Boyfriend Lies

BC 1 | Camping Group

Because on the site over time, mending we continue on this site, but yes.

1 | Camping Group

This morning I was taken by Papa. Drive the car to school because Kak Bagas already got there first. Of course because he is the organizing committee, it is mandatory to come earlier than the participants to prepare this and that before the event starts.

The mountain backpack I borrowed from Sonia's sister, Papa carried to the security guard post. Intentions wanted to ask for his help to bring the bag to class, but I failed to do it because senior brother was standing with his waist in front of the gate.

I know, I know. They're like that because we can't be taken by parents, right? We are also required to be independent and carry a backpack as big as gabon itself, right? I-i understand. Without being glared, I understand.

"Son, ask Bagas to try." Papa whispered, ignoring Esa and Kak Yuan who were glaring at me earlier.

"Why did my parents cut them?" I whispered while hissing. Already know the position of his son is at the end of the horn. Still making jokes like this.

"Well, your girlfriend's the chairman. You don't get special treatment."

Unmitigated, I immediately pinched Papa's arm. "Eleven heavens, aja, can not ngandelin dalem, let alone ginian."

"Handering. Yeah, had. You careful. Take care of the body, keep the condition, just keep the heart."

"If the heart does not need to be asked again, Pa. It was Bagas's key, it was."

Papa ruffled my hair while shaking his head looking at his son who was too enslaved in love by Kak Bagas. After giving me a hug, he quickly walked out the school gate.

"Next time, don't kiss! Chick-about ketos, dare to take a step among the bokap," taunted Kak Esa while looking at me sharply.

I stared around, making sure it wasn't just me that was being ushered in by Papa. Evidently, really, everyone here is also escorted by their parents. His backpack was also placed on the porch of the security guard post by his parents. Where did my mistake try?

Not wanting to prolong the problem, I tried as hard as possible to ignore the words of Kak Esa. Walk while carrying a fat bag on your back. Sometimes I pause, pause for a few moments to neutralize the distressed breath. Just walking a few steps, this heavy burden felt pierced into the bone. Hah, it seems like I have to tighten up the sports activities so that the muscles of the body can lift weights easily.

"Eagerly, Honey!"

Screeches from the side of the body then makes me turn my head. I don't know when he was there. Ah, just looking at it I've been wanting to complain and throw this backpack at him.

"Can't help. You can't choose love."

Yeah, without even explaining it, I already knew about it. Where might I interfere in his affairs as Chairman of OSIS which is in great demand by many people. Being given a word of spirit already feels special and makes me happy not to be upset.

"Sister," call slowly.

"Hem?"

"Why is there so much luggage, anyway? Kan, just semalem," I complained.

"Semalem too, right, will be made special. Yuk, walk again! Look at me from behind."

I nodded obediently, returning to step foot towards the center point of the LDKS participant association, the ceremonial field. Brother Bagas really accompanied me on my walk. As much as possible he slowed down, so that I could keep going first. Hah, a small action just like that has made me cringe, how about a big action try?

I was standing in the middle of the line. Already put down the backpack, then keep it next to the body. A few minutes waiting for the line to be fulfilled. A familiar person from sight walks toward the center of the sound, picks up the microphone, and then presses it until the button is declared ON.

"Test ... test ... one .. two ... one ... two ...."

The words immediately caught the attention of the audience. A handful of people who play hape quickly put the tiny object into their pocket. Arfan as the host of this morning then voiced again.

"Good morning" he said, which did not escape the reply of good morning. "Are you ready for today's show?"

"Udah!" answer us in unison.

Lah, I just realized that he is suitable to be a journalist's child. He was no stranger to carrying a microphone because he was used to using it during his time in blue white school. It was only right then that he told me to join the same club.

"Before leaving, I want you to become five groups. This team will go everywhere. From the beginning of the car ride to the tent, you will stay with them. Understand, yeah?"

This was also explained by Bagas when he exchanged news with me via WhatsApp. Not too surprised, just a little scared. Who will join my group?

Groups one and two have been read out by Arfan. They were asked to form a new line because they were looking forward to one car and one tent. Arriving at the third turn, my name called steady.

"Group three, the chairman Dara. The team that joined in group three was Riska, Princess, Shafira, and Eren."

Success my eyes wide. It's I didn't hear wrong, did I? Why am I in a group with them? Okay if Eren, I can accept and be close to the alumni of the squat camp, but why should there be Riska, Shafira, and Putri?

"Come, group three make a new line next to group two." Arfan said while throwing a slanted smile at me. No mistake, it must have been planned.

Just now my feet stepped up to make a line, but were restrained because the scene in front suddenly became the center of attention. Bagas came to Arfan, grabbed the microphone and a sheet from his hand. His eyes glared at that subordinate.

"I don't think you can be professional, mending lo diem in the room!" Bagas said with emphasis.

"Lo not ashamed? It is not worthy of a chief to improvise his subordinates who are again at work." Arfan followed puffing chest.

"Gue's more shy about not being professional when it comes to work!"

Without them realizing it, the words they spoke were clearly digested because the microphone was still in light mode.

"Heh .. heh .. heh! Why are you guys at a kayak gini fight?" Mr. Abigail who heard the commotion between them quickly ran to break up.

"What's this?" ask him after being present in their midst.

"He's not a professional, sir!" Point Kak Bagas to the face of the person concerned.

"What is less professional, sir? It's clearly written like that." Arfan grabbed the paper that was in the grasp of Kak Bagas. Demonstrate confidently towards their builder.

"Tuh, Sir. Dara's the leader of group three and these are her children."

I looked at each other's faces. Why didn't Bagas tell you about this? Why did he just say that we were going to be divided into groups? Why not talk about Princess and Riska?

"Obviously he's lying, sir. I was writhing the name-matching event yesterday and Dara was in group three, but they weren't her kids." Bagas was firm on his argument.

"Where did you get this?" Mr. Abigail seemed to trust the evidence in plain sight rather than the speech of the head of his own organization.

"From Cecilia. He's a secretary, sir. It's a lie." Arfan said while looking intently at his opponent.

"Yes, already. Follow the group written in the paper."

The outcome of the brief debate in front of me was indeed disappointing. Brother Bagas who was also disappointed, immediately relaxed the defense, exhaling loudly after the builder passed from before everyone.

"Gue will make the same calculation of your girl!" toilet Kak Bagas with hardened jaws.

"So, now you get it, right? People who can't be professionals are you! Not me."

Bagas's tongue clucked. With her face flushed red, she walked towards me. He looked at me with worry. His hands tipped to take over my backpack rope, while the other hand grasped my arm tightly.

"I'm sorry that you can't fight for your right to stay away from them, but Dara is calm, yes! Brother will protect you from them."

That whisper made my heart calm and relieved. At least I'm not alone here. There are still people who will watch over me from the jailers in my group.

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