High School Time

Where's CPU?

After all, Angga can hear what Givan said when their distance is not so close.

"Lo break what's eating anyway? Vegetable horse brains?" echa asked Givan with both eyebrows linked and a serious face. "Omongan lo prancing prancing so much!"

Givan smiled slightly. "Lo himself ate what? Eat heart? I look---"

"Stop!" Echa put her index finger in front of Givan's mouth. Stop her before Givan talks about Kaivan or Dita interrupting his break time. "By the way, my CPU's unplugged and jejelin into your mouth."

Hearing that Givan chuckled.

Although it clearly sounded like what serious threat this Echa said, she did not feel threatened. Not at all.

Perhaps for Givan, Echa's backstabbing was entertainment for him.

"Gue said this again," Givan was even lightheartedly flirting. "Where's CPU?"

Echa clucked hard.

Ah, goddamn. This guy, indeed the intention to make Echa look like a raging bagong.

"Sana ah, back to your place!" Echa patted the side of Givan's arm. "Dreams. Very cool indeed you lure the soul of his lambe lambe Angga tempestuous!" Echa riding. "Well, how do you feel about gosipin?"

The question made Givan ask himself. Yeah, Givan is a guy who likes to be gosipin? No, his taste is not.

Since when did he become like this? Whereas in the past what Givan always did in school was just learning, and already. That'sthat's all.

Givan doesn't care about other people, doesn't care about what people do or experience.

But, now? See, she's squatting, taking care of it or flirting? - the girl who points to her discord is clear.

Why would Givan do this?

"Get."

"What the hell?" Echa has focused on the computer, opened the application and started composing basic tools.

"Why am I starting to freak out, change?"

Hearing that, Echa turned her eyeballs. "It's really weird. Just realized?" After acting like a possessed person in the sense of changing impromptu. Now the talk is even bouncing where, like a prancing horse prancing.

"Why is that?"

Lah, use it again. "It doesn't know." Echa gave an unhelpful response.

"What might-" Givan's hanging words make Echa turn her head "Because lo?" Givan doubtful. "Lo's a real nuisance, but why do I like being bullied?"

Whahuh? Is this getting stuck?

"Do you want to disrupt my life?"

Ouch.

Tau no? In that situation, instead of looking at Givan late, the Echa eyeball direction reflex points to ... where to try?

To Angga dong?

Echa immediately glared at Angga who was breathing in and preparing for--

"DHARMAWANGSA MANGO! YOU SAY ONCE AGAIN, I INJECTED LO YA'S MOUTH!"

***

Echa's sick, so she's not going to school today. Givan knew from Aunt Maya this morning, when going to leave Aunt Maya approached her while leaving her license.

Only Echa was not present in the class today, but somehow the class felt like losing a few people at the same time, feeling lonely.

Every chance Givan's eyes always steal the lyrics back, to the empty Echa bench today.

And the day without Echa just passed.

That's Zia, my dear friend Echa.

Givan did not ask, just stared at her.

"What loss would you have if you said the same to me? Ask the cake, why?" cetus Zia who was already standing in front of him.

"Why?"

"tag." Zia breathed out a loud breath and then moved to the front of her backpack, leaving out some books. "Echa is stupid, make him no difference to learn equally. But, at least something passes through his brain if he writes material that is too late today."

Zia gave up all the books in her bag to Givan. "Please give this to Echa, please. In the simple on the doorstep is also not papa." said Zia who is pessimistic will be rejected his request for help. "Later I tell you Echa. About it I can't go to Echa today, my cat is bawahir and Alkana, he also there is need. While if I photoin his material one and sent in the chat, surely he will immediately delete. So please, anterin my book to Echa, huh? You're going to have the house in front of Echa so that's it."

Givan just looked at the book and shook his head. "Weight," his words responded to Zia's long words.

"IS THAT A BIT STINGY LO?!" Zia couldn't bear to not yell then clucked loudly. "Take note of your kindness today, I will bales in the afterlife."

Givan smiled slightly. "Should it be a book? Why my book?"

"Huh?" Zia immediately blinked.

"The goal is to let Echa know what she learned today, right?"

With a cengo face, Zia nodded. He was still digesting Givan's words before his deciphering of his one.

"My book is. I'll go to her house, teach her how to do the formula."

Zia was made lost by Givan's unexpected words.

"O, okay, " said Zia while putting her book back into the bag. "Lo can be trusted, right?"

Givan nodded. "Gue's going to his house."

"Well?" zia asked with a suspicious look. "No longer intend PDKT with his mother, right? Aunt Maya still has a husband."

"If it's the same Echa?" givan asked making Zia frown. "He has no husband."

***

In a room that felt stuffy because the curtains and windows were not open all day, in her thick blanket, Echa was still curled up with a jacket and socks wrapped in her body. She hugged her boba doll and closed her eyes.

Since last night Echa shivered to cold, while Mother said her body temperature was hot. Mommy slept in her room last night, and this morning Mommy said when Echa woke up because she had to eat breakfast and take medicine, said her last night Echa much messed up.

Echa was still lazing lazily wrapped around in her blanket when she heard the sound of the door opening in the sound of the Mother's voice.

"Here you go, it's like he's awake."

Echa guessed perhaps Zia, who used to always come home when Echa was sick, to help her record the material left behind.

"Later to paint the material, I'm a photocopy" said Echa in a raucous voice.

"Say, you have to write yourself so that someone passes in your brain."

Wait sound.

Not Zia.

Echa immediately opened her eyes, uncovered her blanket, and woke up.

He was really surprised - which he could somehow describe again - when he saw Givan in his room. The vow?

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