Boyfriend Lies

Different 1

"Let's know brother he's coming again."

"Yesn ...."

Lord. His jealousy is no joke. Either morning or noon video call discussion must be about the annoying Marcel. It doesn't stop reminding me to tell him, if Marcel ever comes home. Brother Bagas declared himself ready to fly across the district to prevent Marcel from meeting me. Hah, there was also a good thing they met. He's getting sticky, isn't he?

"Sister, it's a long time ago, yes." I had to close the conversation because I had reached my destination.

"Must go to class, okay?" guess with a sad tone.

"Hm-k. We'll be back later tonight" I promise.

"OKAY. Don't forget to send brother chat!" his sweat.

After saying the promise and the sedative sentence, I hurried to disconnect. My intention now is to just go back to class, waiting for the bell to ring by chatting casually with friends. Even back, I still respect those who are single. It is not good if you continue to focus on your boyfriend, to forget the outpouring of activities of friends.

"Become!"

A call from the back can stop the noise when entering the class. I turned to the source of the voice, finding Prayoga already standing upright while waving. As usual, the smile showed a beautiful face.

"Hey, Ga," I said casually, replying to a wave of hands.

"Come, yuk!" bring him with passion.

"Where?" I asked as I walked up to him.

"The room of Mr. Abigail."

"Surely want it now?" I took a moment to look at the watch. Ten minutes before the bell came in.

"Yes. He just sent his chat."

Alright. If there is an order, we cannot avoid it. The rest of the time I want to spend with friends was forced to disappear.

"New hours, Ra?"

A question that sounded suddenly as we walked down the corridor towards the construction room.

"This?" I floated my hand, intending to show Ayang's hand-delivered watch.

"Yes. I just saw."

Well, he's good at paying attention too apparently. Only Prayoga is aware of this watch. Eren—my best friend didn't even notice it.

"Yes, it's a new clock" I said.

"From ... Brother Bagas?" Guess that sounds doubtful.

I gave a short nod to answer that question.

"Ah, so yes ...." The murmur accompanied by a heavy gust provoked my attention to turn my head. "You turned it back again" he continued.

"You know I broke up?" ask me who remembered something last time.

"Know."

"Know where?"

As I recall, he also gave confidence that Kak Bagas had his own reasons when asking for a break. I feel like I never told anyone, but Prayoga is the only one who is sensitive because he saw the change in WhatsApp profile Kak Bagas. Now, even when I turned him around, he was the only one who was aware of it. Where does he know? It's impossible to guess, right?

"From your face." The answer creates curiosity.

"My face why?" There can't be a DROP OUT label or BALIKAN, right?

"Yesterday his face was gloomy. And now there are the characteristics of the kasmaran."

"Oh, huh?" I'm glad there's someone sensitive around. Rarely, you know, there are guys like Prayoga. My friends were not aware of the small change.

"Hm-k. You broke up yesterday, right? Keep doing better now?"

"Yes, really. Yesterday I broke up, and now it's better." There is no harm in being open. After all, Prayoga is not a category of guys whose buckets leak.

"It seems, you really love Bagas, huh?"

"Yes, lah. If not, baby, how could I turn it back."

Suddenly my opponent stopped moving. I watched her face lose a smile.

"Ra, try to answer again."

"What?" The tension is growing.

"You really love Bagas?"

"G ...." He nodded while smiling sideways. "Okay, I understand."

***

We entered Mr. Abigail's room on the second floor. Just arrived and met face to face, he immediately pointed two benches in front of the table for us to sit on. Without saying anything, we knew the command signal. When viewed from his gurgle, he would have wanted to discuss a serious problem.

"So my father had a discussion with the school officials" he said, starting a conversation after we sat down to face him. "They asked for a new concept for the art stage later."

Gosh darn. Any more? New concepts and new concepts. What is special about our generation, so it invites many new concepts?

"The school is willing to lower the funds more than you ask on the condition of the open house."

"Open houses?" tanyaku and Prayoga almost simultaneously.

"Yes. Our school would like to invite some Junior High students to watch the art stage live as well as an inter-exculus demo."

"Oh, promotion event," murmured me who got a nod from him.

"Don't get into too many roles. Enough of the point, so that they can get to know our school well. In short, you just make the concept of the art show, the distribution of prizes PORSENI activities yesterday, and the addition of extracurricular demos. It's." Already."

"Ready, sir," answered Prayoga.

***

In the afternoon we actually executed the task of Mr. Abigail. The entire team quickly gathered for the achievement of the concept in one meeting.

There are four groups here. The first group focused on performing arts, the second group discussed prizes and door prizes, the third group setting each extracurricular demo and the last group leading the event. I was in the last group. Still have the same task, namely about the person in charge of the proposal and writing the meeting agenda.

The beginning to the middle of the meeting went well. All active groups have questioned their doubts about Prayoga. Lucky because the way the substitute chairman thought quickly and responsively. As a result, all member questions were answered perfectly.

It was my turn to float my hand, intending to interrupt and attract everyone's attention for having a question. "Ga, sorry! I'm gonna ask you." The whole room was silent for a moment. "For an extracurricular demo, do we have to clot all the heads of the exculus in one room?"

"Make what?" prayoga asked while looking at me lazily.

"Tell them about the demo. If it's collected now, kan—"

"Repot really, anyway," cut it.

"Yes?" I blinked, slightly stunned by her words just now.

"Why not think practical, Ra? We can make an announcement, paste it on the mading, get it done! No need to waste all the chairman's time."

"Ah, really." I smiled thinly.

"Okay, any other questions?" tanyanya immediately closed the conversation with me.

"For whose announcement paper was made, Ga?" ask the princess who is in the demo group this time.

"Made secretary, aja." He started making unilateral decisions.

"Dara can't do Corel and Photoshop, right? Why not use the services of journalists and mading children? Let the announcement paper be more okay," suggested the Princess.

"Well!" Prayoga massaged his temple. "Ra, can't you edit photos?"

"Yes ... can, but the results will not be as good as the time of the PORSENI announcement."

"Why can't they be as good? This is, right, the secretary's job as well. When do you want to involve a journalist's child to make an announcement?"

Silence returned because Prayoga suddenly insisted.

"When to print a piece of paper we need to transport them? You guys forgot the noise yesterday? We have to make a request letter first, wait for the queue, and all the macems. Try if our secretary is creative, maybe the work can be done."

The direction of his gaze was to everyone, but it was clearly scolding directed at me. Prayoga why, anyway? The feeling was that he was okay this afternoon.

"But, Ga!" Riska floats her hands. "Are you sure you want to make an announcement? Won't make a circular, will you?"

"Well, that can be." Prayoga flicked his fingers. "So, Ra, your job is to add. Make proposals, circulars between excretions, and announcements."

I smiled and nodded. Feels like an outburst of anger, but it doesn't matter. During the long time, I felt like I could solve everything.

"Must be done tomorrow, yes!"

"Huh?" I half screamed in surprise to hear it.

"What sash, Ga? Dara could've done it all in one night." Eren just stood up for me.

"But you have to dong! This is, right, his job. The secretary is dizzy at first, but fitting a relaxing event. So, I don't want to know. Tomorrow we'll have to finish all the work."

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