Boyfriend Lies

BC 5 | Role of Chairman

The sand docks we managed to pass through well because Cecilia deigned to believe the answer thought by me. He suddenly complied and was not selfish anymore so that the group of three managed to get to the field without getting dirty.

Now we walk down the street. Passing through a variety of large trees without caring for the body that shivers because it is hit by the forest night wind. Sometimes I look at the members who are walking in the back. They tried hard, walking while hugging the chest with both hands. Ah, looking at that scene it feels like I want to get to the tent immediately, make a warm tea or even a campfire with them. Surprisingly, this kind of situation no longer made me look at the position of friend or foe. Suddenly all flat, the same fellow-struggle and worthy to appreciate his persistence.

The list of plans that flashed in my mind evaporated as Shafira pulled next to my arm. Of course, that stopped our steps. The whole head turned his head, watching him who suddenly bowed while his hands squeezed the clothes in front.

"Why?" ask me carefully because I can not distinguish him who is really sick or he who is acting sick.

"Dada ... I .. crowded," he replied weakly.

We look at each other. A little confused by this change of condition. Where far away everywhere anyway. Especially since we haven't finished the final challenge, mud puddles.

"Street the way, don't you?" This time Cecilia showed her role as the senior of group three. To me, he patted Shafira's back gently.

"You got asthma, huh, Fir?" The question seemed to answer our confusion because of Shafira's sudden changed behavior.

I quickly took a squatting position, equalizing our heads. "Do you have asthma?" I repeated Eren's question. Afraid his guesses missed.

As if giving an answer, Shafira's head nodded quickly. Of course I reacted like that. Without permission scrambled every bag wrapped in his body. Unfortunately, I didn't find anything that an asthmatic used in his pants and jacket pocket.

"Ga-no ... there is ...," he said again in stammering. He brushed off my hand which kept trying to search the contents of his pocket.

"When don't you have an inhaler?" I shouted from the panic that was whipping.

Shafira did not reply, her back getting up and down. As much as he could, he pointed towards the path we had just passed.

"The inhaler fell?" Cecilia tried to guess Shafira's direction and nodded her head. "Where's the fall? Remember, didn't?"

"Yes, how do you remember," my spray suddenly upset. What kind of question is that try? If he knew and remembered his inhaler falling, maybe Shafira had picked it up while we were walking.

"Gue, right, it's to Shafira." Cecilia's index finger pushed my head.

Not accepting being treated like a fool, I rushed to straighten up to stand face to face with him. "Yes, if it's logical, too. If he remembers, it must have been the princess of that direction."

"Yes, what is your decision now?" Cecilia even snapped back. "Lo is the chief. There's a member who's this bad, you should be able to pick up a quick move."

I immediately threw away my face. Switch focus towards Eren, Riska, and Princess. Huh, jesus! Actually, I'm prestige, but I can't hold the ego because there are other people's lives at stake.

"okay." I took a moment to gulp down before going back to say, "Riska, Princess, may I ask you a favor?" They immediately sped up and put the body upright.

"Shafir's inhaler, right?" guess Riska's on target.

"Please, yes, go back down that road." I'm trying to lower the prestige down to the ankle.

"OK, Dara. I'm the same princess will be looking for Shafira's inhaler. Where are the search limits?" tanyanya seriously.

"I want you to search until you get it. If you need to get to the first post, but if it reaches the second post the goods do not meet as well, please turn around, just. I, Eren, the same Shafira will wait here."

Unexpectedly, they agreed. Not much to interrupt, let alone evade. Riska and the Princess hurried away, turning back the steps accompanied by the two flashlights we brought.

"Your decision is wrong" commented the person who had been silent.

"Well, what's the truth?" My daughter is upset she constantly feels right.

"Yes, you think, aja! Two flashlights carried them. We're in the dark here. There's a Dara patient. There are patients." Appoint Cecilia to Shafira who is now sitting languidly on the cold ground.

"It's easy to find a mini in a dark place, what?" my snapping. "Nih, yes, rather than lo mute comments mending help group three."

"What help?" he shouted while shaking his waist.

"Lo committee, definitely bring HP. Can you call your friends? Tell the health team that we have emergency patients here!"

Cecilia's tongue clucked, but her hand kept my command. He immediately looked at the phone, tapping the screen while occasionally floating the tiny object into the air. Apes again. Can be guessed from his actions. We have no hope. The phone must have no signal.

"The jungle is hard on the signal," he lamented. "The other team wears a walkie talkie."

The brilliant idea came up. "That means the last post has someone holding a walkie talkie?" many quick.

"Yes, they must be loved by Arfan."

"OKAY. Can you, right, you go first?" I'd like to send Cecilia to post three first.

"Lo's crazy? Dark, Dara! I can't see the road." He did not lose screaming.

"Lo bring HP, Cecil!" my snapping could no longer withstand the emotional turmoil. "Lo live in flashlight mode, run quickly to post three. Ask your friends for help!"

