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LIABILITY; 37

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"Gue can prove that what I've been saying is all true" said Nayla.

"Nobody needs to be proven again, everything is clear" replied Raka.

"But, Ka. My intention to give up is gone when Agatha returns to water the oil in a fire that will soon be extinguished."

They were both in the library. Punished by the lecturer looking for any book related to the material today but instead of busy looking, Nayla uses it to make Raka believe if all her words are true.

"Our problems have nothing to do with Agatha." Raka pulled out a book and grasped it, she went back down shelf by shelf to look for other books. "You do not follow me mulu punishment," he said back.

"Just all the problems that arise start from Agatha, your boyfriend who does not know thank you!"

A voice of contention sounded right after Nayla finished her sentence. Raka's thin lips held back the upset before she finally chose to go from there with the blood-stained handbooks.

Nayla was stunned, no longer daring to tease Raka. Seeing the guy step out, Nayla did not chase but turned the body 45° and began to busy mint one by one thick books lined up neatly.

"Lo stupid, Ka. Stupid in romance and also stupid in education" he murmured.

Nayla was shocked when suddenly someone patted her on the back. He who was sitting alone in the middle of the canteen came to attention as his voice sounded. Viola who was the perpetrator laughed then sat down beside him.

"Why sit in the middle of a gini? Not afraid to be the center of attention?" viola asked, he pulled the glass Nayla held and drank it.

"That's my drink Vio," said Nayla but useless because the drink that had just arrived was exhausted by Viola. "Gue is also thirsty tauu, you come straight to drink mine," he said slowly.

"Haus lo it's boongan! If only really the juice to-directly you drink, not stirred doang. Answer my question, why are you sitting at the middle table? I already know the trending topic of do'i people's wrestlers," Viola quipped to make Nayla spark lips.

"How do I bring Raka to watch cctv? Right in the library earlier he seemed to not want to chat let alone deket same me," said Nayla grabbed a plate containing meatballs to burn his order.

"Gue nanya and you even return? It's not that you know that the real intelligence comes from the answers to the questions, not the questions given," Viola said, taking a fork and eating Nayla's grilled meatballs.

"Don't you also know if you take someone else's property without the same permission to steal?" Nayla keeps the reach of her plate away from Viola. "Gue sat here so everyone knows if I'm not afraid of their scorn, I'm really why am I hiding? Let their mouths foam my gossip."

"Wihh, that's dong, it's just Nayla Kayana. Abstinence," he praised, Viola again stabbed Nayla's meatballs and ate them. "Btw, Raka lives in what house in the apartment?"

"Apartment" answered Nayla. Viola nodded with a mouthful, seeing that Nayla immediately stood up to buy a bottle of water in case Viola was choking.

Gino and Morgan are now walking over to him. Nayla who was also five meters away from her seat immediately stopped her steps. He is not ready one table with friends Raka, he is sure if the words of the two men are sharper than the netizens of the stock out there.

"Nay, why are you standing there? Come here, join them, "call Viola in his casual voice like nothing happened. With a heavy step Nayla returned to her chair. "Where's the drink? My throat was suffocating, "he asked Nayla to give me a bottle of water.

"Where does he live in the apartment?" viola asked after gulping down his mineral water.

"Let me mess up, Gino you just wait here." Morgan intends to run away from the question, can berabe if discussing Raka in front of Nayla. At least that's what's in her brain right now considering how Nayla's attempt to separate her best friend from Agatha.

Traveling Morgan, Viola suddenly silenced, he reluctantly asked Gino because the man rarely spoke. Iritnya.

"Raka's apartment is near my apartment" Nayla said, letting Viola gawk for a few seconds.

"Why didn't you say that?" he was angry at Nayla.

"Where to say, you're the new nanya," said Nayla made Viola pursed his lips.

"Why are you guys looking for info on Raka?" ask Gino. Viola carried a sweet smile, Nayla was worried about being judged. "What are you trying to trap him like?"

"As for you Gin, no one wants to trap Raka," said Viola quickly, he laughed softly so that the atmosphere created was not too tense. "We just want to show cctv, that's it," he said again.

"Not to interfere." After being silent for a while Nayla finally started to let out a sound making Gino look at her. "Even though you are Raka's best friend, you have no right to interfere in my affairs with him," he said bravely.

"Who said? My friendship rope and Raka will not be saggy because of the conflict you guys have." Gino smiled obliquely, Viola until astonished and unblinkingly looked at him, he only realized that Gino's face was handsome many times over when he smiled like that. "And to lo, Vio." Gino looked at Viola. "Yakinin temen lo if until the evidence that he showed is wrong he will not disturb Raka again."

Nayla's forehead shriveled, there was something strange about Gino's sentence. Instantly Nayla's eyes widened when she realized something. "Lo know the conflict I have with Raka?" ask with eyes.

Viola also just realized, he was staring at the smooth-blindness of Gino's face. "Gino, you're not hiding anything from us, are you?"

"Order is coming." Morgan's voice suddenly came interrupting, his forehead shrinking as Gino suddenly stood up and left. "Where are you going?" his shout, Gino's long steps made him fast away.

Nayla stood up and ran after Gino. There's something wrong with that cute guy. "Where are they going?" morgan asked Viola, who was asked only silently with his eyes fixed on the door. "Vio, I don't think I'm tired," he said.

"Lo ate it," said Viola. He stood up but Morgan nimbly stood up and pulled him. "Morgan, well," he told Morgan, which made Morgan grinned innocently. Viola sat back in his place. "Eat, I stay here nemenin lo."

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