Boyfriend Lies

BC 22 | Arrival

The day before Bagas' arrival. My attention is no longer on mobile phones because this afternoon is required to attend an OSIS meeting. The first meeting after the class began PKL. Directly led Prayoga, our junior in the organization intends to formulate an activity for the next three months. Lucky because before leaving, Kak Cecil and Kak Bagas told the leaked event that can be done as long as the senior does not exist. Some of the events that we can title are PORSENI, Health Seminar, and Bazar.

The first event we chose was PORSENI. I was positioned as the core secretary who would later hold the key. The event can be held or not is very dependent on this key. Yes, this key is the proposal. Paper sheets that contain details of the purpose and purpose of the event, a row of organizing committees, and definitely the total cost that we ask from the school.

During this inaugural meeting, my job was to just sit pensively beside Prayoga. Still lazing because the making of proposals can not be started immediately. Need some material first. Those who are members of the sections are required to submit the results of concept discussions and cost calculations to me, so that they can be directly included in the application proposal.

Silvia, who was assigned as a documentation section, asked Prayoga and Dion for permission to briefly cover the bathroom. For five minutes he passed and finally came back, directly approaching me.

“Ra, no guests.”

I looked at it for a moment. “Guide OSIS?”

A little weird, anyway. During my time with the organization, I never heard of OSIS coming guests.

“Pacar lo time.”

Whether or not Dion's speech is a business later. The most important thing for me now is to run. Without saying my permission to leave the OSIS room, leaving everything that was going on because I wanted to see the figure that came.

Silvia did not tell the specific location of the man waiting, but just once saw the figure that came it had caught his shadow. Maybe, it might be Bagas. As I know, this week Bagas got his morning shift. Maybe he came home early because he had a day off from work tomorrow.

But as soon as one step away, my legs were restrained because I found a mistake. The upright back that stood behind me was not Bagas. Body, different style of standing. My guess was answered when he turned around.

“You ...”

My eyes turned full. Disappointed, annoyed, and do not understand as if mixed into one. Yeah, I don't get it. Why are there so many people, even Marcel, coming?

“Away,” said with a sinless smile.

“What are you doing here?” I still have a feeling of dislike.

“Mau interracial.”

Marcel's index finger leads to a car parked in the schoolyard. Simply heard once the pinning of the key, the luggage door that was originally closed also revealed its contents. Rice box. Not just one, anyway. What do you try to mean?

“Soraya says, you have a meeting. I'm away from campus bring this for you and other friends.”

“No request, you know.” Hoping with those words he understood that I was being rejected.

“I am also just an initiative. Purely want to treat you and your friends.”

Good. If the rejection is not well understood, then the only way is simply to refuse plainly.

“No need for deals, Brother. Temen I don't know Brother. Don't bother either. Here the canteen is open until the students get home.”

“Ah ..” He's nodding. I know his face is confused, but a smile never goes away he shows. “If, then, do I need to throw away the food?”

“Yes, that's up. Dara did not ask. Dara also does not want to accept.” I should have been stubborn. I know, really, her tactics. Once accepted, then there was no longer any distance left to avoid it.

“OK. A minute, yeah.”

I don't know what he's going to do, but his head is clearly in a daze. Not long after, his hands waved. Intrigued by the figure he called, my body then turned towards the wave of the hand. Damnit. Success my eyes closed. Why do Riska and Putri wear out of the room again? They met Marcel, right?

“Ke here,” call Marcel getting louder.

As much as I could signal, so that they would step back. It's just that, instead of understanding and obeying my wishes, Princess and Riska even accelerated.

“The theme is Dara, right?” guess Marcel once they get to our midst.

“Iya,” answered Riska looking confused and immediately gave me a whisper. “Who, Cuy?”

“Gotly coincidence. I brought you guys some food. If Dara brought it herself, it's impossible. You guys would like to help me, wouldn't you?”

Its softness deserves a thumbs up. Evidently, the Princess who was thick with the word gratisan immediately actively asked. “Berkenan, Brother. Where's the food?”

As a result, he was the first person Marcel brought to move the food box to the meeting room. Still showing rejection, my hands were folded in front of my chest. Unwilling to show interest in Marcel's good treatment.

