Boyfriend Lies

Bulk Video Call

We shifted the position of the chair, immediately emptying the room because we intended to sit down. Some children who had come rushed to take their respective fields. Not without reason I sit next to Prayoga. We intend to inform them of Mr. Abigail's unreasonable request. Shouldn't we be working at a time like this? Easing each other the burden of replacement leaders whose responsibilities are more than core leaders.

Prayoga first expressed the wishes of Mr. Abigail. Not much different from our reaction, the members also did not accept hearing the impromptu command. The next second count, the entire room was excited because it asked for an explanation.

“Brothers, please calm down!” prayoga shouted to penetrate their fanfare. “Can ask, but it's turn!” Hearing this, they also fell silent. “OK, who wants to talk? Show hands first!”

“This is serious?” Dion spoke after floating his hand.

“Serious,” sayku and Prayoga almost simultaneously.

“So, we have to start from zero again?” This time Eren took part.

“Ya, right,” reply Prayoga.

“Intermediate ...” Riska is speaking. “Pak Abigail asked for a different concept from last year, right?”

“Ya.” Prayoga and I answered together.

“How do we know the concept of last year? Enter his school, aja, only this year,” comments that make my mind open.

There's a point too. How do we know about the concept last year, whereas we are still new students? Isn't it natural that there are similarities? Everyone's thinking can be similar especially because it's a sports and arts week.

“I also stumbled on that before coming here.” Prayoga tried to beat his men. “We only have one solution now.”

“What, tuh?” ask them in unison.

“Abservice on the right person.”

I'm stunned. At least he reminds me of someone. Don't tell me he's willy-n-n-n-n-want

“We contact Kak Bagas and--“

“GAK CAN!” sambarku with wide eyes.

“K-why, Ra?” Prayoga stared in confusion.

“You sure you want to contact him?” I asked back.

“Iya. Brother Bagas who can help us because he's the chairman.”

“He is not the only solution, Ga.” I insisted on maintaining the option of not contacting him.

“Iya, indeed. Bagas is not the only person who knows about PORSENI last year. I also contacted Mr. Cecilia, but she was on duty this afternoon. Only Kak Bagas who holiday--“

“Libur? Not the morning chiff huh, Ra?” Riska's voice interrupted my and Prayoga's conversation.

“Iya, Dara said earlier that Kak Bagas sif morning.” The princess also followed.

My eyes closed. Not a full day, but my lies are open and in public. God how is this? The memory of my three friends is unlikely to disappear. Masa, yes, I have to admit the facts? Masa, yes, I should tell them we broke up? Why did the holiday change anyway? Didn't yesterday continue Wednesday? Why did it suddenly become Monday?

Suddenly, I heard a loud noise from my opponent talking. “Ah, yes, that .. Kak Bagas sif morning. I forget. Wrong talk.”

Wh why? Why is he the one who gave me the clarification? I'm sure Prayoga knows that here the lie is me.

“So, no problem, right, Ra? We call Kak Bagas for his concept of last year?”

My breath is heavy. If this is the case, can I refuse? What would they say if I insisted on not contacting that person?

As a result, full of compulsion I nodded. It is not just me who is asked to give an opinion. After getting my approval, he also asked for another friend's opinion. It did not take long, the event to contact the chairman of OSIS was actually held because the most votes fell to the idea of a replacement chairman.

The projector screen is connected to Prayoga's laptop. We are trying to reach him via WhatsApp desktop. Intentionally do not do it via mobile phone, so that Kak Bagas' face can be seen by humans throughout the room. My sitting position was erratic, often changing while waiting for a call to be connected. My head even bowed deeply, looking at the two trembling hands. His fingers were even whitish in color, feeling shivering and invulnerable. It's crazier than facing him head-on.

Unexpectedly, a hand poked my arm. Not understanding the gesture he made, I looked up and saw his face.

“What?” I asked Prayoga the suspect who made the colekan.

“Tuh,” he replied while moving his eyes, so that I could look towards the screen.

I don't know since when the call was connected, but surely Kak Bagas' face had filled the screen. He looked at me, at me. Gosh darn. I want to scream here. No hypocrite, really. Whether he hurt me or not, I miss him. The happy prowess he created wasn't that easy to forget. Too many sweet memories, even though my relationship with him was not as long as my relationship with Arfan used to be.

