Boyfriend Lies

Unknown Number

"Why is this a child? Early in the morning it was asem." Eren's index finger pointed at my face as soon as I entered the classroom.

Riska who came first, already know the reason behind the bent face. Thankfully, my story was well read. I'm in silent mode so have a spokesperson to answer Eren's questions. "He was invited to jotos with Prayoga. So, pout, deh."

"Sweet jotos?" Eren surprised. "Keep you lose, Ra?"

"Eh, sori, yes. There's no winning and losing here." I grunt. I don't accept being said to lose, even though we didn't really have a jotos.

"Well, I guess there's a bonyok here" she said as she sat next to me. "Yes, this is if boy meets girl is not PEKA. There's no end."

Spontaneous Riska chuckled, clapping her hands, saying, "Yes! Bener. I agree."

I sat in the middle of them and stared cynically. Really not thinking and not understanding. What does it mean try? What does a boy like a boy have to do with an insensitive girl?

"Well, right ...." Eren pointed at my face again, this time shaking his head. "He's not SENSITIVE."

"You know, Ren. Tell you," timpal Riska who is still faithful chuckles.

"This is what it means, anyway?" I was getting emotional again.

"You realize, don't you, Ra? Every behavior must have an alesan?"

"Yes, I know." My head's mangosteen. "But what I don't understand is Prayoga's ales."

"You've been asking why she's so cute?" Riska asked.

"Udah. I asked, but the answer was—"

"He likes you." A hard slap from an Eren.

I was silent for a while, thinking well of the possibility of his words. However, instead of finding a bright spot, I felt it was ridiculous. As a result, I smiled amusedly.

"Well, right, just realized. Cci .... Dara Seneng has fans." Eren poked my cheek while holding back the anxiety.

"No!" I dismissed the ridiculousness. "Maybe he likes me. He's so sure because he has two faces." Isn't that what he said? I believe more in that expression than Eren's thought which must have missed.

"He likes you, Ra." Eren repeated the same sentence as if it was the truth.

"Huh, no!" So anxious himself because he doesn't understand either. "Prayoga himself said he had two faces."

"Yes, I won't do it, Ra! The prestige of the god level." Riska who had been silent before said. "She also retreated alon-alon because she knew you had Kak Bagas."

"Well, really!" Eren flicked his finger as his thoughts were well supported. "Udah, mending now you want Prayoga's behavior before it changes. Once, aja, there's a point that makes you worry if he has a taste."

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Damnit damnit!

There is no stopping me cursing while raising my body. Eren and Riska's words successfully disturbed my mind. It was hard to absorb the knowledge gained in the first four hours of class because of the many things I wanted to remember about Prayoga's behavior. My head is now filled with self-doubting question marks. What, yeah, I'm so INSENSITIVE? What, yeah, he's like this because he likes it? What, huh? What no? What, how? Holy hooch!

For the umpteenth time the hair becomes a land of scramble. Confusing truth. Like being asked to look for a needle in the thick of hay. As hard as I can think and remember, if things don't feel like I can conclude quickly. All time is wasted. I didn't go with them to buy food because of this ridiculous matter.

As if knowing my thoughts were disturbed, the phone that had frozen was shaking violently. There is one incoming call from the person who is always uplifting in the moments of adversity. Who else if not Bagas' brother?

My thumb pressed the green icon quickly. Not for a minute, the screen that originally showed the phone wallpaper turned into the face of Kak Bagas who was full of smiles. My breath is slowly more relaxed. The lips that had been frozen were also knotted because they found a new glimmer of light.

"Why?" He did not say hello, he immediately asked so.

"Why what?" Of course I don't want to open up. Especially because Eren's thinking can not be ascertained the truth.

"I'm not excited, that's it."

Ah, even he who was far away there was also aware of this. Right, anyway. I am indeed not PEKA, in contrast to Kak Bagas who once saw can be immediately aware.

"Who, who would dare to disturb His Father Bagas?"

Eee-ah .... I successfully blushed. Could have been him. You know, I really need an injection of anxiety. Ah, it's good he's done. No longer put on the mood here. Departments must be given to appropriate persons.

"Darling?"

The call seemed to awaken me from a brief silence. My eyes slowly blinked. Return to displaying a light smile, so that he stops worrying about unimportant things.