“Who, anyway, Ra? You don't like it, do you?” Riska who had not caught up with them suddenly showed curiosity.

“Friends my brother.”

“Hah? So what the hell is going to keep coming here? Sent by Brother Soraya?”

My head shook. “Initiative, said.”

“Kok, bizarre.” He who was no less sensitive to one's feelings immediately judged accurately. “Like, deh, I think he's the same as you.”

***

I watched all my colleagues eat the rice box that Marcel was carrying. Other than those who showed a grateful look, my food rations had not even been touched in the slightest. Not lustful, especially since the one who brought him was my enemy. Prayoga, who noticed the motion did not like this, then knocked on the table near my lunchbox.

“Why?” tanyaku. He got hit, right. Stupid, ah! Tell me who disturbs my silence from holding back my anger.

“Why not eat, Ra?” Prayoga pointed to the Hokiben rice box that had not yet opened.

“You want to add?” I'm offering.

“Yes, no. I just asked.”

“Ya, if you want add take, aja.” The rice box was pushed close by.

“Rezeki, Ra. It's a pity if you're given to people.”

“Izin pick up the phone, Boss,” I said to Prayoga.

“Beat, aja. Again this pause, kok.”

After hearing the approval from the interim chairman, my hand then tapped on the screen to receive a call from the real chairman.

“Kakak,” my broom after the screen shows his face.

He must have finished the shower. Seen from the slippery hair and has been combed neatly. His face is fresh too. The more you see the tree.

“Eat the same what?”

“Hah?”

My forehead is crinkled inside. How did he know I was eating? Once again I saw a mini screen that was showing my face and the wall of the room. Nil truth. Not the slightest form of the dining box was caught on camera screen.

“Kayak who again eat well,” he said again makes me more confused.

“Kakak don't know where?” Yeah, rather than being curious about it I better ask directly.

“There are reports.”

“Who?” I turned into a daze, found all the colleagues who were focusing on eating food.

Not how long it sounded weird from the other end. “Handering, Dear.”

“Ah, time?” I really doubt that. At least, I can distinguish the look on the face of Kak Bagas who was showing seriousness and jokes.

“Tests. I'm just guessing, aja. That's in the OSIS room, right? If Adek pick up the phone, yes, it means again given a break.”

Yeah, that's right too. The logic makes sense.

“What's the same meal?” he asked again as if he wanted to hear a direct answer.

“Stek don't eat, just them, doang.”

My index is pressing the icon to flip the camera. Instantly the view of junior Kak Bagas who ate food was seen.

“Lah, why can't Adek eat?”

“Malas,” I replied quickly while changing the camera highlighting mode. So, pointing to my face as before.

“Don't do it, dong. Whatever the food is. Whoever gives it, it must be eaten. Count to honor.”

For a moment, for a moment, why does Bagas seem to know that this food is given by someone? Don't be right, there's a report!

“Honey,” scolds me because my eyes keep covering everywhere.

“Yes?"

“So not coming home now, but can't meet Ayang first.”

“It seems, Brother went straight home, yes?” My guess got a nod from him.

“Mother is already a bawel. I kept wondering when my sister was coming home. I think kangen.”

Ah, my mother's opponent. Yeah, nevermind.

“Be careful on the road, yes,” my message.

“Besok sister play to it.”

“To there, where to?” Must be clear, dong. It has to be specific too so I don't get curious.

“Ya, to it,” again even play secrets.

Unfortunately, it was not Dara Dwiana who gave up just like that. “Keunya, where to, Darling?” I'm starting to feel anxious.

“Let's call again, deh.”

Well, he's starting to be unclear.

“Already, yes. Brother wants to pack some luggage first."

“Ya, already. Brother be careful in his way,” my message.

“Yes, be careful. Don't torture the stomach either! If hungry to eat, aja, brother will not be angry, kok.”

Well, he's getting more mysterious.

“Kakak knows from mana--“

“Kakak saying goodbye first, yes. See you,” cut it while disconnecting.

Hah, so curious. Why does Bagas seem to know about this food box? Is there really a report? If there really is, who is it?

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