Boyfriend Lies

BC 7 | Apology

The atmosphere was pleasant between us. The team that was originally created because of compulsion also ended up being a team filled with acceptance desires. I no longer looked at Riska and the Princess with sharp eyes. Just remember that last night they also contributed in bringing Shafira until the medical team picked up mid-way.

Four people were in the tent. We were busy getting our clothes and equipment ready because daylight was allowed to go home. Shafira hasn't joined since last night. He was escorted home by the medical team and the school because the condition did not improve.

My work was done early. After putting on the shoes, I told them. "I wash the bottle first, yeah."

Do not invite anyone because it intends to stand alone in line in the public toilet. It's been a famous long queue, so I don't want to involve a friend just to wash a bottle of drink.

A stain suddenly felt from behind the body. My head looked at me for a moment. There was Cecilia there, staring with unnatural eyes. Yeah, he's unnatural. Usually, right, he likes to stare in disgust. Now that it was different, his gaze now looked more relaxed.

"Why?" my question is to be careful because after all he can't possibly like me that fast.

"You're talking, you know, you're the same," he answered, glancing in any direction.

"It's so important?" Just a little making sure.

"Hm .. That's it, deh," he said sounding floating.

"Yes, I'm talking here, aja." Not willing to lose slot queue. There are five more people to wait for. If you go chat now, the slot to my toilet will be taken.

"okay."

He was silent for a moment until a helping hand floated before me. A little confused, but I tried to refrain from asking. With great care he tried to recite the intent and purpose. "Gue wants to work .. peace."

"Related, lo?"

I don't want to, yes, be peaceable a day and continue tomorrow.

"Yes. I can't go this far if I'm not sure about my options." This time he dared to look me in the face again.

Before replying, I took the time to read the meaning of the gaze to me. A few seconds of gazing, strangely my heart was instantly convinced. He seriously made peace. However, fortunately preventing unwanted things in the future, I still want to ask something. "What's the reason for the sudden peace?"

"Yes, I feel defeated. Now I understand, the reason Arfan can not be as easy as forgetting the same lo."

Ah, was he touched by my treatment of Shafira last night?

"In addition to your long courtship period. I kind of found something you've got, but I don't have it."

"What about?" I became curious.

"Lo's more brainless."

"You mean?" spray me while taking a step back because the queue has already reduced by one person.

"Yes, like last night. I, anyway, if so lo ogah, yes, carry the Shafira. Udah, mah, heavy. Not to mention bring yourself. It must have been heavy too, but once I got back from calling the medical team and found you still carrying him, there I thought that you weren't a bad-tempered girl."

The explanation is grubby, but the point is the same. He wants to praise me great and loyal, right?

"Now I really understand. The reason Arfan and Bagas seized a Dara. Maybe it's because it's expensive in their eyes. So, I'm gonna take a shit." The hand came back swaying.

Unfortunately, there are still things that make me curious. "It's just better, doang?"

"Well, you keep hoping for what else from me?" He immediately glared at me.

"Love promise, cake." I'm getting brazen. Uh, it's been rude, deng.

"What promise?" His eyebrows are intertwined.

"Promise won't bother me anymore" I said, wanting to be free from the bad guys.

"Yes. If so, no need to ask. I, right, give me a peaceful facility. That means the same thing. I'm not gonna bother you, either, the point is." He stared back naturally.

"okay." This time, I firmly hold the promise as well as hold this peace.

"Oh, yes, hopefully we can be good friends, yes, Dara," he said in a hopeful tone.

"Yes, I hope we can be good friends too, Cecilia." I'm just following along.

"Caprice ... The cecilia. Call me Brother. I'm a little older than you."

"Yes, yes." If this, anyway, I feel like I can give up. "Tomorrow I'll call you brother."

"Wear events tomorrow everything. Got to now, dong! How about, anyway? The more insane, aja, like," dumel he's getting.

"Yes. From today I call you brother. Huh, ah. I'm gonna wash the bottle, right." Without feeling the queue behind my body is left alone.

"Yes, please. I'm also done ajakin you say."

He passed by, without saying goodbye just walking ahead of me towards the camp area of the Pharmacy Nation school. Her relaxed straight back reminded me of something. I feel like I have a way for the man Cecilia wants to bend his knees to her.

"Sister! Brother Cecil," call me to start making promises.

A little awkward, but he kept turning his head.

"Yes. I love you, but I'd like some kind of hope, yeah."

Observed surrender, Mother. His mouth showed a deep sadness.

