Boyfriend Lies

Spilled Bucket

"Bang!" I held back his steps with one hand. Lucky my body didn't fall on the bed. Struggle once, for the sake of getting an answer I stood straight in one hit. Dizziness that spread I ignored because I wanted to hold back Kak Bagas who tried to avoid the question.

"What, the hell, Dek?" the question seemed to hold back the annoyance.

"Why isn't it answered?"

"Yes, what's it doing?" He asked back and it just made me ride.

"Kok, what's it doing, anyway? Dara, right, has said that among us there is no mutual trust, teamwork will not exist." I reaffirmed that he may have forgotten.

"Yes, trust each other also does not mean you have to know everything, Dek. There will also be time for you to know for yourself." Bagas is still insistent not to tell.

"So, you want me to hear his name from someone else's lips?" My eyes are full.

"Yes ..jeez!" His face was squeezed hard with one hand. "Why do you want to know the name of your ex-brother? Adek, tuh, will not know him."

"Yes, at least you know Dara's name, cake, as a formality."

"What formality?" I asked with an ice-cold face. "False boyfriend, really, want to know the privacy of people. Is there anything like that? Please don't cross the contract line, Dek! Better be aware of the position of this relationship."

My body immediately pecked. Suddenly I ran out of words to deny or deny his words that sounded more spicy than the blasphemy of netizens. My breath held as hard as I could as both eyes began to heat up. I don't want my tears to break here. However, I have to hold the price because the position of this relationship is just a contract.

My hands have been shaking violently, not strong to bear the puddle of water that was about to spill, I ended up closing both eyes. Slowly, but surely, I say this sentence. "I'm sorry .. I've crossed the line." I swallowed for a while before continuing, "By saying goodbye, Brother!"

...***...

It doesn't stop me flipping through my phone. Turn it on, make sure no notifications appear, then press the button again so that the screen turns off as before. Act stupid. It was stupid because I expected to get a message from Bagas Raharja the Ngupil Tukang. I knew he wouldn't send a message, but I waited for him.

"Lhhhhh!" my scream while squeezing hair until it's not good. My feet were pounding the mattress so anxious with this situation. Mah has not been arrested, left to go home, did not ask me how I am now. Huh! As Baim said, Bagas is a fool!

My head went back to the pillow. I felt even more upset, if his words reverberated to fill my ear niche. "Why am I called stepping over the contract line, anyway?" my whine still can't say that. "I just want to know his ex's name. Time can't."

"Woi!" The screams from the person I most wanted to avoid were heard. Again he came when I wanted to be alone.

Losing my appetite for welcoming guests into the room, I let her sit in just any place. Without changing my face I listened to every word he said.

"Definitely another fight, right? Screaming you took a whimper to the next room, you know, no?"

"Bodo," I said honestly as it is.

"Why, anyway, is your life not quiet, Ra? Kemaren dumped Arfan, continues to be blasphemed by everyone, now dapet instead is still just messy. Why, anyway?" That question did not interest me at all to open up the topic of debate between me and Bagas this afternoon.

"Acuhin could, right? Really good ribet, huh!" My grumbling seems to make Sonia's sister angry. He doesn't bother me anymore. His steps must have been towards the open door of the room.

"God!" His shout this time managed to lure me to look over. "If you kangen, tuh, no prestige! Just gas! Chat, phone, not even screams like crazy!"

"Eh, sori, yes!" I screamed and got up. "There was, no, in his room a Dara kangen with Tukang Ngupil!"

"Oh, sure lo? I'm like a hot worm that still doesn't want to ngaku."

"Ah, it's there! Netizens know how I feel! Go there!" throw me a pillow at him.

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

Class was quiet and I was grateful to arrive early. Besides not wanting to see Bagas in the parking lot, I also do not want to be highlighted by everyone because I do not go with a partner. The week has separated the motor. Yes, the world of blasphemy immediately.

My hopes have not fully receded. The phone still saw me many times even though there was not a single notification from the person I was waiting for. My eyes until the black pockets of effect all night waiting for a message that never comes. My breath was heavy again. His days, Brother Bagas is not that easy to apologize to me. He must have waited for my apology first.

"Well, what am I wrong? He should be the one apologizing first!"

"Oh, so this is why I'm an anther!" Riska's voice rang out loud as it filled the room. He looked at me while holding an amused laugh. "Now, there's a bebeb!"

"What, anyway?" I refused the tote bag containing the package book collection. It's clear, it's been guessed that it was taken from Kak Bagas. He really had no intention to make up with me apparently, the package book just asked Riska for help to drive him.

"Don't pout that, dong!" Riska poked my cheek after sitting on her stool. "So Bagas wanted to come here, just called Bu Nurmala. So, drop it on me, man!"

