JUNIOR
part 6's
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“Gue husband lo!” saga replies, kicking Vana's body in the locked door of the apartment.
Vana grimaced, when her back was hit by the door leaf. Meronta tries to untie Saga's check on both of her shoulders, but her strength is not enough, to fight the man.
“Letasin me! I want to go!” he said with a voice that shook withholding the cry. No. gabe. She she mustn't cry in front of that breng*ek guy.
“Kalo I said no, yes no! You want me to be rude?!” Instead of letting go of his check on Vana's shoulder, Saga clutched him even more violently.
Spotlight sharp eyes not separated at all from the bead of Vana's eyes that have been glazed and reddened.
“Lo no rights, make me chat! Leasin!”
Plaque!
A single powerful slap landed on Vana's smooth cheek, after the woman yelled violently slapping Saga's hand from her shoulder.
“Bare ya lo, my snapping, ha?” grin Saga, but this time with a slow volume.
“Lo can't go!” After saying those words, Saga sat down roughly Vana's body on the floor, then passed up one by one the download of the stairs to get to her room.
Vana was sitting limp, leaning against the wall next to the main door of the apartment. Holding his throbbing cheek, and his very sore waist, because he slammed violently earlier.
“Pa .. I want to go home,” the flow of tears, still with the hand that holds the cheek.
For a long time the woman sat on the floor, crying until the hour had shown at 23:10.
Groped his pants pocket, looking for the flat object he had previously put in his jeans pocket. Just realized, that his phone was also taken by Saga.
“Sial! I'm too stupid!” the damage to yourself.
Slowly the woman stood up from her seat and limped up the download of the stairs, to her room next to the Saga canal.
Arriving in the minimalist room, Vana sat her body on the bed.
The net stopped at one point, namely the drawer nskas, considering there is something that has the status of his privacy.
A diary book she kept in that nightstand drawer. Picking it up deftly, opening up sheet by sheet the book containing the outpouring of hearts.
*17 July 2020*
An undue love.
Today is the 6th day I became the chairman of OSIS at Andara High School. In the second year I was in High School, I finally got a very valuable position.
This morning, I found one student who incidentally is a brandal student in Andara. I don't know why, I like it. It sucks!
She is, Saga Praja Askara
Vana smiled wryly, reading the sheets to so many of her diary. Slowly close the diary, then put it back in the nightstand drawer.
Vana POV
The clock has shown at 02.00 in the morning, but I still faithfully open my eyes, removing the clear fluids that were not stopping since earlier.
My head hurts so much now, and even my breathing is hot, it's hard to close my eyes. All I do now is cry and cry.
Maybe I'm too stupid, crying over people who don't deserve to be grieved. What am I crying for? Just wasting energy and tears.
Love has blinded everything, so I was really stupid just because of love. Regretting? Sure was! I'm so sorry I made him hate me.
If you think that I hate him, that's a big mistake. I loved it, ever since our first meeting at the gate of Andara High School, when I punished him.
Itulah yang kutakutkan. Aku tak ingin membuat Saga semakin membenciku, jika dia tahu bahwa aku mencintainya.
I'm happy to marry him, even I'm very happy. Now, I won't care about her feelings. Obviously, I will still love him.
Let time answer, to what extent does this heart endure its irritating treatment. Let him hate me anytime, I don't care.
I exhaled tired, staring at the white ceiling. Before long, my eyes were closed, overtaking everyone into a dream.
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The noise of the rooster crowing, instantly woke me up from the subconscious opposite to reality. Huf ...!
I felt the sunlight coming in from the window crevices, hitting my face, making it difficult for me to open my eyes.
Look at the phone, then see the clock listed on the initial homepage of the flat object. It's 07:00.
I'm misfortune. Luckily today is Saturday, school entrance is 09:00. So I don't have to worry if it's too late.
Waving the blanket, I trudged towards the bathroom, as my head was still very dizzy right now.
I'm actually embarrassed to go to school, because I'm going to meet Dira later. What am I going to say, because I broke my promise?
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POV Author
Vana is in the kitchen right now, struggling with kitchen tools, cooking something barum there.
Indeed, he only cooked shrimp stir fry, but somehow the cuisine was really appetizing.
The sound of the footsteps of someone was heard more and more clearly, behind Vana's body. The woman turned around, finding Saga who was already standing behind her, wearing a mask covering her mouth and nose.
“Throw away that lo cuisine!” the guy's orders are flat. Now, both of his hands were already in his ash pocket.
Vana furrowed her eyebrows, staring at the sauteed shrimp she was ready to serve in a leaf-shaped plate.
“Lo is not horrified? I said throw it away, throw it away! Want me to make it rich last night, ha?!”
“But why should it be discarded?” vana asked, almost inaudible, as she was still feverish now and her condition was also weakened.
“Gue does not like shrimp, let alone smell that makes me nauseous, you know! I'm allergic!” snapped Saga, now his eyes have turned watery red. It looks like he's holding back on allergies. He should have worn a mask.
“Sorry,” said Vana, turning his body ready to throw away the food that had just been cooked with great difficulty.
His steps came to a halt, remembering someone who was very fond of shrimp.
‘Dira likes shrimp. Did I just love him, huh? As apology.’
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The Andara High School.
Saga had just stopped her car at the school parking lot, which was still crowded with students chatting.
Lately, indeed the man is rarely late again, under the pretext of ‘malas punished by Vana. Impolite punished by wife,’ he said.
Behind him, Vana also just arrived with her favorite pink bicycle. It's not that he doesn't have a bike, but he can't ride a bike.
Gibran is so weird. He bought his daughter an expensive motorbike, but it was clear that Vana could not use it. As a result, the motor was put on for a while.
Dira once taught Vana to ride a motorbike, but instead got hit by a neighbor's goose, to get into the sewer. One week Vana had a fever that day. Damnit damnit!
Vana glanced at Saga who was playing with her phone, like waiting for someone, but it seemed that Saga did not care about her whereabouts. Nevermind!
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