into his pants pocket. I caught his head nodding with a friendly smile as he passed a man called the Chairman of OSIS by Riska. Ah, it really means. The information I just heard is accurate. Arfan can't possibly greet an unknown person.

"Kok, even dumb?” ask after arriving in front of us.

“So want to buy fried-chicken, but keep that person.” My index finger was pointing towards the wide back of the man.

“Bagas?” guess Arfan after looking over for a while.

“OsIS Chief, right, Brother?” I heard a loud voice from a friend beside me. Why suddenly Riska became this spirit, huh? The feeling he was lackluster because he saw the many heads lined up.

“Iya. Your leader if you later enter OSIS, Dol.” Brother Arfan ruffled my hair with a loving look.

"Eh, you want to go to OSIS, Ra?” Riska's arm suddenly covered my arm.

“He-em,” sahutku accompanied by a small nod.

"Ikutan, ah, mumpung no temen.”

“Bby, can.” I'd be happy to ask her to sign up with me later.

"You really want chicken stock?” Kak Arfan's question drew us back to focusing on the canteen situation.

"What's wrong, sister?” ask Riska confused.

“Yes, I'm afraid there are other foods you want to eat.”

"Aren't you willing to buy us?”

Spontaneously I nudged his arm. “Not,” my rebuttal fast. “Kak Arfan would like to offer to queue. Believe me, if my boyfriend queues up will be cepet.”

"Seriously?” Riska's eyes are sparkling. It's kind of like finding the light of life that's been looking for half a century. I answer it with a nod. The last two days of MOPD yesterday, the fried-chicken Kak Arfan ordered came sooner than I ordered. As a result I brought my girlfriend's property first to our table. Unfortunately, Riska didn't know that fact because I forgot to tell her.

“Oke, if so I want to pesen noodles shake the same guava juice.” Riska issued a piece of money of twenty thousand rupiah.

“If Dodol?”

“Samain, aja, kayak Riska.” Actually, I'm not too fond of noodles and meatballs, but because who will queue is Kak Arfan and see the store filled with many students. It's good, I didn't bother my girlfriend and ordered the same meal.

“Yakin?” her question was full of doubt knowing my favorite wasn't that.

"Sure, dear,” I answered steadily.

“Drink is also the same?” tanyanya.

“Es orange, aja.”

"Okay, brother take your order first. You guys find a bench, gih! Sit there, free, kok!”

For a while. Why is the language the same as that old brother, huh? Is this their slogan or what? Why is it so true?

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Riska didn't stop looking at me, her hands held up her chin. I don't know what's going on in this kid's mind. I who do not want to take a dizzy choose to follow the pace of my lover. He first walked through the line of shaken cow's leg noodles, disappeared for a few minutes, then came out while exhaling a sigh of relief. It was written clearly on his face, order one was a success!

His feet continued to step towards the second meal. Rice field. Tumben right did Arfan order that? Usually, right, he chooses curry or lotto. My gaze was forced to shift because Riska poked my arm.

“No,” I answered for sure and no need to think twice.

“Hah? Why?” His forehead crept in. “Don't answer first, Ra. Try to think well, huh! If I had a girlfriend like Kak Arfan, our lunch menu would be safe next.”

“Ris! Believe, deh! I've been flocking like my friends, but in fact Kak Arfan is only one in the world and it clearly belongs to Dara Dwiana.”

Riska immediately pursed her lips. “Nyesel, swear! I'm not gonna talk about this anymore. Even so eat liver.”

I laughed at the screams of his heart. Riska is exactly the same as Ingeu and Fuji who hope to find a girlfriend like Kak Arfan. But it is so. I've been trying to find, Arfan was trying to help by introducing his friends, but the results are the same. Niente.

It did not take long, from a distance saw Kak Arfan stepped up to us with a tray containing one bowl and one plate. My forehead is full of wonder. Shouldn't there be two bowls? Is my order not finished yet?

“As per order, yes, Mbak.” Logat Kak Arfan already resembles an online ojek that carries customer orders.

“Still, Brother.” Riska who answered first without seeing the contents of the tray my lover brought.

“Kok, rice padang?” I'm still confused.

“Kakak know, you pesen noodles shake because you don't want ngerepotin, right?”

“Eh, no pa-pa, brother! I'm seriously going to eat a whipped noodle today.” Does my acting look good? Come on, Brother Arfan mustn't realize my lie.

“Honey, we've been on the road for almost three years. I know you don't really like noodles and meatballs. You do not want rice paddies or yellow rice. So, eat this, yes!”

“Aaaaahhhhhh,” screams Riska splash herself. “Here someone sells tickets to move planets, no, yes? I can't take your oath in front of you!”

Brother Arfan did not respond to Riska's chatter and chose to return. “Kakak take a drink first.”

My hands become golden Riska. He pulled and piqued me all out. “What, anyway?” I held back the anger. He's too much, I swear!

“Ngiri-engiri-engiri line. Seriously, really! Why do you know, anyway?”

“Kan, one SMP.” The answer is certain.

“Not, it means why can be made?” Questions that make more sense.

“Then, he's OSIS too. My mentor in class. Initially, anyway, because often tukers are dreadlocks. Uh, the question after ospek was shot in front of everyone.”

“In front of everyone? Really?”

“Iya,” sahutku who still clearly remember the historic moment.

“Read from today, like the time of romantic shot really, yes?”

“Ember.” I smiled while chuckling. There's been hundreds of comments I've heard about those public shots.

“Honey, here's a drink!” Brother Arfan came suddenly and kept a tray of two glasses in haste.

“Where are you going?” ask me to rise up.

“Called builder, don't know what to do.”

“Kan, haven't eaten,” my spray that doesn't accept my lover's eating schedule is interrupted by others.

“Urgent, said.” Brother Arfan waddled the phone and looked back at the lit screen. “Kakak go first, yes!”

“Wait-wait,” hold me and hurry to take a spoon from its place. I brought a plate of rice to look in front of Kak Arfan to give him some treats. He who has understood it is quick to chew the bribes for the bribes I give.

“Still.” His mouth was filled with rice trying to speak.

“Wait!” I held back his arm and held out a glass of orange ice. “Surely this abis running around, right? Chew and telen first the real.” Brother Arfan nodded and complied. “It drink first.”

I made sure Brother Arfan went out of the canteen without being hindered by anything. My eyes just focused on catching Riska's face gaping the effect of seeing our other romance. “Why?” ask and sit back in the place.

“Honestly, I if I were Arfan would love very much to you.”

Hah, his words successfully made me big head. He seemed to say that I was worthy of being properly obtained and loved.

“Seriously! Your attention is max.” His thumb floated in front of my face.

“There's a reason, anyway.” My lips smile every time I remember the motto of living in dating.

“Aaan, all?” The new Riska pulled away from my face, her hand slowly picking up the spoon and fork from the storage box.

“As long as he does not take my hand off first, as much as possible I will love him the best. As much as possible I will take care and happyin him.”

“If the end result is not a match how?”

Maybe Riska will get a hard slap, if you ask a woman who is in love with her partner. However, I have prepared my heart and mind from far away. If at any time it happens to our relationship, then I can do nothing but sincerely. “Yes, I have accepted, aja. I have given him great memories. I won't be curious until I'm sorry at the end of the story.”

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