Boyfriend Lies

Deal

The morning before the bell rang, we took the time to discuss the plan I got last night. Based on the mat, we sat behind the cooperative window that rolled the door that Kak Bagas lock from the inside.

Maybe it's been fifteen minutes we've been talking about this. The faces of Kak Bagas and Kak Vishnu looked seriously at the floor plan listed in the paper.

"The position, really, is. This is the Journalists' Club room." Such was the observation of Vishnu.

"But if we go there now, nothing will happen" said Kak Bagas who began to withdraw from the paper.

"Yes, it must be locked and who holds the key of the chief journalist," said Kak Vishnu.

I who do not know about the room in this school can only be confused. Listen well while occasionally going back and forth to look at the faces of the two.

"Whose one, anyway?" ask Wisnu.

Silent. Bagas was silent as if it took him a long time to give his friend an answer, even though calling a name is very easy.

"Woi?" his insistence because he did not want his curiosity to stick deeper.

Instead of answering, Bagas looked at me deeply. His hand slowly raised, pushed until his index finger pointed at my face. "Dara's daughter."

"Huh?" screeches from Vishnu who preceded me. "Not Isabel?"

"No. Isabel, right, third grade. Yeah, it must be lengser, lah! Well, instead of Arfan," said Bagas.

...***...

Now I get it. It was only fitting that the Journalist Club uploaded photos of Arfan and Cecilia, using clarifying videos of all things. Turns out, uh, turns out. The goal is to wash your face to be successfully considered the chairman. Not playing! I was made into a collision so that his image remains awake. Crazy one! He had really changed drastically now!

As the beloved shoots also arrived. I who was busy grumbling in the heart, even met God with the person concerned. Ah, come! I never expected to meet or cross paths with that damn person.

My feet pulled over, as well as him who even followed the sculpting. Her face contrasted with the shock of the coincidental effect of meeting me. As a result, for a few seconds, we just sat without greeting or throwing a smile.

Wanting to avoid unwanted gossip, I chose to take another step. After all, going through it is not a difficult and impossible thing for me to do.

However, apparently passing through the body of the damn man, was not as easy as I thought. He held back my steps with one hand.

"By!" it sounds the same. Heavy, warm, and soothing.

Holy hooch! The virgin! Conscious ... aware! He deserves to be cursed, not given a heart or even admired. He really doesn't deserve to be given all that facilities.

"What?" tanyaku while pushing hard the grip of the hand.

"No." His head was shuffling indistinctly. He gave a smile and then said, "You still survive the same Bagas it turns out."

"Well, why?" I began to rent when the tone of his speech was ordinary. Why would he ask that? Is it possible that Chairman BagasLovers is him?

"Yes, I don't think you can actually forget your sister!"

Please, deh! Oi .... Thought she was great, huh, until I couldn't forget her?

"Don't be the same Bagas, Deh, Ra!"

The words sounded back. He's said that before, right? Why is he so strong, anyway? Afraid of competing what, how? Or maybe she's a pest!

"Sister!" I was suddenly courteous and meek, but in his heart his prayers asked for mercy to call this jerk brother.

"Sister is now Chairman of the Journalist Club?" ask me to get straight to the point.

"Hem, do you know where you're from?"

"I can enter the room, can't I?" Unfortunately, I was not interested in answering his question. I'd rather know about the lock of that room.

"You what? Want to be Jurmad's son?" His eyes suddenly sparkled.

"No," I said confidently. It's so bad to follow that. I can meet him every time. Enough at OSIS, I met him, at another place or club. I don't want to add liver disease.

"Why do you want to go into his room?" Arfan looked disappointed and confused.

"You look, doang!" answer hence. "Non-member does not allow lyrics, is that it?"

"You're weird, Ra," he commented. "You were not interested in other people's land. Why now would you want to enter the realm of people?"

Uh, what, he's a sewot?

"Yes, if you can't stay by the way. Dara also will not maksa!" I snapped who immediately took a step forward.

"Now, brother, give me the key!"

My steps are stuck again. Maybe he said something that interests me until I was willing to turn back.

My eyes then sparkled, finding the thing that I, Kak Bagas, and Kak Vishnu wanted. The silver key with the club logo hanger was extended to me.

"Sir-love you permission to enter the room, but on one condition!" He was so stressed.

"What's the condition?" My chin is three inches forward. Giving her the expression that I was ready to accept the challenge from her anytime and anywhere.

"Done the same Bagas!"

"Huh?" I couldn't help but scream. What kind of condition is that?

"Sir-love this key if you break up together Bagas." He repeated the command as if I had failed in listening to it.

"Why is the condition like that, anyway?" My eyes narrowed so much I did not understand the way he thought.

"He doesn't pantes for you, Dara!"

"Yes, who's doing Dara?" I was filled with strong emotions.

"I'm the only one who pantes for you. Only I can have your heart!"

"CRAZY BASICS!" my spray is getting bolder.

"Yes, whatever! You want to stop, the key?" The thing that I wanted so much to get, swayed slowly.

"OKAY. Just broke up, right?" ask me which she agreed with a nod. "But give me one week." I'm sure Bagas won't be upset if I give up a week before the contract is over.

"But, ah!" he began to pull the key.

"OK, okay. Five days!" My hand poked the entire right finger in front of him.

"Three days!" it's what makes me a total dilemma.

I'm speechless. Start thinking hard until you find a good decision. This is for my life too, my relationship with Bagas can be discussed later.

"OKAY. Three days."

"Promise?" He threw serious eyes.

"Yes, promise!" I said definitely.

...***...

"Are you sure it's jurmad's key?" Wisnu did not even believe that I had obtained it.

"Yes," I answered again clarifying the story I had told.

Just like this morning, we gathered here after the break bell sounded. Talk about the same thing in the same place.

I don't know when this activity will end. I was a little tired and fed up, that prejudice was constantly present in my head while staring or passing by everyone in the class. My life feels unsettled. I'm all in trouble today too.

"Why do you have the key, Dek?" Bagas asked so firmly, even his hand was now holding me firmly.

"Pinjem, go!" I said potluck.

"From Arfan?" ask again even though he already knows the answer. I fell silent, gesturing him that the guess was correct. "Why didn't the coordination used to be the same brother? Brother can also pinch her with him."

"Yes, same thing, Bang. The point is both pinjem, right? It makes no difference."

Why is he so sewed, anyway? If our goal is achieved quickly isn't it a good move?

"Yes, different, Dara!" it was the first time when we pressed the contract. "If you are the pinjem, it must be different for Arfan. His name is former, if the decetan must be the ends of the reverse!"

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