A glimmer of hope seemed to greet my heart. Just hearing Bagas intend to come alone, has made me grateful this much. Crazy, yes, the effect! How can this be?

"Now, accept! Heavy know good," his nagging back handed the bag. This time, I accepted it with open arms. "Well, that's it, dong! Smile, don't you think it's pretty!" Riska poked my cheek once again.

"Ris, I go to the toilet first, yeah!" Suddenly my stomach felt unbearable heartburn.

"No, no." I brushed off his offer before running out of class.

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

The phone in the skirt pocket I took out. My thumb picked the datekeeper for the month I used to use. Ah, crap! I grimaced without a sound.

The sudden abdominal heat comes from the blood spots that contaminate ****** *****. My hands that originally squeezed the waist, turned into massaging the temple. How, anyways? Forgetting the date made me forget to bring the stock pads.

My breath was blowing heavily, while closing my eyes I tried to think hard. Who would be willing to lend while delivering the pads here?

Only one question had come up, but Riska's shadow instantly filled the eye-pleasers. Is correct. I snap a finger. There's Riska, I got her. Not wanting to delay any longer, I quickly sent him a message.

^^^For : Risk^^^

^^^Pinjem sanitary napkin, stuck in the toilet of the stairs

The message that had just been sent for two seconds was instantly read by him. Again I am grateful for a breath of relief. Fortunately, Riska is opening WhatsApp. Somehow my fate is, if he doesn't hold his cell phone.

From : Riska

Wait, I'm there

My body can lean behind the door. Risk is reliable. I'll have to treat him some cow leg shake noodles sometime to make up for all his affection for me. Sure oes. It's just as I should have done that.

For about ten minutes I waited, my ears finally heard the footsteps entering the toilet. Want to make sure that the person who came was Riska, I immediately attached the ear behind the door made of uPVC. My smile spontaneously expanded as the door was knocked three times from the outside.

"Who?" my question is just to make sure even though you can guess the person who came. My hand that was about to unlock the stifled door, there was no sound that answered my question just now.

The silence that lasted a few seconds provoked my curiosity. Armed with maximum courage, my hand shifted the key, then opened the door as wide as possible.

"Hi, Dara!"

Byurs!

I reflexively closed my eyes. The cold water soaked my hair down through the pores of my face. Before opening my eyes, I first remove the remnants of the water that poured out. What's the matter? Who're they? His faces are so foreign. Uniforms can be the same, but for the name, I don't know it.

"Lo, right, whose name is Dara?" ask the bucket holder.

"Yes, why?" Deep down, I was scared to death. But I can't show it in front of them. If they dare to water me with a bucket full of water, then they can also act more powerful than this.

"Lo who's pretentious?" ask the other girl.

My eyes glared. "Sok pretty how, anyway?" My feelings are always ordinary. Why do you say pretty?

"Don't, that's it, too, see her, Jablay!" The girl who was carrying the bucket pushed my head up a little.

Instead of running, I tightened my guts. The two hands that were kept beside the body were already fully clenched. I ignored the two trembling legs, then walked over to him. "Why? Lo scared? Just looked around, doang, already shriveled," I sneered not to back down.

"Gee!" This time, my shoulder was pushed by the other girl. "Don't expect you to date Ketos so you can pretend, yes!"

His explanation makes me understand. My lips put on a cynical smile. "Oh, so this is because of Bagas Raharja." I looked at their faces one by one. There is only one possibility here. They're my upperclassmen, fans who he says are bar-bars and ready to do anything.

"Gue ingetin, yes, same lo! Don't belittle! Bagas will never protect you from the ferocity of Bagas Lovers."

"An***, so be it!" I feel like this doesn't need to be done.

"Eh, what did you say just now?"

I grimaced restrainedly, the girl standing next to the bucket bearer had already dared to act more. He grabbed my hair until my head followed him up to resist his strong pull.

"By the way, ******! What the hell was that talking about?" his screams were quite deafening. I did not budge because of the focus on holding the scalp that began to feel sore. He shook my head loudly while saying again. "So again if you dare!"

"Gue's not afraid." I laugh to endure the pain of this jubilee. "Gue won't back down," I said angrily and continued to pull my hair. "You guys who think this even makes me more want to belong to Bagas!"

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Greetings from Assyafa Isti to loyal readers of the world of Dara and Bagas. I want to tell you a little bit about the information that was uploaded yesterday. So, yesterday I had the intention to move this stall to another platform, considering the difficulty for taking contracts with NT parties. However, that intention was void, Eperibadeh! My contract is very well processed. I'm canceling my retreat like Dara who keeps Bagas.

I also want to say thank you, for people who have been snusulin to DM Assyafa Isti because they want to know the clarity of this story. Honestly, it was the first time I was a newbie. Huhu dauharunya until the spirit to write again. Hope you guys feel at home here. Love & ''Love's a 'em