Mum. Finally, he stopped yelling at me. Seconds later, Cecilia walked full of a sense of compulsion. He turned on the flashlight from behind the phone and left us here.

"You're following the PMR exkul, aren't you?" Suddenly the brightness of that memory appeared when I saw Eren.

"Yes, the position is correct, kok, Ra." He gently rubbed Shafira's back. Move up and down, then give him a cue. "Pull your breath slowly. Get out too slowly, yeah." The direction he followed correctly. I who witnessed Eren's struggle to reduce the ngik-ngik sound in Shafira's breath so a little relieved. Some are reliable, I'm not alone.

I heard the sound of running from the path we had been through. I quickly got up, welcoming the arrival of Riska and Princess with a hopeful look. "Where?" todongku without giving them a pause to take a breath.

"I'm the same Princess for duty. In the first and second posts there were no Shafira inhalers. I think it fell right into the first hole, deh." That conclusion I got from Riska because she first set her breath until normal.

My eyes closed. Like this, what should I do? I switched directions, looking at the path we were about to take. There was not a single sign of Cecilia coming with reinforcements.

"Ra, hell!" eren said suddenly straining the atmosphere.

"What's? Why?" ask me quickly while approaching the patient and the nurse. "Why?"

"He can't breathe on his own. You need an inhaler."

My breath is heavy. Suddenly the head felt dizzy. Really, this case drains the mind and brain to work at one time.

"OK, a minute ...." I closed my eyes. Lower your breath until your head feels more relaxed. Alright. I don't want to have to do this.

"Geng, listen carefully," I said as I felt steady with this super lightning plan. They looked at me seriously. "I have a plan. We can't wait for Cecilia much longer. Don't want to, we have to go there, together."

"How's shafira?" ask Princess. His gaze shifted to look at the person concerned. He could no longer breathe normally. There was a ngik-ngik sound, even though Eren had taught me how to breath while just now.

"He's still carrying it." I've already decided. "Daughter, you go first. Bring a flashlight and light the way. Shafira I'm the big one and it's both of you." Not to forget I pointed at Eren and Riska alternately. "Please help Shafira's body from behind."

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Finally, arrive at post three after a long struggle. Not only me, the two colleagues who helped her breath also went up and down. I didn't find Cecilia's nose first to ask for reinforcements. Goddamnit! Quick old. Was he really planning to run?

"That's why?" ask the postman three after seeing us at close range. The man's hand was already holding a piece of paper containing a question for us to answer.

"Sick, Brother," replied the Princess representing us who was breathing.

"illness?" He even frowned. "Right pain or just a prank?"

"Yes, the sick times were brought playfully," Eren's whistle interrupted by the chest fireworks.

"What pain is he? Can you stand up?"

"If he could stand up, he couldn't be carried like this, Brother." Eren's voice grew louder and stifling.

"Well, it's normal, dong. I am, right, all right. Why doesn't your team have a mentor? Escape what, how?"

"That's exactly what confused us. We have been waiting for him since. The road is this way for reinforcements, but why didn't the health team show up?" Thankful that the Princess asked me what I wanted to ask.

"Well, where's he looking for his reinforcements? I'm the same Anne stayed here. No one, no, a mentor asked for reinforcements. You guys don't make it up. I wouldn't love you to believe it if it wasn't his own mentor who told me." The man even grumbled.

I don't want to talk. Can only listen to the fight of the children of group three because they do not want to waste energy. Fear of falling because they open their mouths too much.

"So, what's this, brother? Our friend got lightening, didn't he? I can't stand up straight." Riska wants to finish this last post soon.

"Sorry, yeah. Before your mentors tell us, we won't believe that the person behind there is sick." The voice of the woman she said named Anne broke our silence and disbelief.

Why try lying? Repot a friend's sling until sweat falls everywhere. No work at all.

"You won't give us any relief. If you want to hurry up to the health team, you have to pass through the mud puddle first." The index point is already pointing towards the last hole we have to face.

"Child today his acting likes not kelulungan, yes. Very urgent to rest and escape responsibility," scorned the male committee.

"Crazy, aja. We have to go through this trap, but Shafira, right, is really sick," Riska whine that was caught clearly by me.

"Udah. We answer, yes, the question. They don't have a conscience like that" I sneered softly.

"Where is the question, brother!" Tagged Eren for hearing my taunts.

"Well, so, dong. You have to answer any questions whatever the conditions. If anyone is sick or sick, you must answer and go through this trap to get to the health post."

"Quick, Brother. Where's question!" urge Riska because she does not want to hear the pleasantries of the female committee.

"OKAY. Questions to get through the mud. What is the name of the chairman of OSIS fifth-generation SMK school Pharmacy Nation."

Wearing that again. Yeah, how do we know try. We are the 27th. That's the distance to the fifth army. Yes, kali can memorize his name. Meeting just never seems to. Indeed they deliberately give statements that do not make sense. Intentionally wanting to push our distress into the mud puddle.

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