“Dara ...”

Success my breath choked. Unexpected. He even said my name.

“Why does diem continue?” He tried to show a smile. “Everyone has nyapa brother.”

No. gabe. I can't. Saying hello is the same as talking. That is, my crying could have broken.

“Too kangen Kak Bagas. So, Dara diem continues.”

I don't know what possessed Riska, but I'm quite grateful that she spoke to me.

“Kakak, anyway, not coming home. So, Dara kangen, right. Brother should go home let Dara smile again.”

This time, I wanted to withdraw that gratitude. The princess who followed the talk even further aggravated the situation. There was a slight obstinacy from Bagas. Apparently the signal makes people's hearing and speech out of sync, so Kak Bagas is a bit late in responding.

“Hah!” He's bleeding heavily. “If you can be honest .. big sister also wants to go home now, so you can gather with Dara again.”

I'm down. This time to hide the tears. The gray skirt has become a squeeze material. I'm not strong anymore, how can I escape from this situation?

A piece of paper stretched out from the hand that had given me the colekan. There was a clear written order there. GRAB A LAPTOP CHARGER IN MY CLASS!

***

The passageway to the Prayoga class that witnessed my defense faded and broke. Sobbing conditions and tears, I am still trying to strengthen the steps, so that I can get to the destination as soon as possible. There is the task of taking a charger that must be completed immediately.

My hand pushed the door of the X-D class slowly. Leave the entrance wide open because the class situation is no longer there. Armed with puffy eyes, I went through the room, checking in every row, so as to quickly find objects belonging to Prayoga. In fact as hard as it was looking, the necessary item was not caught sight.

My attention is trying to get distracted. Still glued to this class, I reached into the phone and pressed the screen. There was a message from Prayoga and Kak Bagas. Unwilling to concentrate on searching for a chargers crap, I ignored messages from loved ones and chose to press Prayoga's profile.

From : Prayoga

I gave him half an hour there. Satisfied heartache, finished it back again. I need you to be professional, Ra.

The shame is half dead. Apparently also known. It had been hidden all out, but it had finally opened up as well.

"You can't be professional. So get caught, right!" I hit my chest in anxiety.

How'this? Is it true that only Prayoga saw my strange gurgle? How are things going? Afraid they think the same.

"Udah, no, no, no ...!" my screams are like humans losing their minds. "Udahlah! If they think about breaking up, yes. How you gonna do it again? After all, it's really fun. You cover up her disgrace like a ngarepin back."

The fact is that I hope to be together again. Oh, my God, right. The mouth is easy to say, but the heart is difficult to accept reality.

Half an hour Prayoga gave me, I used it to my best. More to the activity of setting the heart. A quiet room is indeed the best facility, so it gives maximum inner calm. Feeling more confident, I began to rise from the seats in the final row. No more rest than the time given. There are still duties and responsibilities to be fulfilled.

Access to the class is slowly closing. My feet step along with the phone raised to the front of my face. This tiny thing was constantly shaking. The incoming call from the person who sent me the message came. It seems, the video call session with the members is over. He who was free from their connection immediately showered me with calls as well.

I ignored, continued to walk down the hallway, so as to arrive at the meeting room. There was no point in picking up the phone from him. I really don't want to talk anymore, anyway. In the form of a rejection of the call, a tiny object that had been the target of annoyance returned to the uniform pocket.

The distance to the meeting room is only a few steps away. Instead of rushing, I looked up to find Prayoga in the doorway. He smiled, waving one hand as if giving a greeting.

"Udah?" he said he kept a wave of his hand because I didn't give a response.

"Udah. Thanks," I said.

He came to me, ignoring the fact that I should have come there and entered the room. As soon as we stood face to face, he again said a few words. "Don't hate it so much for Bagas."

"Hate what? If I hate it, I can't see her face." I honestly don't accept it. How dare he give me that kind of advice.

"Why should I rent it, Ra? I'm, right, just the origin of the talk."

Huh! Yeah, how about no gas? He spoke of mentally offensive mess. It's only natural that I reacted that way.

"I mean, don't hate it too much! He must have his reasons, so free you to run for a while."

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