DON'T PICK ME!
THE JPA!#3
...“Love is not an excuse for you to side with hatred, it is not a reason for you to choose another love. Love is still it, and it is love itself"....
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Sreks ... Sreks ... Sreks ....
The rhythm of the footsteps that danced with the wild grass in the park.
“Aiss ... whose feet are so noisy?” said annoyed.
Before long Cia opened her eyes to find out the origin of the commotion that disturbed her sleep. He got up and began to sit and looked around, but all he found was the wind.
“Did I have been wrong?” muttered.
Because there was nothing he found, Cia finally returned to lay her body and returned to lying on the weeds. Moments later he began to close his retina again now heard the sound of the rhythm of the same footsteps. Suddenly this triggers the nature of the premia back. Without waiting for a long time Cia rose from her sleep and immediately screamed to make her ears pop.
“Crazy. Who would dare disturb my nap, come out now!”exclaimed Cia who had puffed her body.
After he shouted, there was no sign of someone there, there was only a greeting of the wind that was passing by. Cia was getting more annoyed because he felt deceived by someone, his unforgiving self was increasingly boiling the anger stored in him.
“Sial*an, there are the same kind of me it turns out,” he said increasingly upset.
Before long the sound of footsteps was again heard at the bottom of his ear. Cia's gaze was fixed on a bush that seemed to sway in an uncertain direction.
“It turns out hiding there him, loe will be lazy because it interferes with my nap.” umpatnya.
His footsteps began to climb the wild grass, the longer he began to approach the bushes that were moving freely before him. Slowly he stretched out his hand to open a path behind the bush, and suddenly something came out of it.
Cia was surprised when something jumped in front of her that made her fall into the ground.
“Si*a*lan, what's up and down?”
Cia surprised. With a still pale face, Cia continued to look back at the bushes because her curiosity was getting stronger. And suddenly a warm touch greeted the bottom of Cia's shoulder that was still focused on the bushes.
“Hey, what else?” said the man.
“Tip asphalt, busyet bye!" shouted Cia in shock.
Cia was shocked for the umpteenth time, and he subconsciously sent a punch to the man who patted her on the shoulder. Of course the man grimaced in pain receiving a blow from Cia.
“Auww ... Crazy loe yes," said the man.
Slowly Cia looked at the man she hit earlier and suddenly her eyes widened to see the man in front of her who was none other than her own best friend.
Bima Bagaskara who is also a student at the school, Bima Bagaskara who is often familiarly called with Bima, he is not a child of successful entrepreneurs like others. He was born as a street child who lived a kara from childhood, even so his intelligence was praised by the school until finally Papa Cia gave a scholarship to Bima. And since then Cia was friendly with Bima.
“Bima,” says Cia astonished.
Bima who was still grimacing in pain looked at Cia's face in annoyance.
“Loe crazy yes, Cia. My handsome face is bonyok because you know not!” said upset Bima.
With one eyebrow raised Cia looked at Bima with a look of wonder. “Apaan anyway, Bim. Weak to be a guy" said Cia.
“I'm not the weak one, but you're a girl too rude know no!” celoteh Bima chimed in on the word Cia.
Cia's facial features increasingly wrinkled to see the childlike behavior of Bima, even though Bima at school is an exemplary student but her life outside it is far from the word good child or example, he said, how not. Bima was the leader of thugs throughout the city and he also taught Cia how to fight for the first time when he escaped from his Papa's house. However, this secret is only known by one Cia, because every time Bima leads his group he always wears a mask that covers his face and leaves only the eyes that look sharp.
Regardless of Bima further Cia passed away just like that. “Where are you, Pris?” said Bima who had held Cia's hand.
Platc ….
Again a slap quite hard landed on Bima's handsome face. “Loe why slap me anyway?” ask Bima to wonder.
Cia raised her eyebrows while looking at Bima who was still in pain because of her slap. “Gue has said, don't call me by that name again, you know what, Bim!” cia was upset.
“OK sorry. I forgot, but I don't have to loe my slap either!” elakan Bima's.
Just a moment it made Bima blush embarrassed at him, and he just turned his face away from Cia.
“Loe why the hell, Bim. Bizarre,” he said plain.
“Nothing, I'm just a soy sauce,"
“Ou .. Yaudah I went back to class.” Cia started to walk away.
“Tumben bener loe back to class, usual also molor here,”
Cia who stepped away, immediately stopped for a moment and turned her face towards Bima.
“Gue again can be hidayah, I have to unplug first.” Cia stepped away while waving her hand at Bima.
Bima who saw it thinly while continuing to look at Cia stepped away.
“Still the same as Cia I knew first.” her inner self.
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...The Wijaya Family Residence...
The classic interior of the house is added with a combination of grayish black color adds to the luxurious and mysterious impression of a super luxurious house from the Wijaya family.
A beautiful woman was busy preparing food for dinner, she was busy chopping vegetables with the help of one of her personal assistants. Instantly the bell of the house rang loudly to make the woman immediately stop her activities and ran small to open the door directly to welcome her husband and children from school. Yes, Mrs Meriska is a mother who is very caring and caring for every member of her family. Vigorously, Madam felt open the main door while continuing to paint happiness in the look of her face.
“Welcome," he said happily.
Slowly the painting of happiness began to fade when it appeared the face of her husband who looked emotional about something. Followed by the grim look on the face of his eldest daughter and just silently bowed in shame.
“Welcome, darling. You must be tired by now. Rest first and dinner will be ready soon,"
“I go in first, and tell your two sons to meet me in the study.”
“Alright, dear.”
Seeing the expression of her husband, she understood that her two children were back to making a tantrum at school. This has become a habit of their family that is only known in the family.
Mrs Meriska took jazz and also a briefcase from her husband, then Mr. Agung went straight up the stairs to go into his room. Before long, Meriska looked at Kiki who started walking away from the main door.
“Kiki stop!” pinta Meriska's.
Kiki slowly stopped her footsteps without looking at her mother. “What's up, Ma?” said flat.
“You did it again at school? Then where's your sister, why don't you come home?” search Meriska.
“Who do you mean as my sister, that bastard? Hem .... ” chattering he while wry.
“That's what you said, Kiki. Cia is your sister and you have to accept that!”.
“Sorry, Mom. Kiki is tired today, want to rest first.”
After that, Kiki just passed away and headed for her room room while leaving Meriska in the living room. He could only sigh deeply to see his eldest daughter, turning even colder towards him.
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