Boyfriend Lies

So Eavesdropping

The arrangement paper of the event along with the agenda of the meeting had been embraced while following Prayoga down the hallway of the class. Mr. Abigail used to stay in his room, on the second floor. Need to pass through the staff room first before getting there.

Arriving at the school management building, the walkie talkie that Prayoga brought back rang. "Sir Ketu, come in, Mr. Ketu." This time Dion called. He who served as the field leader must be about to tell the problem or important information that comes.

"Yes, monitor," Prayoga responded quickly.

"Please help, Mr. Ketu. Class XII asks for a jumping clock." Trouble is coming.

"Watch what? Why reason?" His casual face turned serious and stiffened.

"Badminton women's doubles. There's going to be an additional practicum of recipe science, he said." The reasons mentioned are convincing enough to be given a clock jump.

Prayoga looked at me, intending to ask for advice and I replied with a nod. As long as the reason they made was related to the lesson, it was legitimate for me to grant his wish.

"Yes, it's been a change of landing hours, aja," Prayoga finally said.

"It's not that easy, Ngab. Their opponents are not present if the match is now. They want to be on schedule, he said."

The last piece of information made me hold back a smile. It's not weird anymore. Every event has its obstacles. There must be something upsetting, either from the committee or the participants.

Prayoga, who is now faced with an emergency situation, scratched his head, staring briefly at the staff room door, before finally giving a decision. "If so wait five minutes. I'm going there now."

"Okay, Roger."

Walkie talkies stopped ringing. Prayoga who suddenly had a separate task ended up giving me orders to handle Mr. Abigail himself. Of course I don't have a problem with that. From the beginning, my job was to be his assistant. Assistants will always be willing, if asked to replace the chairman who has obstacles.

"I will go there" Prayoga promised before running away from me.

My breath is long. The morning is busy, but the sensation is stressful. My steps continued near the doorstep of the staff room. Before passing their tables, it's good to say hello and ask where Mr. Abigail is. "Good morning, Mom." I chose to say hello to Madam Nadia.

"For the day, too, Dara. Who are you going to?" he asked after lifting his face from the papers.

"You go to Mr. Abigail. It's upstairs, huh?" I pointed at the ceiling of the room, where the builders of OSIS used to settle.

"Yes, go straight to the room, Ra."

Without much thought I rushed past the staff's desk. Climb a few stairs until you hear laughter from up there. Mr. Abigail is talking.

The closet that became a partition between the stairs and the table he was deliberately made as a self-cover. It would be very disrespectful, if I were to get close, to interrupt the conversation. It is better to be late to work than to interfere with his interests with his guests.

I tidied up the sheets of paper that would later be used as a report. Try to be relaxed and not eavesdrop on the conversation until someone's ridicule is heard.

"He's Dara's bitch, sir."

Without even looking at her face I could already guess that the one who just spoke was Brother Cecilia. My heart is beating fast, considering that Bagas is also here to watch the event. Of course, the laughter of the man who had just sounded was himself.

"Yes, it's not wrong. Dara is beautiful." Compliments were heard from Mr. Abigail's mouth.

"It's not just pretty, sir." Kak Bagas' voice sounded a little different. Somewhat raspy wet and restrained. I should have been unaware of his laughter.

"By it .. the pinter makes me feel comfortable."

"Times, Gas?" Cecilia doubted that. "If Dara makes it comfortable, why was yesterday released try?"

Quite surprised to hear it. It turned out that Sister Cecilia knew our farewell.

"Not removed," she said. "Just misunderstood, aja. I asked for a break, but Dara even thought of breaking up. Break is the same break, right, meaning different."

"That's different according to you, Gas. We think the girls, the break was the same as the break up" said Kak Cecil again representing my feelings.

"Honey the value of dong, Gas. I'm tired of sacrificing and breaking up."

"Well ...." Brother Cecil chimed.

I took a step forward. Hoping to hear the meaning of sacrifice they speak of. What does it mean try? Isn't that the one who sacrificed the most?

"Well, what's the continuation, Gas? Why did you get caught lying?" asked Mr. Abigail, as if to thoroughly peel the problems that occurred.

"Wrongly, Bagas is a carry, sir. Try if the reason for his OFF exchange is not told to anyone. It'll be safe and secure, Gas, value you."

There are some important points that Kak Cecil mentioned, namely the OFF exchange, the reason that is disseminated, up to the value. I wish I could hear their conversation. I'm sure this reason is the trigger for Kak Bagas to change.

"I'm just telling Fabian, sir," said Bagas.

"Why did you tell him?" Mr. Abigail has already started interrogation sessions.

"At first he asked for tips to be acc holiday Monday. Yes, I have told you that the reason for filing the holiday must be really urgent. From there he knows everything, but I don't think he's gonna leak a bucket, sir."

"Sure the bucket is leaking, I. His name also fell in rival," said Brother Cecil.

"Well, you shouldn't trust people easily. I know lying like this, right, so it's hard in the future." Mr. Abigail sounded breathless. "What punishment do they keep?"

"Can jump sif and can not be rations off until the prakerin is finished," replied Kak Bagas.

"So, during the week you work constantly?" Mr. Abigail sounded in disbelief.

"Yes, Sir. Bagas is a robot. No rest at all. No, his voice has started to be like a singer, raspy wet." Brother Cecil turned to love Bagas.

"Bad, you know, that. Why don't you take this to school? Punishment must also know the limits."

I nodded, agreeing with what he said now.

"Intentionally not to, sir." Brother Bagas even resigned. "They said, I have to be willing to obey the rules and punishment if I want to be safe."

"As of now, what holiday are you on, how?"

I was just as curious as him.

"Holiday, Sir. Cecil's Help. They believe my reason for having to go to school."

It was a moment of silence until Mr. Abigail exhaled again. "Huh, Bagas ... Ginger ...."

"No thought, sir. For love." Brother Cecil again scoffed. "Still mending that Dara is still dear. Lah, this? I did not eat, got a punishment, kept breaking Ayang."

"The apes are multiplied, yes," chortled Mr. Abigail followed by laughing at the stupidity of his students. "Next time, don't do it again, Gas."

"No, Sir. It won't be that way anymore. I will not repeat. Enough once I lost Dara" he said aloud.

"Lost Dara. Value, Gas. Losing value. Much loss if your value becomes a victim," said Mr. Abigail anxious.

"Value doesn't matter, sir, to me."

"It's not a problem for you. Indeed, Dara is still a pity if your value drops?" challenge Mr. Abigail.

"Sir, this important age is good looking. Value business, can be taken care of later."

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