
The school hours have arrived. All the students and students in the Alamanda school were rumbling outside. They cheered happily as if celebrating freedom from the tiredness of the brain after learning.
"Manda, I go first, yeah." Elina. Alamanda just nodded with a smile.
Soon, Alamanda walked slowly towards the school gate. He scanned around looking for the whereabouts of Elyaz's car. However, the car was not yet seen. I don't know where the Elyaz who usually come to pick up, even before the clock home.
"Well, where's Brother El going, anyway? Why hasn't he picked me up? Did I just go home by myself, huh?" alamanda answered his own question.
The girl also walked on the edge while waiting for a public transport. However, for some reason no public transportation passed at that time. Either because of the many users of online ojek application services, or indeed it is quiet. At that time, he did not carry a cell phone.
Not long after, Dimas came to him. "Manda, why are you walking? Let's take you home!" take Dimas, the guy who likes him.
Alamanda was somewhat shocked by the arrival of Dimas. Soon he smiled and already wanted to ride on Dimas' motorcycle. However, another thought made him undo the intention.
"What if Brother El finds out? Surely he'll be very angry to see me being piggybacked by Dimas, "his inner self.
"Manda?" Dimas called out questioningly.
"Emm, I'm waiting to be picked up by my brother, Dim. You go first" said Alamanda.
Dimas was silent as if lost was his hope to be able to just coincide with Alamanda. "Yes, be careful then. Oh, ja. Put on my sweater first, the sun is very hot," Dimas continued while giving the sweater he wore to Alamanda.
Despite his doubts, Alamanda accepted it. Receiving Dimas' kindness to her. "Thank you, Dim" he said.
Dimas just smiled, then went on his motorcycle. I don't know why, his feelings hurt a little. For, for the umpteenth time, Alamanda rejected Dimas' invitation to him.
Alamanda put on the sweater and continued walking down the street. Pretty long. Maybe about half an hour he walked. Until finally ....
"Manda!" elyaz exclaimed as he pulled over the car and opened the window.
Alamanda looked over with teary eyes. "Sir ...," he wrote.
He walked slowly, approaching the car door. "Can I come in?" he asked when he found only the car window glass was open, while the door was still locked.
A little flabbergasted, Elyaz opened the lock and the car door opened. Quickly enter! Stringency.
Alamanda looked at Elyaz's face. "What else is going on with El? Why is his face so worried?" whispered the heart of Alamanda.
"Manda ...," said Elyaz without looking.
"Yes, Brother."
"Whose sweater are you wearing?"
DEG!
Alamanda felt like he was gripped by anger. That flat question showed a great deal of jealousy. He started thinking, "So, since then El has been quiet, because I wear this sweater?
"Why silence? Are you afraid I'll scold you?" Elyaz.
"Sorry, Brother. His eyes are so bright outside. So, my friend lent me this sweater." Indeed, Alamanda answered Elyaz's question with a horrified heart.
The sound of breath being violently thrown out sounded from Elyaz. "Your boyfriend? The friend you told me about? Who likes you and wants you to be her lover, right?" terka Elyaz who flocked Alamnda with many questions.
Alamanda lowered his head with his eyes flashing in an unartaneous manner. "Aren't you mad at me?"
"No! Why am I angry? Aren't you very happy to receive attention from her?"
"It's not like that, Ka-"
"Don't give up, Manda. I don't like it!"
Alamanda could only silently accept Elyaz's prejudice. "What else is my fault? I'm tired of being envied like this" muttered Alamanda.
"You still want to wear it, even after I ask? Maybe I was the one who was over-regulating and forced a lot of my will to be approved by you." Elyaz showed his displeasure once again.
Alamanda let out a long sigh, sounding a little like he was holding back a sting. Then, he just let go of the Dimas sweater he was wearing. She really wanted to cry loudly to let out her carelessness of accepting Elyaz's prejudices.
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