Dupus

Chapter VIII

Something strange this morning. Mama who usually does not care about breakfast, is now suddenly busy snacking on food at the dinner table. I'm sure this is worse than yesterday's news? Am I going to be left alone now? Ditelantarin?

I pull one of the chairs and sit while watching Mama who painstakingly nuangin fried rice to the plate and surrender to me with a smile. Mama why, anyway? I swear, I don't feel good.

"Eat, Lis," said Mama to me who cengo.

Slowly I started eating, while still paying attention to the behavior of Mama. With a big smile, he sat down and ate. Why does this feel weird? In fact, this was supposed to happen.

"We're not moving on."

Degh's!

Rice that I have not chewed I have to swallow so. I quickly drank the water in front of me.

"Huh!?"

Mama smiled again. And to me it's terrible.

"We're not moving, Papa you're coming with us here,"

For what? Papa's moving here? I think my mom is suspicious.

"No pretending?"

"Did mom ever lie?"

Okay, I believe. My smile came up. Everything will be fine, I won't be leaving my school here, and Faiz and Rajaf.

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"Throw the ball, Iz."

"Udahan, huh. We'll catch the teacher, will you?"

Rajaf scratched his nape. I laughed slowly at their behavior. Faiz and Rajaf played basketball in class. My friends are none of their country because it is a habit. Sometimes I come, too, but now I'm lazy. They both finally walked up to me.

"Have you eaten?" ask Rajaf to me.

"Udah, really."

Faiz just threw his basketball into the back corner and into me. "Gue same Rajaf going to the cafeteria, nih. Class is still jamkos."

"He'eh. That's what we're going to be first."

Uh, I was left? Just let them walk I immediately shouted. They glanced up while raising eyebrows.

"Come on."

Yes. I ran away and took my place between them. The three of us walk by the hands of Rajaf hugging me.

"Jaf, your hands are conditioned dong, heavy geez." I immediately released Rajaf's hand. Faiz chuckles.

"That's so, lo, same me."

I drew Rajaf's nose. "Gruby."

Faiz laughing.

"Three of you!"

OMG! I'm crouching my feathers. The three of us suddenly turned into statues. Trouble's coming!

We turn our bodies while we cry. Five meters ahead there is Mr. Broto with a thick mustache and his bald head is looking at the three of us.

Mr. Broto the road is approaching. Her distended stomach was clearly printed behind her blue shirt. My heart is racing, this is not falling in love as long as you know.

"Kabur, yuk, run away" whispered Rajaf to my left.

"Don't, ****," replied I whispered as well.

I bite my lips. Mr. Broto stopped right in front of me.

"Where are you guys going?" Mr. Broto's voice boomed.

The three of us look at each other. Mr. Broto's sharp gaze leads to me.

"Here we go to the toilet, sir" replied Rajaf.

I'm the same Faiz diem-diem brow. Basic ****.

"You going to the toilet? You," He pointed at me. "You boys?" Heh? What kind of question is that? I shook my head.

"Take these of you. You three come with me!" Mr. Broto turned around.

"Where, Sir?" The three of us asked the same question.

"Pick up your presents" replied Mr. Broto and walked again.

The three of us looked at each other again. Die me!