Boyfriend Lies

Brother's Sacrifice

The two girls who were running around me ran over because they heard the bell coming in. I who was left alone chose not to make any movement. Feet that were too limp caused my body to slump to the floor.

I catch my breath, dampening the body's trembling while looking up at the ceiling of the toilet. My head is leaning against the doorway. With my eyes closed, I felt the pain of the head of the hair effect of being grabbed by the bully. My breath is getting crowded, if I remember the incident earlier. This was the first time I had such a terrible fate.

My hand reached into the cell phone from the pocket of the skirt. My goal is now to ask the whereabouts of Riska who has not yet come. He's the only one who can take me to class. One call I called for him. Just wait a few moments until we connect.

"Ris, where is it?" I'm weak and hoarse.

"In Cooperative. I'm an abis dresser, Ra. So, cover up here first."

Ah, that's the reason.

"Please help me, Ris!" My head suddenly felt heavy. His dizziness spread until my back neck stiffened.

"Yes, I'll be there. Greetings to Bebeb, don't you?"

"Ris, help!" Unknowingly my tears are dripping. "Please!"

"Rho? You why? Yes, yes, here I am, yes! Wait!"

The connection was also cut. During this wait, my eyes did not stop shedding tears. My only hope today is one, Riska came to my aid and got me to class.

Five minutes of waiting, there was the sound of the footsteps of someone who was approaching. My feeling is that the figure who came must be Riska, my best friend. Justright. Riska did come, carrying a white plastic bag containing a pack of pads. He was stunned for a moment in the doorway before finally approaching with a thousand panics.

"Rb ...." Even my ears caught a great vibration from his voice. "You why? Jatohs? Why wet gini?" That series of questions sounded more like whimpers. Visible Riska's nose flushed with eyes that began to water. She crouched down near me, stroking my wet hair and face.

"Please, yes," I said softly. "I want to go back to class."

"Ra, mending to the UKS, yuk!" bring him. "Rest first there, while being examined by Bu Ani as well."

"My body is wet, Ris." Stupidly I, without being made clear, Riska's naked eyes could see her clearly.

"Yes, no pa-pa. I'll ask the princess, maybe she knows where to pinjem uniform." Riska got up first, stuffed a packet of pads into a skirt bag. He even took a moment to take a deep breath. After feeling ready, his hands stretched out to help me get up. "Yok, slow down!"

I said, holding the handle tight. Slowly I take both legs to support the body again. However, just as my feet with firefly feet filled the entire eye patch, making my vision blur and darken.

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The atmosphere becomes one color in the vision. Starting from the ceiling, curtains, to the blanket that covers me to the chest. All wrapped in one color, namely white. I remember the last thing that happened in the toilet. It is certain that I was unconscious when I wanted to rise with Riska's help.

Remembering that name, my eyes were wide. Right, Riska. Where is he? Just one kick, I woke up from a supine position. Looking left and right to find someone, but only the curtain I got.

My head looked at the nightstand. A glimmer of hope came because my phone was available there. At 11.05. Ah, maybe Riska left me here and went to class alone. Feeling better, I slowly unfolded the white blanket that covered.

For a moment I was stunned. I just realized my clothes had changed. No longer wear wet shirts and skirts. I sniffed the sports suit I was wearing. Not like the smell of new clothes. More like fragrance smell and lubricating laundry. Ah, maybe Riska managed to borrow a change of clothes for me.

I went down the barefoot ward. Open the white curtain, then observe around. There was no Ms. Ani, the officer who always guarded this room. I was really left alone.

"Away awake?"

Gosh darn. My body jerks. Next to the hand stored in front of the chest squeezed the sports shirt slowly. There's Bu Ani turned out. His doctor's suit is standing in the doorway.

"Still dizzy?" ask him again.

"It's a little bit quiet, Mom." I feel like I can move on without anyone else's help.

"Couldn't get here yet?" His hand waved, asking me to follow out of the room. "Maybe you'll catch a little wind."

