Don't Love me

Daily Notes

'Males went to school, on the bed lay down.' In his heart.

Cring, cring, cring.

His face was covered in pillows, ringing alarms kept ringing and disturbing him. Gres is forced to wake up with his last expression, hoping that Hafis forgets his plans yesterday. Not able for him a class with the most ignorant people, especially MB, not to mention Cery who continues to watch him secretly.

Until in front of the gate Gres hid behind the wall, glancing to and fro with both eyes glaring. He heaved a sigh of relief, finally the guy who terrorized him was invisible. Just as he stroked his chest, someone pulled his bag from behind looking at him slowly.

"You!" Shouted Gres gasped in surprise.

"It's me, come!" The jolt of Hafis pulling his bag from behind made Gres walk backwards following his steps.

'If you know this, why do I leave during the day. I should have been more dexterous.' Inner Gres.

Teeet, teeet, teeet.

The bell sounds. Hundreds of children entered their respective classes, silence began to envelop the outside of the school. A few more steps they will soon enter the MB class, but Gres wants to run forget it! His strength will not be able to exceed the guy who continues to drag him.

Until having to walk backwards like a tiger who is in a state of danger, in the classroom were girls gossiping, there are others busy making traps. Deliberately spilled the power glue on my teacher, he said the killer teacher MTK lessons are very very boring.

Accusations of pen-maling even though it costs 2 thousand rupiah, but almost a tonjok-hump, the atmosphere there was silent like a statue without any noise at all. They glanced at Hafis entering the class, and it turned out that he was the head of the class.

Pulling Gres' bag forward, their gazes turned extremely sharp looking at him.

"He's no stranger to you," Hafis looked at the furious Cery, "from now on he's in class with us,"

Everyone is talking about Gres.

"Nobody bothers her, pranks her, cuts her skirt and locks her in the bathroom." Continuing words.

Unable to be patient any longer Cery stepped forward staring furiously at Gres, seeing him like that Hafis immediately hid Gres' body behind him. Had a bad feeling about it.

"Lo what the hell! Bring this crazy chick here! Not worth it with him. Hear it!" Jerit Cery objected to the class president's decision.

"Gue knew, he was the one who fought back because of his bravery. Therefore I priced him and put him here, so you just shut up," said Hafis facing Cery.

The atmosphere suddenly warmed up.

THE CLUCK!

A handsome man opened the door, they fell silent again when they saw MB entering the room. Gres looked back in shock, himself with MB so close.

MB stepped up after staring at Gres seriously. The girl could only duck when she looked at him.

Sitting casually opening the sheets of his novel book, everyone in the classroom fell silent on their respective benches. They understand that MB not asking means she agrees with what really happened.

Can't take it anymore, Cery wants his plan to destroy Gres' life. Now more ambitious.

Hafis pulled Gres' hand, they sat side by side. He did it so they wouldn't bother this poor girl, all day Gres couldn't lift his head. Still feels foreign about her whereabouts in that class.

Mr. Selamet Mtk teacher can not enter because of illness, as his name Selamet always survived the mischief of his students. The bench was moved to the back.

He said the beautiful and sexy teacher was about to enter the classroom, a simple welcome to him who this jail boy we call Teri. Wh why? Because his kejailan has become part of his life, his name is Alvaro Monoir. Cool his name, but his calling was adapted to his charity and deeds.

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Every time he came home from school, Gres continued his activities, entering the Happy restaurant at work. Just now he wanted to change clothes but was called his boss, how surprised he was to see Cery smiling cunningly.

"He's the guy!" Shouted Cery, until everyone inside the restaurant noticed him.

"Gres, you fired me!" Shouted Mr. Boss.

Gres's eyes were rounded, his eyebrows bent and his eyes flushed almost in tears.

"But sir, what's my fault?" gres asked with a line of pain to hold back the cry.

The Boss looked at Cery, followed by Gres.

"Sir, whatever he says. Don't believe it, he boasted "

"I'm not going to fire you without proof and reason" Mr. Boss said in a photo he saw when Gres slapped MB, "this is the proof, and the reason you're not worth working here. With that kind of attitude you can't tolerate anymore, this is your last paycheck. Please get out of here!"

Take his last salary. Going to hold back the crying but can not be contained anymore, that is all that can finance his life. Walk across the street without looking left to right again. The car slowly approached towards him.

Gres yelling. "YESY!" He was hit and then passed out.

Everyone who saw the incident ran up to him, his passengers told them to pick up and bring the girl into the car. His head lay on the lap of a pulmonary woman, not until the hospital Gres subconsciously held his head.

"Thank God, let me help you" he said, helping Gres sit down.

"I exist, where?" gres looked at him.

"In the car, we're heading to the hospital" he replied meekly.

"Hospital, no mistress. Please put me down here, I want to go home," pinta Gres, reasoned because it was very inconvenient.

The woman tried to calm him down because his temple was bleeding.

"Anter's mom, huh? Don't dismiss this as a form of my apology,"

After taking a moment, finally agreed and Gres could only nod.

"Where, your house?"

Gres pointed his way, to Mr. Driver not long after they arrived.

"Mrs come with me, the mistress will be surprised to see my home decor. My friend who made this house worth living in, and very nyam- "

His words stopped when he saw his house being destroyed with the Excavator, surprised to see this fact he cried while falling on the ground. Severe shock, just half an hour ago fired and have not had time to accept the reality. Now his house is suddenly destroyed.

"NOOOO!" Shouted Gres almost close to the crushing machine, but blocked by Mr. Driver, the mother of the lungs. 

Without any knowledge, they could do this to him. Gres began to lose consciousness for the umpteenth time he was tired of suddenly falling unconscious, unconscious.

A few hours later, he noticed that his eyes were beginning to blink. Rubbing his eyes several times, his goods neatly arranged in a large and luxurious room.

Waking up around his super luxurious room. "I've never seen a room like this before" began to confuse myself, "wait a minute, instead of just fainting. Aye! Keep losing part-time jobs, home! I'm ingetting now,"

Instantly Gres's face was bent instantly turned moody. "How is it possible, the house that has been destroyed so grand and luxurious," Gres snorted resignedly. "I must be just a dream."

Someone entered his room without him knowing, because he was still dizzy with the circumstances around.

"It's all real baby" exclaimed the woman as she approached him.

"Miss, so I'm at the hostess' house?" gres looked at him.

"Yes right." Answer with a smile.

"Thank you, I'll be out of here soon. I must've been a lot of trouble, and my stuff- "

"You live here,"

Gres jumped in shock.

"Mother does not want to hear any reason from you, anti-rejection, do not call me Madam but Mother, and if you need something say to the chief servant here," took a slow breath, "understand!"

"understand." He looked towards the butler who was beside the owner of the house.

Mother left Gres out of her room, she began to get dizzy with her current state. A little sleep, sit down, lie down, and finally open the window door. He stuck his neck out next to his room.

"YESY!" Shouted Gres slapping his own cheek, "not a dream?" he grimaced in pain while holding onto his cheek which he had just slapped.

The view from out there was so beautiful, he was on the top floor of the house.

Author :

I was hoping I could meet him, because my chat was just bales.

Eeeh, even confide ....

See you, next part ➡