"Seriously, isn't that gonna be a story?"

"Nobody has to be told, anyway." Yes, time to tell this story to Kak Bagas. After all, Bagas believed in Prayoga. It is very unfortunate if their compactness is corroded only because of trivial problems.

"Relatedly? You can, really, be a place to share. The time is also enough if Adek wants to tell me now. Half an hour later sif sis sis starts."

Hearts that try to look fine, turn shaky. For a moment I thought fast. It's a little confusing too if this is how it is. No story, afraid to say not open. If the story ... I can't predict the outcome either. Alright. Since it's been discovered, I'll tell you for openness.

"Hm .. It's about the adek temen." Lying, but what else?

"Yemen?" Brother Bagas looks to frown. "Which one?"

"That's ...." I thought again. Which temen, huh? Who, huh? Ah, nevermind. "Risk." Yeah, that's all.

"Bu-no, no." I was in a hurry to calm down for fear that this lie would corner others. "She's got the same story, but she hasn't given me the conclusion because she's confused."

"Try the story to my sister. Maybe you can help me with advice."

I struggled to reduce the rapid heartbeat. The hand that was holding the phone turned trembling the effect of an unplanned lie.

"Yes, Brother. So, Riska has a friend. At first, he was good with Riska. He loves to be helpful, loves to joke. Ah, just fine, deh."

"Hm ... then?"

Bagas was still listening and I continued, "So he turned into a bitch. Like making sprains, cake fight. Riska was confused as to why this kid had changed all of a sudden."

"Riska asked why the question has changed?"

"Udah." I answered sure and steady.

"What's the reason?"

"Say, his original attitude was like this. He has two faces." Done it. The point of the story is that I have expressed it well and correctly.

There was no apparent reaction from Bagas. He looked at it first, imagining the situation before finally coming to a conclusion. "I think he likes Riska."

Look at Kak Bagas turned confusing. He seemed to resist the urge to interrogate. There was a cold signal that caught the heart. Ah, have I been found out?

"Darling?"

"Yes?" I blinked to wake myself up.

"According to Adek, what is that guy?"

"Where? What's?" Where is this conversation going, anyway?

"Yes, according to Adek the guy is suitable for Riska, no?"

"No." My head is shaking for sure.

"Byeah! Not that Adek said, he was kind, likes to howl and joke. Why is it not suitable for Riska?"

"Riska's got better than her."

"Seriously?"

Surprisingly, I saw a red hue on Kak Bagas' cheek. He who was originally staring coldly turned into holding amused. Ah, nevermind. Apparently, he already knew that this story was not about Riska, but about me.

The answer to Bagas' last question was withheld. The video call connection was suddenly stopped because there was one incoming call.

"Who, here?" My forehead frowned. Confused because unlike usual there is an incoming call from an unknown number.

"Why, Ra?" The Princess's voice suddenly sounded from behind. Those who had been willing to buy food, had gone home with various tentengan.

"Sister Bagas?" Riska also asked after seeing my screen lit up.

"Not." I answered with complete confidence. It can't be Bagas' number. We just exchanged calls and the number hasn't changed at all.

"Have a go, Ra. Important times." The princess gave advice.

"Not a thing, huh?" Suddenly confused, even though picking up the phone is easy.

"Lifting up, deh. I'm afraid it's important."

The two suggestions I received managed to draw my courage to pick up the phone. After breathing in twice, my thumb started to press the screen until the call was connected.

"Huh-hello?" I hesitated with my heart beating. No debt, no moneylender, but I don't have the guts to answer this call. You freak!

"Hello!"

Mellifluous voice. Female. Who'sisthis?

"Who?" whispered the Princess while poking my shoulder.

I refuse to give uncertainty. Hands free from cell phones instantly floated in the air, a sign of wanting to hold them in question.

"Yes, yeah, hello?" I repeated the greeting because I wanted him to introduce himself.

"It's Dara, right?"

Well, he knows my name.

"Yes, right. Who is this, huh?" Still stiff, cold, and cranky. It's nice that he didn't introduce himself, knowing that this is my number.

"I'm Esther, Dara. Bagas Mama. Your mother-in-law."

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