I nodded, obeying his desire to walk out the UKS. Arriving at the doorway, he quickly grabbed my arm. He guided her until I could lean against the balcony wall.

A little confused, but I didn't understand his words. He moved his chin slowly, gesturing me to look down at the balcony. My gaze went down, observing the herd of students who were filling the basketball court.

Ah, so that's what I mean by seeing a boyfriend. From the balcony of the UKS, I was able to catch the face of the man who yesterday did not drive me home.

"Marahan, huh?"

That guess took my eyes off a Bagas Raharja dribbling. Suddenly I shook my head to cover up my relationship that was not okay. "We're fine, ma'am."

"Relatedly? Bagas felt guilty, you know, until the appetite this lunch. Well, the rames are still intact at the table." Is correct. There are two rice pincuk still neatly arranged on the table.

"She's been waiting for you, you know, just down while writhing you off the infusion."

"Oh, huh?" I can't believe it a little.

"That's it, isn't it, you wear Bagas' uniform."

I looked back at the sporting suit that was indeed a bit oversized.

"Mom saw him from here. Before basketball was punished first with Mr. Dian."

"Punished for not wearing a uniform?" I made sure and Bu Ani nodded.

"Yes, I think he said he forgot to bring a uniform. So, he was told to run around a 10-round basketball court."

That information is enough to break my heart. I didn't think she still cared about me, even though our relationship was deteriorating. Spontaneous my eyes dropped back down, observing the figure running on the basketball court. The run is not as agile as others who wear sports suits. Must be stuffy, definitely uncomfortable.

He who was unconscious was being noticed suddenly stopped beside the field. His body was bent with both hands kept at the knees. The blooming back gave me a hint that he was on the verge of exhaustion. Unexpectedly, he opened one by one the buttons of his shirt.

"Woi .. woi .. woi, sexy, woi!" shouted some of the schoolgirls who were watching her class basketball game.

"Don't open it here, Bagas!" the other shouted began to stir.

However, Bagas seemed to not care. He had finished taking the buttons off, and threw the shirt in any place. Luckily his body is still wrapped in a white shirt, looks a little laugh due to the sweat that has wet his back and chest.

Bagas again ran after the ball. My eyes unconsciously did not escape watching his movements. Kak Bagas charm when sweating sweat is not his toy. Deserve fan fan fanatics so barbaric earlier. Maybe because this is also the reason.

A few seconds running, Bagas finally managed to snatch the ball from the opposing team, dribbling it closer to the ring. Once on the ground in the circle line, prepare to shoot to the destination ring. However, as the ball shot up, his gaze covered towards me. He was stunned to make sure that what he got was really a Dara. Unexpectedly, a ball that was one step away from entering the ring was thrown in any direction.

"Gas, crazy?" his friends screamed because Bagas Kak retreated from the field and ran until he was not seen again. The ball also rolled on the field was stared at by a flock of people who were astonished by the action of Kak Bagas who changed suddenly.

"Become!"

The shout pulled my head to turn to the source of the voice. My mouth was wide open, as was the face of Bu Ani who was frowning in wonder. The suspect who made a scene of a herd of children down there, already stands in the same hallway as me. Her chest flowers accompanied by sweat that splashed around the temple.

He again ran over and caught both of my shoulders to stand face to face. "Dad!" His call was choked because of an unreasonable breath.

I know his thoughts are calming. "Both well, aja."

A grateful breath from him. His eyes until closed so tight chest tight the effect of running up the child towards the front of the room. "Sir," called him again with his head down. I waited, looking at him worriedly, because Kak Bagas' chest did not stop the fireworks.

After a few minutes of waiting, his breathing improved. He who managed to ignore the match, stood up straight and looked at me deeply. I'm stupid because at a time like this I still wish for more. Hoping he cupped my cheek while asking me back. However, instead of granting my heart hope, he said the thing that made me gape.

"Dec, lager brother. Eat, yuk!"

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