Injuries in the Family

Chapter 10

Though the food that filled the tray was still a lot, I chose to seclude myself to the library to find a new book to enter while Aqila chose to go to class doing tasks that she had not done at home.

Aisle after aisle I went to find the place of the latest novel, the instructions of the library keeper said that the new bookshelf was on shelf 6. So not far away I stepped, the shelves available in the library consisted of 25 shelves lined with 3 large cabinet shelves. It is quite extensive, this prestigious and expensive school also always updates the latest books every week and month.

I found the book I wanted to read, I climbed the stairs consisting of 2 footings there.

"Tere liye." I muttered with a smile after getting the name of the creator of the book.

Nadine went straight down, and chose to read it there without a seat. Sheet by sheet he read, without realizing there was someone sitting next to him. After looking, Nadine was surprised.

"To Rangga!" my cry holds the chest that the heart almost wants to dislodge.

Rangga smiled. There is a sense of discomfort nearby, all the women who incidentally admire Rangga will definitely stick to him and me? No, I'm very uncomfortable.

I chose to get up and walk towards the empty table, ka Rangga then sat in front of me. A single voice can be reprimanded, and these lips are eager to expel it but cannot because this library must not be spoken.

The fixed look continued to look at me, I chose to cover my face with the book I was reading until finally the bell rang the man continued to follow me to the front of the class.

"To Rangga!" reprove me slowly.

The man even smiled, a smile that was so sweet that anyone melted to see that smile.

"Why the hell are you? What's up?" ask me a little sewot.

I know some of the students in the class saw the two of us in front of the classroom door, including Aqila.

"When you get home from school, yuk?" bring him.

Nadine who heard that widened her eyes.

"Sorry you, I work." I refuse smooth.

"Ga need to work! I'm the boss and later I will say the same Mr. Husin, if you have a day off."

Nadine who heard that was only speechless, she glanced at Aqila who slightly looked at the door slit then nodded her head. I slightly flicked my lips and gawked, this was only the first time I had missed work other than permission and pain.

"Where, hm?"

I stared at her smooth face, her smile making me focus wrong. I nodded my head as a sign of agreement.

"OK, I'll pick you up at 2pm..."

"In front of the rose stop." I said quickly.

The man nodded, and before he left suddenly scrambled the top of my head which made the woman inside the class scream.

I also entered the classroom, there is a bad taste with the situation now. A Rangga invites Nadine who is just an ordinary person like a fortune they think. But not for a Nadine, who thinks like there is something that makes a Rangga approach her.

"What the hell, I don't have any feelings. It's just strange, why from yesterday the man was always just mengedeketin me." said Nadine.

"That's a sign you are interesting in the eyes of ka Rangga, rarely the woman who schools here was invited to go with him."

It is rare, because once caught by Tasya, surely the woman immediately acts to threaten to stay away from her lover. I just sighed, looking at the teacher who had entered the classroom to start the correspondence lesson for an hour and a half.

My mind so continues to drift, where did you take me to go? Why should I accept his invitation? Ah, stupid! I should have just refused, not agreed!

The need to be present continued to make me become unfocused with the lessons taught until the bell went home. I chose to take an angkot just to pick up Hanasya, this time I made sure it would not be too late to pick up the eleven-year-old boy.

Arriving at the elementary school, the gate was still closed and some parents waiting in front of it made me occupy one of the benches close to the school gate. Elite school, super duper nice make a special dwelling parents who pick up without a vehicle.

The doorbell rang at exactly 1pm, and Hanasya and I rushed home in an online taxi. Nadine's routine every day is like this. The distance from Hanasya school with a house of about 15 minutes, I did not see Sarita welcoming her daughter who was likely the woman was leaving and besides the driver was not in the garage.

"You clean up, keep napping Hana." said I rubbed Hanasya's cheek, and saw the tired face of the boy. If you look around the height is almost the same as me.

The boy finally went to his room above, I also rushed to clean up because the clock perched on the wall had shown at half-two in the afternoon.

It only took me 15 minutes to continue to choose a suitable shirt, to drop the choice of long-sleeved clothes with dusty pink, long leggings, and long leggings, the hair that I had stitched but I clamped between the middle using a small butterfly clamp, and a small bag of sashes.

It was the first time I walked with a man other than Iqbal, the man who had always accompanied me from childhood until now so that I was not too close to any man.

Nadine looked at her already neat body wrapped in clothes, there was a sense of beating her heart faster than usual. Shortly Nadine came down from above, before looking into Hanasya's room which turned out that the child had slept with a blanket.

"Eh non Nadine.."

I looked at bi Imah, the old woman smiled and looked at me from top to bottom. Usually if you go to work is not like this, and bi Imah is very memorized.

"Non, want to go to work?" tanyakanya.

Nadine shook her head, "G-gini bi, I want to go with friends-"

"Den Iqbal?" the serobot that made me spontaneously shake my head.

"Bi's friend, it's me just getting close. Aunty please don't tell me you're going home before me."

Bi Imah just smiled and nodded, he rubbed my shoulder and told me to hurry because Nadine looked rushed.

Online objects that are already in front of the fence of the house were directly to climb, from the house to the front of the complex was quite about 5 minutes using the motor. Arriving in front of the stop, I did not see the whereabouts of Rangga there which made me wait at the stop.

At exactly 2 p.m., a large motorbike stopped in front of the stop. The smile that came up made me bow, a word that made me very blush with praise.

"Beautiful..."

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