Call Love to Tone

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It's been a few weeks since they came home from Mother's Orphanage. And the two people who visit the parlour now seem to not know each other. Gibran who was quite confused how to deal with the cold girl finally difficult to be able to chat casually again with Nada. Moreover, the tone is quite apathetic with the guys, making Gibran more difficult to mengedeketin him.

Gibran who did not realize that he had liked the tone from the beginning, often angry angry unclear, because of the tone so many male fans.

How not to try a lot, if under his desk is just so full of gifts, chocolates, flowers, even to love letters. And it didn't happen once twice. But very often to the point of not counting by the fingers.

And what makes Gibran more and more often frenetic, it is because of the Tone that always imbues all the gifts. Yes, the gift does not like to be thrown away. Oh, unless something's thrown out that's letters. It must have been thrown away.

That day Gibran again saw Nada who again entered the gifts of his admirers into the totebag he brought. Make no mistake, Gibran was writing his lyrics. He wouldn't dare to look directly at it.

The tone felt that someone was watching him, immediately turned to the right and to the left. But he didn't find out who was watching him. Because Ghibran who directly pura mandangin classroom door.

Finally, he just finished, because he thought it was not important. Then Nada glanced at her watch, and because it had not entered the lesson time, it was still about fifteen minutes away. He chose to leave class.

Gibran who was squirming the tone out, unconsciously followed him instead. What the hell am I... Why did I follow him?? inner Gibran.

After seeing Nada sitting in the school garden chair, Gibran was more curious to see Nada who even played on her phone. But Ghibran thought maybe Nada was chatting with his friends again.

Gibran lurked behind him, for fear of being discovered. And after arriving behind the seat occupied by Nada, he also ngedengerin Nada who again spoke himself...

Not deng, but talking about cell phones. 🤣 🤣 🤣

From the back it appears that the tone again ngusap the screen of the phone. The ghibran instantly knew that Nada again looked at the person on the screen with a longing gaze. But Gibran can't see whose picture it is?

"If you're still the same me.. Will everything be the same now? Why the hell..I can not even a little bit of memgelupain lo? Fucking elo!! You prefer to leave me, when I really love you.

Are you satisfied to make me suffer like this? You know it... I am sincere with you. Butwhy?? Why did you leave my side? What's my fault ama elo?? What's?!".

Those words shot out from the mouth of Tone. The ghibran heard it.. Erroneous, he meant nagging, a little distrustful.

He clenched his hand. He also wondered, who is this jerk guy who can usually leave a girl in front of him.

Even Gibran was looking at Nada's slightly shaky shoulder, a sign that she was again in grief. I want Gibran to nyodorin his shoulder for the place where Nada leaned.

He really wants to know the name of the guy who has made a broken heart, so he can hit until battered. But until now Nada did not also mention his name.

Gibran heard Nada speaking again..

"Lo once said to me.. No matter what happens, I always have to smile. Because for elo, the smile of the cave is the most beautiful thing for you.

Butwhy?? Why does Lo have to be the jerk that left me and broke my heart?! why do you have to be the one to break my carefree smile?

But unfortunately, I can't hate you, I can't. Whenever I would never hate you. I just wish you could be by my side again. Even if I knew, you would never come back.

That will never be possible... You're just gonna be there looking for me to be okay..."

The talk came to a sudden halt, as the phone in Nada's pocket vibrated.

He immediately grabbed the phone, and picked up a call that turned out to be from Mita.

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" It's in the garden."

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" Yes, I'm going to class now."

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"Why the hell...lo it can always guess the cave that is again like a gini?!" nada keliatan.

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"Who's crying anyway?"

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"Gue's thirsty, so my voice is hoarse."

"Lo mah so much suspicious an awful lot."

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"Emang lo see my dream? I'm thinking no more!"

Gibran who was still behind him immediately laughed ngedenger Nada's speech just now.

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"Gue was sincere Mit."

Gibran snorted inwardly, why try kangen the same bastard guy!! Inwardly

"Lo crazy, Mit! Send me there! Do you want me to remember old wounds again?"

"It's up to you! The cave is always wrong in your eyes."

"I'm going to class." Nada finally broke the phone.

After putting his phone in his pocket, he immediately stood up and turned around. Yes, behind there are still Gibran who faithfully daydreamed because of their chatter.

Tone stared flatly at the man in front of him.

"Lo nguping?!" the question is full of emphasis.

Gibran who again daydreams shocked horrified Nada's voice. Moreover, the tone intonation is like an emotionless, as if you do not like anyone nguping, not flat and expressionless as usual. Even though he kept a flat face.

Gibran, who was nervous because he was discovered, immediately took a swing to bring out the millipede. He tried to run and run away.

But Nada immediately pulled the collar of her uniform.

"Elo nguping?! answer me!" snapped it. It was different when they went to Panti at that time.

Gibran suddenly shuddered in horror. "No, I'm not nagging. I'm passing by, keep looking. So I wanted to samperin and you were talking on the phone again. Sueran.." said Gibran timidly...

The refrigerator master was afraid of the same girl.. Wow wow. if Rangga knows, this is definitely yes. He will surely be on his own.

The tone chose to immediately remove its pull. He swerved towards the Ghibran. While leaving he threatened Gibran.

"Until I said earlier no one knows other than lo.. beware lo ya!"

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Hay hay...... My dear readers...

Sorry yak, yesterday the author was not up, not for what, but the author's phone is lowbat. So sorry for that.... But now the author of the belly can replace not up yesterday yak.

Please readers, please stay in the footsteps... Because the author saw, which entered the list of favorites quite a lot, but who like it a little. Huwaaaaaa 😭 😭 😭. Actually want to cry, but not be deng. 🤣

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