Don't (Blame) Love

SESSION #2 8

During the school break, Quen sat at the cafeteria table alone, while his two friends went missing out of nowhere.

Not far from where he was sitting stood a student carrying a tray containing two baso bowls and two glasses of orange ice while watching the canteen chair.

"Sir, Juna!" Quen exclaimed, waving his hands.

With cool Juna walked towards Quen's chair.

"Only alone, huh? Where are Sinta and Bella?"

"I don't know where they were. Brother, where's his friend?"

"This, it's here." Juna placed a glass of bad ice and a bowl of baso in front of Quen.

"This, for me? It's good to be treated thanks, brother." The girl smiled as she tightened her seat on the man beside her.

For him such ordinary things he did to his sister Al, but he did not realize that Juna was just his senior, it could be because there was a sense he was so.

"It's okay at times" replied Juna acting cool.

The two enjoy the bass while sitting side by side.

"So, this was five spoons, huh?" quen asked when he first tasted the soup.

"Why? Too spicy, huh? You see, I often know that you eat a baso with five to the spoon of sambal" replied Juna nervously.

"Waah, Brother Juna attention, deh. Not rich my brother Al." Again Quen smiled coquettishly but spoiled while sticking his cheek on Juna's upper arm.

"Did your sister not know your food tastes?"

"Yes, I know. But he's a crewet." Quen laughed too.

While Juna looked with a smile, looking at the cheer of the girl next to him.

When the two were cool to eat while chatting suddenly Quen was surprised with a glass of orange ice in front of him flashing his face.

He was really shocked, and so was Juna.

"Helena, am I wrong with you?" quen asked whose face and front clothes were wet.

"I told you, right. Don't bother me and Alex again, you..."

Without waiting for the sentence Helen seleasai Quen replied by throwing a bowl of his bassinet into Helen's face.

"You're crazy, can't you see who I'm sitting with? All of Alex's contacts and social media have also been removed."

"How dare you, yes!" Helen exclaimed furiously as she felt the heat and spicy in her eyes.

The cafeteria was suddenly excited, the two girls were now the center of attention.

"Helen, already! You started first!" Juna was impatient.

Realizing that along with Quen is Juna the head of the osis, Helen did not dare to act again.

"Sister, are you defending this ganjen girl? Even from now on she's trying to seduce you, just shut up?" helen did not accept it.

"Nobody seduced, Quen was like my own brother, you go."

"You must've brainwashed all your friends into siding with you, right?" helen said no while pointing at Quen.

"Why am I tired of brainwashing our high school students? Less work, what? What needs to be brainwashed, you! That's if you have brains!" Quen exclaimed as he left the canteen.

"Quen, how are your clothes wet."

"It's okay, brother. I didn't wear my sweatshirt just now" Quen replied as he continued to step up.

"But..."

"It's safe while my daleman is not wet" replied Quen from Nyeplos without noticing who he was talking to.

While Juna was silent, he could not speak anymore, hearing Quen's final response, which was too Vulgar.

*****

After changing clothes, Quen felt a vibration in the pocket of his uniform skirt.

'With your prilak like that, you're the same as looking for trouble with me, just watch out. I'm not making your life calm.'

Without even investigating Quen can guess, because all this time he did not have a single enemy.

But he didn't think about it.

He also walked to his class. Although he was interrogated with the teacher, but he still allowed him to study. While Helen, it seems she did not complain to BP teachers. Until the hour he was not called.

Outside the school gate, he saw his papa's car stopping there. With a srgera he crossed the road approaching him.

"Hello, honey," said Vano as her daughter sat at the wheel.

"Tumben Papa wants to get Quen home." The girl shakes a hand kissing the back of Vano's right hand and then continues both cheeks.

"There is free time for Papa, lately, papa rarely has time for you," replied Vano began to turn on the engine.

"Bah, to the dudu mini market, yes. Quen's really thirsty, huh."

"Ok, we just stop in front of it, okay?"

About a hundred meters Vano stops at a minimarket left of the road. So, Quen doesn't have to cross the street anymore.

Vano waited long enough for Quen not to appear, already past fifteen minutes. Should have come back from earlier if only buy cold drinks or the same snack.

Feeling that something was wrong, he decided to leave.

It turns out that sure enough, in addition to the mini market, her daughter is like dealing with her age.

Vano looked at the expression of the five children surrounding her daughter as if they were bulliying.

"Hey, what's up, this?" yell Vano.

"Hehms... It turns out your stash om, huh?" ledek one of them while laughing demeaningly at Quen.

Luckily Vano was close to them, if not. Quen must've punched the kid, Helen.

"Darling, do you have a need with your friends?"

"They're mentally ill, not my friend, Pah." Quen walked past his friends to his papa.

Once in the car Vano asked about her being bullied by the five girls, who are also High School children.

"What's your problem with them?"

"Nothing, Pah." Quen did not dare to look at his papa.

"When did you learn to lie?"

"Actually one of them is looking for trouble first. But, since he's the leader of the gank, that's it, bring troops."

Vano silently watched her daughter, seeing that she was not lying.

"Yes, you don't act first, do you?" vano said as he ruffled Quen's whip.

In the eyes of Vano his daughter is a soft and feminine girl figure, not imagined by him, behind the elegance of his appearance he was even worse than his mother when High School used to be.

***

"Helen, you were careless, that was his papa, Quen. Whoops!" say one of them.

"Win, you know where?" ask Helen to Tika.

"Many say that Quen's father is handsome and macho" Tika jawan.

"And again, Quen called him papa. Didn't you hear?" tika again.

Helen was silent for a moment, she grew increasingly resentful of hearing the name Quen mentioned.

Quen rarely posts pictures of himself and his family on social media. Even if they are on vacation, only the objects in the photo. It can be a place, food or feet that wear shoes or sandals though. By hastag with whom he goes for a walk or a vacation.

Maybe if he wants to put up his picture, he could be a gram. In addition to smart beautiful, also often traveling. However, this was not allowed by his mother.