His wife, Mr Guru ?
Fall in love
ARCHAIC
Arka sat herself in a chair. Without a word coming out of her mouth, Shania left just like that. The attitude he always takes when he is at a crossroads, the human attitude that a teenager shows if he feels surprised, confused and does not know what to say is to switch the conversation and leave.
"Give me a chance,"
He remembered all his previous attitudes towards Shania. He does deserve it, being a second option (second choice), as he used to do with Shania. But if in this case he doesn't deserve a second chance.
She's right, Shania's right...Arka had lost her own words, the girl had managed to make this mature man beg for the first time to a woman.Even to Alya he did not bother like this, he did not bother, it was the woman who begged him. Alya ?? sure enough, he didn't even deserve to remember that woman. Shanianya is not like a woman like Alya.
"Is it that easy for you to replace the position of the mas with your mind Sha, what hurts so much the rejection and attitude of the mas against you first ?"
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"Sha, oper !!" pekik Melan waved both of his hands straight above.
Shania mendribble the ball reverses the opponent and,
Shoot !
The ball was received by Melan, but failed to be executed by him. Shania can predict that, the girl did not wait for a long time and chased back the ball, executing it into a point. That's the advantages of Shania that are not owned by other students fellow members of basketball exkul, maybe even children basketball in this city.
A round of applause and loud screams were fixed for him from the sidelines, where the spectators, fellow members of the basketball team and the coach were.
"Perfect !!!! Shania got it mah, "cried Naran, Cakra smiled at it.
"Shania didn't sign up for Dyspora ?" ask Naran.
"List rich, not maybe !" answer Cakra rubbing the sweat with his little towel.
Shania sat on the sidelines, cooling down with the others, listening to the explanations of Mr. Nirwa and ka Gema, their coach.
The sky increasingly displays the color of the orange, the sign of the day increasingly drown the sun to return to the contest.
"Sha, who's back ?" ask Cakra.
"Ekhemm..ekhem.." Deheman his friend by some means.
"Throat drag sir Hajj ? drink the water !" seloroh Shania on Naran.
"Can ae si Sha, " replied Naran clumsily.
"Gue turned herself Cak, "Shania sipped some drinking water from her 1-liter tumbler.
"Do you want anther? it was afternoon !"
"Get it, thank you..."
A car enters the school parking lot. Without the driver coming out, Shania knows who's in there.
"Oh yeah, "looks disappointed with Cakra, but it's better that way. Shania had already rejected Cakra many times. However, this young man was still chasing after him.
"Eh you guys first, I still have a little business !" shania said to her friend. The girl was waiting until the situation was quiet. He walked towards the car that had just parked, and opened the car door handle next to the driver, then got into it.
"Why are you here ?" ask Shania.
"Fetch you, "
"But motor Sha how's it going ?" point it at the motor matic a million people, who are waiting for the owner to sit on the seat and take him to the road.
"Died, just leave it at Mr. Yono's house, " replied Arka.
Mr. Yono is the school guard, his home is right next to the back of the school.
"You wait here for a moment," Arka asked for Shania's motor key, he immediately took Shania's motorbike to Mr. Yono's residence.
"Eh, there's Arka sir !" exclaimed Mr. Yono, a middle-aged man whose hair is partly gray was enjoying coffee in the afternoon on the terrace of the house.
"Oh sir, whose bike is that? I think I know !" he knitted his eyebrows together to see Shania's black motor matic.
"Shania sir, "
"Oh yes, neng Shania !" he shouted while nodding his head remembering it.
"Where's Nania's Feng sir ?" ask Mr. Yono.
"There sir, I inter.kasian already afternoon home alone," Arka parked the bike Shania aga in the yard of Mr. Yono's house.
"Here you go sir, "permit Arka.
"Monggo sir, just calm down. It is safe here, the key is taken home, sir, " replied Mr. Yono.
"Thank you sir, " replied Arka.
Shania was still with her own mind, just a few hours ago, Arka said a sentence that was able to make her entire body stung by electricity. Ask him for a chance.
"Don't think too much, later you stress, "alloh Arka with her plywood face.
"What the hell mas, think whatever !" he turned his eyes out of the window to his left.
"Where are you taking me ?" ask Shania.
"The last time we opened a branch in Daan Mogot, we're there !" bring him.
His eyebrows shot up, "but Sha hasn't had a bath, still a gini dry ! stinks anyway !"
"You're beautiful, you smell good. Don't overdo it, later others like it, mas don't want to have a rival !" arka's answer makes the natural hue work perfectly on Shania's cheeks.
"Since when did guru killer become a gini crocodile ? " ask Shania, maybe the car AC alone will not be enough to cool the heat that emanates from her face and heart. Shania should be in the ocean in the Pacific ocean where the water is ice-cold to soak the same sea lion.
Arka chuckled as she turned her steering wheel, pulling the car out of the school parking lot.
Along the way there was no meaningful conversation between the two, busy with their respective minds. Unlike usual, the chatty Shania, this girl just plays and twists the ring around her ring finger, the white gold ring that Arka pinned a few months ago.
"Button's speech was not too thoughtful, you just focus on the selection later and your exam."
Shania turned her head to listen well, then she lowered her head.
"Mas, Shania is so evil !" he began to open his voice, playing the end of his black basketball jersey accented red.
Arka glanced towards Shania.
"Evil ?" Arka repeats Shania's words with her eyebrows raised next to her.
"Mas Kala thought about the future of our household, while I was busy thinking to myself, "he lowered his head even more to hold back something that was starting to melt.
"Maybe it will be easy if I did not try to find attention mas Kala, if at that time I did not go into the teacher's toilet, mas ga will not be this difficult. At that time I gave this opportunity to Alya, not run away. And the mass will be with the woman who.." before Shania uttered even more painful sentences to herself.
"Shhhh !!" Arka gently rubs the covered shoulders of the jacket. This man pulled the car over.
This will be the next time, Arka pulls Shania and hugs her little wife, providing protection, warmth, and comfort like the arms of mother and father.
"So bad Sha, selfish Sha, sorry" he said, muffled in the chest of the Ark field, his lips were not even able to kiss Shania's sweet potato.
"You don't have to let go of your mind, mas who will follow. You will wait until you are ready. Your happiness, happy mas. Your desire is also," although now he has to sacrifice his dream home life again, but it's worth it if it can make his little wife happy. This is what is called being in love, willing to sacrifice, even if Shania asks him to jump into the bottom of the abyss, he will happily come along, to see Shania happy.
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