"No need to give up" I said trying to inject some spirit. "Just disappear and don't give love. Hold my word. If you're not the same as him. He's gonna go back to chasing you all out."

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Before returning home, we were asked to gather first in the field. Still lined up according to the team, we stood facing the artificial flag pole, the rows of teachers and staff, as well as the LDKS event committee line. There is one thing that is most eye-catching and interested, namely a table that has been arranged various boxes covered with chocolate. A gift of sorts, but a gift for what?

Arfan who is still in charge of hosting the show then stands in the middle of the front row. He read out one by one the arrangement of events that have been successfully carried out until then handed time and place to Mr. Abigail to give final advice. Not stopping there, Bagas also gave the last word of welcome. He took the time to thank the LDKS participants who escaped until the end.

My curiosity seems to be answered now. Arfan started pointing at the table that contained a pile of gift boxes, then explained the meaning and content of it through the microphone in his grasp.

"So, during this event. We as the staff of OSIS observe your movements secretly. Whether in terms of attitude towards the coach, school staff, upperclassmen, to others, we pay attention to everything. Well, at the table it has been arranged prizes from various nominations for groups that excel. The prize will be handed over directly by Mr. Abigail and Bagas as the chief executive of the event." He took a pause to breathe for a while. "Where, huh? Already curious yet the same nomination listed by the seniors of OSIS?"

"It." All LDKS participants including me answered loudly.

"OKAY. I will read the first nomination. For the category of religion value, won by the group of five."

The screams started happening. Either clapping or boisterous screams from the group concerned.

"Yes, to the representatives of group five, I let go forward."

We applauded, giving appreciation to Angga who managed to bring his group into the most religious group. It looks right, he's very religious. His team members are always invited to pray before starting something. In contrast to a Dara who is directly sat-set-sat-set, war-wur-war-wur.

"OK, continue to the category of speed of completing a challenge. This category sees the time you need to build and tear down tents, clean up camp equipment, to complete the challenge at night."

Ah, my body is slack. Feeling insecure we had the fastest time. Just walk slow. It certainly arrived at the longest minute than any other group.

"Winners for this category fall to group one. Go ahead to the representative of group one, come forward, then stand next to the representative of group five."

I noticed the proud look of Bagas. He is the mentor and his children who get the award.

"Relax .. calm down. There are still two more categories I haven't mentioned."

"Three categories don't seem to be us either. Yeah, right?" eren whispered from the back who suddenly got a nod of approval from me.

"Next category, smart and creative. This category is judged based on your intelligence in answering each post in the night jury. Remember, yes, answering the question here means actually answering the question yourself without help or without asking the mentor."

This category is failing again. The first post alone, group three was answered directly by Cecilia.

"Winners for the smart and creative category, fall to group five."

All were stunned because the group of five again won the champion.

"The last category, namely the category of cooperation and care for others." Arfan suddenly looked towards the group of three.

My heart was shady. Somehow I believe that the last category will be won by us.

"This category was won by group three. It's obvious, yes, the reason. They brought a sick team. Directly carried by the group leader, assisted also by the other team."

Clapping sounds heard. All eyes looked towards our group with eyes of admiration mixed. Hah, it turns out that the struggle through the darkness of the night is paid with a happiness.

I took a step forward after previously having a brief discussion with the group members. They invited me to be a representative in taking the prize.

One by one the group leader got a box from Mr. Abigail. Following the installation of plastic medals by Kak Bagas. I also did not lose the share. Unlike the other groups, after draping a medal around my neck, Bagas did not leave immediately. He took a position beside me while linking the embrace on my shoulder.

That behavior immediately received attention from Mr. Abigail. He immediately asked Arfan for a microphone to speak something.

"Bagas, is this your sister?" ask him with a mysterious smile.

"Daughter, Sir. His girlfriend," everyone answered so in unison that it caused a commotion.

"Oh, girlfriend. Quick sticky from yesterday. It's this embrace, what's up? Where are you going?" ask him again who now draws the silence of everyone.

Brother Bagas cleared his throat. Full of confidence he picked up another microphone that Cecilia extended. "LDKS, right, it's done, huh, sir?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"That means, Dara is officially a member of OSIS, yes, sir?" ask Bagas again.

"Hm, then?"

"Well, since Dara is official, I want to take her home with me on the bike. All touring, sir."

"Cie .. cie .. cie ...."

The screams even pulled me to lower my head. If the question is like this, my guts and mentality suddenly shrunk, suddenly embarrassed.

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