Boyfriend Lies

BC 6 | Home Night Jurit

A team that doesn't play. The impact of begging to kneel makes Shafira safe from mud puddles. As a result, only the four of us plunged to unlimited time. The face, wrapped in clothes, did not escape from the dirt of the slippery soil. We took our shoes off because we didn't want to slip together. There must be something we take care of. Still have to carry Shafira in the dependents in order to get to the school camp area together.

As far as the foot goes, I don't stop changing my breath. Want to give up it feels, but embarrassed because other team members also help. The Princess and Riska helped prop up Shafira's butt so that my back wouldn't mind too much. There was also Eren who walked in front while pinching my shoes and highlighting the road with a flashlight.

Like a glimmer of hope, there were quick steps from several people in the opposite direction. Haven't seen the figure coming, but my heart is already convinced that those on this path belong to the team of reinforcements.

Justright. The belief in the heart cannot be denied. Our steps stopped as soon as we passed Mr. Abigail, Bagas, Cecilia, and the medical team. I feel like I want to scream loudly. Putting our struggle to get to this point is not an easy thing.

"That's, sir, the emergency patient." The Cecilia we were waiting for as an orang-in-faith had already appointed Shafira.

Brother Bagas who was originally silent because he sat with me hurriedly regained consciousness. He stepped closer, then took Shafira behind my back. The medical team was also no less helpful, they put Shafira to bed on a stretcher, then rushed to take first aid.

"Sori, lama. I followed the medical team and Mr. Abigail to the committee tent" said Cecilia with a red face. Her sweat-soaked sweat made my gaze towards her soften. He didn't run apparently.

"It's just Shafira, isn't it? You guys ain't no one uprooted, are you?" Mr. Abigail tried to make sure by staring one by one faces covered in thick mud.

"All is safe, sir. Just Shafira." Report to him with full confidence.

Mr. Abigail embraced us one by one. Take a walk side by side along the remains of a night jurit trip. Only me and Bagas were still silent on the spot. Still staring at each other in a facing position. Without exchanging words. I seemed to be able to guess his gratitude for my awakened salvation. Then, a second later his hand stretched out.

"I'm dirty, brother," I refused, not wanting to fall into my arms. Honestly, the treatment could easily destroy the steel mental fort that had been bandaged. Stared at just like that I already feel sad, especially plus a hug. Guess it must have been immediately overblown.

Not wanting to get a rejection, Bagas even pulled my arm covered in mud. The harshness of the pull inevitably made my body go into his arms.

"Thank you for trying to be the greatest."

Huh, what I said. Mental steel that was there immediately fell to leave endless sobs. I returned the embrace of Bagas. Feeling unexpected with a handful of events that have just experienced team three. We are bringing in a dying patient. Honestly, during the trip I felt like I had lost hope. My deepest heart has gone. I'm afraid Shafira's gone because of my failure to bring her to the first aid center.

"I'm sorry that you failed as chairman. Should've, brother pounded the medical team everywhere."

Finding him who blames himself, my heart even more slashed. Isn't this unexpected? He had been trying to prepare for a safe and pleasant journey. Let's just say tonight everyone's getting hit.

The decapitation that took less than five minutes was slowly released. Bagas took the time to wipe my face full of mud using a handkerchief. His palms cupped my cheeks full of warmth. He closed his eyes until a split-centimeter was left.

"Is there a wound?" ask at the same distance. I shook my head, still trying to find the remains of the voice amidst the previous sobs.

"Is anyone sick?" ask again and still get the gel as a form of answer. Kak Bagas' breath was full of gratitude. He was closed for a while like he was driving the fog out of the eye patch.

"Sister," called me who could only find the remains of the voice.

"Hm? Wh why? Say the same brother." Highlight his gaze turning alert.

"I was so scared ...." My fingers pointed towards the back. Know too late, but the heart wants to keep complaining to the lover of the heart.

Head nodded. "Sirties know. You're terrific. You always overstepped sister's expectations." He rubbed my face again with tenderness. "Now we're following the others, yuk! You need to clean up first, let it rest comfortably."

"Yes," I said briefly while distancing my face from this close distance.

Bagas said nothing. He just turned around, then squatted down in front of my feet. "Good, sweetie."

"Sir ...." I'm squealing. "For God's sake, my clothes are so dirty." Pity it if this sticky mud must be attached to his clothes as well.

"Sort, dear," commanded Bagas as he patted his back.

Full of reluctance, I obey the wishes of the Chairman. Do not forget to position yourself in the back of the body comfortably. Quite a jolt, Kak Bagas moved from a squatting position while carrying me in a sling. We started down the path again. Without a flashlight or other lighting source.

"You are so light," he murmured either as a compliment or a mockery.

"Dark, you know, Brother." So afraid Bagas tripped until we fell.

"So I can't see, really. You calm down, yeah. It'll be safe until the tent" he promised.

"Sister doesn't care. It's dirty to take a shower, honey," she said confidently.

Hah, I don't feel shy anymore. More ventured, I kept my chin next to his shoulder. Leaning the body completely to Bagas. Surprisingly, these little cares even had a calming effect on me.

"Sister" called me on purpose. Not just a quiet situation. It's dark, it's quiet, right, so it's horrifying, yeah.

"Why?"

"Team one didn't go in the puddle?" I just remembered that the mentor must also be filled with mud just like the team members he held.

"No."

"Kok, can?" my spray. Are they cheating? Why didn't the OSIS chairman enter the puddle?

"The question is easy." He even chuckles.

"What question is it?" I became curious. Just be careful if the question is different from my absurd question.

"See the best OSIS secretary SMK Pharmaceutical Nation."

My forehead frowned. Exist any? Why don't their questions all make sense, anyway?

"Do you know the answer?"

"Know." He nodded steadily. "Mrs Fatma's name."

Miss Fatma? Why am I no stranger to that name?

"He's our school's lab staff, remember?" Brother Bagas reminded me, but my memory did not go that far. I came to see because I did not see the face of Ms. Fatma.

"Bu Fatma, our school alumni, had entered OSIS as well, and became the best secretary."

"Ah .. I just found out there's an award for the best OSIS staff." I responded to Bagas' explanation.

"Actually, if the school's award, no. There are only awards from members of OSIS, aja. We appreciate him who has a smart mind when SMK. So smart, he had to type the proposal with the format that fits in the eyes of the Headmaster."

"Oh, huh?" It is best to be the best secretary.

"Yes, Fatma's proposal was the best of the previous three generations. You know, right, that's the show's financial caretaker proposal?" Finding me nodding, Bagas went back to telling stories. "Well, ever since Ms. Fatma made the proposal, the money for the OSIS events has always been at the school principal acc. Whatever the number is in acc. Headmaster to make the proposal bu Fatma as an example of the best permission application. So, until this moment we use the same format to ask for funds and acc events."

"Oh, so that's why." Yeah, already. It is best to be the best secretary.

"If your group questions what, Deck?"

Hah, my heart was burning again remembering that crazy question.

"The name of the fifth-generation OSIS chairman. You know, don't you?" I pointed at Sis Bagas annoyed. He must not know the name of the chairman. I'm certain. The question is just weird.

"Sir Abigail."

"Well?!"

My screams to make Kak Bagas step stop. Maybe because his ears were suddenly ringing.

"The head of fifth-generation OSIS is Mr. Abigail, honey. Our OSIS builder now."

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