
"Wait, what's wrong with your lips?" Mr. Anton rubbed Ana's lips with his thumb.
The girl's lower lip was slightly swollen and there was a reddening wound there. Ana fell silent, thinking of the exact answer she was about to give. There's no way Ana would say that the wound was caused by being bitten by Yoga, son of Mr. Anton himself.
"Ah, last night was drunk so Ana fell to the table." she replied.
"You be careful dong dear, papi can't see you hurt gini. Been treated? Need to see a doctor? It's swollen loh."
"Think about it, Ana's not papa really." Ana smiled.
"Oh yeah, what do you want Papi to drink?" Ana tries to shift the conversation with Mr. Anton.
Ana hugs Mr. Anton's waist and takes him to the living room. It would be unethical for their conversation to take place in Ana's room.
"Are you right, baby? We're going to the doctor, right?" ask Mr. Anton.
"With pih, Ana is just dizzy because of the effects of drunkenness. Now it's also healed because I've met Papih."
"Dih, pinter dreadlocks, now you." Mr. Anton laughed at the girl's chatter. He pinched Ana's nose. I swear by anything, his anger is always lost somewhere if it's with Ana.
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At school, Yoga is worried about his best friend. The message was not answered by Tari. What happened to that girl? From last night there was no news. Where is his family? Are they going somewhere? There are many questions that Yoga is thinking about today. Yoga is the type of person who, if he likes it, will care about him. What did she like about Dance and choose her to be her best friend?
According to him, Dance a very good girl. Unlike the others who are friends because there is a certain purpose. The plain girl was the most conspicuous in class the first time she entered her. Especially after knowing what friends do to him, the more sympathy is Yoga. Finding a friend like Dance in this day and age is very difficult. Many of them are two-faced and want to be friends because they want to be.
After school, Yoga drove his car to Tari's house. A day doesn't meet that girl like something's missing. Arriving in front of the alley of the house of Tari, Yoga passed by a car that was not unfamiliar to him. Like I've seen a car with the same license plate but nowhere. The car's glass was dark so Yoga didn't know who was driving. While in the car, the driver did not realize that his son had just passed him.
"Good day, ma'am, is there dance?" tanya Yoga as she sees Mae's mom coming out of the house.
Ma'am smiled, "There's a son, I'll call you for a second. Please sit down first." ma'am Mae offered Yoga a seat on the front porch.
"Dance, there's a Yoga boy in front" Mae said when she saw Dari just came out of the bathroom.
"Who's Ma'am?" Dance was surprised and asked Mae to repeat her words.
"There's Yoga ahead."
"Oh," Dance patted her forehead slowly. Just got home her parents now it's her son's turn to come.
"Why you?" ask Mae's mom.
"Em, no papa ma'am. Dance to the room first change."
Wait, the scar on his lips is still clearly visible. Dance brought her face closer to the mirror so she could see her wounds more clearly. How'this? This wound will definitely create new problems later.
Dance searched for objects around her that could be used to cover her lips. A mask from inside the nightstand drawer became his choice. Dance immediately put on the mask and left the room.
"Yoga" he said to Yoga who was still faithful sitting on the terrace while looking at Adnan who was playing with Mae's mother.
"Eh Dance." Yoga watch.
Dance to take Yoga inside and sit in the living room. The place where Papa Yoga also sat before.
"Why don't you go to Tar school?" ask Yoga without further ado.
"Em, I'm not feeling well anymore."
"Oh, pantes from semalem you have no news. I'm calling you won't pick up either."
Ah yes, many incoming calls from Yoga last night. Dance only realized it when she opened her phone this morning.
"Actually I want to ask you Tar for help. I met Ana and she was drunk again. Keep bringing him here who knows you can help find his house. Uh it turns out your house has no people, you also can not be contacted." Silent dance just heard the story of Yoga at length.
"Why are you wearing Tar's mask?" ask Yoga again. "Again the cough?"
"Eh, uhuk ... Uhuk ... I-iya Ga. I coughed again." replied Dance lying.
"Well, to the doctor?" Yoga approaching Dance. He tried to stick the back of his palm on Dance's forehead. Because of his surprise, Tari also rewinded his body.
"Shut up! I just want to get your temperature." Yoga put his hand on his best friend's forehead. Feel the body temperature Dance on her skin.
Dance was silent, she did not dare to do anything. Even just to blink he was unable and just closed his eyes as long as Yoga was still checking his temperature.
"It's hot." Yoga puts his hands away while smiling.
It's not the heat that Dance is feeling. Except the heartbeat that rumbled from earlier. The man next to him always makes his heart exercise. Yoga and Dance restyled her seat. A sense of awkwardness felt by Dance at this time, especially if you remember the scene last night with Yoga. Ah, may Yoga never realize that last night was her.
"Oh yes, where did Farhan and Bilal go? How can't it look?"
"Em, they haven't come home from school like that" replied the next Dance. He was still arranging his heart to return to normal and not shake like before.
Dance, how long will she cover up lies after lies in front of Yoga? The girl secretly loves a friend she has only known for a few months, who is none other than the son of the person who has been tying her to a relationship. Everyone except Yoga knew that the girl belonged to Mr. Anton. Will their relationship continue like this?