Gorgeous
Who is He ???
When I got home, I behaved like nothing had happened.
Then I cleaned my body from the sticky remains of wheat flour and drinks that were spilled Desi and her friends...
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"That's so red" I said staring at my back in the mirror.
The pain of the former ball splash last afternoon I can still feel. But yes, no matter how else, want to fight even the most they added again.
After cleaning everything, I do my routine to buy ingredients for my merchandise, then prepare the dough so that tomorrow morning I do not bother anymore and just fry it.
"Well, you still have money?" ask me to mama
"Still, said mamah also do not think mamah. Your sales result is just a tube" reply mamah
Mama always did, she never wanted to take money from me even though she had no money at all. It seems that rather than him asking for money from me, it was better for him to eat with salt alone.
...
(Get off to dinner)
"Pit, eat first" said mama from the dining room
"Yes ma." I said approaching
"Mr hasn't come home yet" I said upon arrival in the dining room
"Not yet" said Mamah
"Bruk" the sound of the door of the house
"Again, ah father also want to eat immediately" said my father approached us.
Then we ate together, I didn't know that my mom was watching me.
(Finished eating)
"Pit, why are your cheeks the same as your ears red" said Mama while trying to uncover my hair.
"No why napa kok mah." I replied while standing, trying to pull away the hand of mamah indirectly
"Ahhh, ordinary young man. Most of all kasmaran, he was in the same anther as a handsome guy" said the father.
"Do you know where?" I'm surprised, too
"So I bought a meal to your school deck during the break. Not intentionally see you again in the bonceng" said the father while holding his smile
"Pantesan go home with a helmet with a jacket, kirain tea has met the same thing first" said Mamah while cleaning the dining table
"Who's tea, your girlfriend?" ask dad
"What the hell is father?" I answered tightly, while hunting back to my room.
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"Oh yeah, who's that guy? What class of kids? Tomorrow, turn on his jacket" the question came, making my head feel more and more full of questions that from this morning kept coming.
"Have it, get inspired for the science competition later" I murmured in my heart.
But as long as I searched for materials and recorded the information data I needed for the science competition, the man's face was always overshadowed.
"Who he really is, what a nice guy he is. Could he be the angel God sent and he'll be gone tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? What might it be like that, as it happens in fictional movies."
All night I thought about it, until I fell asleep.
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"drrrrrd.. titititttt.. titititt.." the sound of the alarm from the phone woke me up that morning.
"Oh, God, it's been 15 minutes" I said in shock.
I hurriedly prepared the merchandise I was about to leave to Bi Sumi, then took a shower and prepared my textbook today.
"Relax, it will go on a motorcycle" said the father.
"And from work you have to walk again sir, hayu ah" take me to the Father.
"Who wants to be with you, you have been waiting, there have been 15 minutes" said the Father while glancing towards the road.
"Ah, is God really him?" ask in my heart while looking in the direction indicated by the Father.
"This is the trade, this is the bread to eat while walking" said mamah while offering what he said was bread, when it was very clear it was a 2-thousand doughnuts from the brother's shop.
"Assalamu alaikum" I said as I ran towards the man standing on his motorcycle.
"Would you grab a helmet like a jacket?" I approached him
"For a long time anyway, let's go ntar merchandise not abis know your taste" he said not so clear because covered by a full face helmet.
"Here used to be the basket, wear the same jacket as the helmet before. It is difficult to use a skirt to ride on this bike" he said while thrusting his hand.
I gave him my ladders, then got on his bike.
"Nah now hold the basket from behind" he said
"Ish.." I said
"Eh, I'm not macem-macem if this is a jatoh basket how do you want?" said.
I hesitated and ashamedly held onto my trading basket with my hands unintentionally wrapped around the man's waist.
Along the way, the two of us just kept quiet without making any sound. Maybe because he was focused on controlling the bike.
That morning was a different morning for me. So different...
What is this, what scenario did God write for me this time.
Arriving at the schoolyard, all eyes were on us. As if not believing what was going on, the people who saw us were just dumbstruck and some women seemed to be wide-eyed at the two of us.
(Parking)
"Eh you can go first?" said the man
"Can" I replied.
"First, put the helmet on the bike. I went to the teacher's room first kamarden was told to go to the teacher's room" he said, opening his helmet.
Instantly I was stunned to see that man's face, he was truly handsome. He could very well have been a popular guy at our school, but why had I never seen him before, was it because he was a poor guy like me.
"Hey, what class are you in?" the man said it woke me up from the daydream
"Eee, class 11 ipa 2" I stammered
"Yes I've been there" while running towards the elevator to the teacher's room on the 2nd floor.
"Ehhhh but .." I haven't finished throwing the question as to whose name it is, the elevator door is closed.
Back to my senses, I rushed to the cafeteria to leave my merchandise. And then I went to my class ...
"Huft.. fortunately there is no one yet" I murmured in my heart
Silence, start crowded ...
One by one my classmates came, and as usual they went straight to my desk in the back, only to cheat on PR that they had not done yesterday.
Closer to the doorbell, the man had not yet arrived.
I don't know why, I was waiting for him to come. The only thing I want to ask is what his name is and I really want to thank him.
Ah... Maybe he's embarrassed if he has to hang out with me.
"Riiiiiiiinggg.." The doorbell rang, and he did not come.
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