Love At SMK

Facing BP's teachers

The first subjects were still going on when Andrian walked into the classroom that Prisha was living in. Prisha's heart beats faster. Either because of his love for Andrian, or because he was afraid of the incident on the last night of MPLS activities. What's clear now is Prisha's brain. Can't think of anything.

This morning Elina and the gang drag Prisha to the school warehouse to threaten Prisha not to say anything that would incriminate Elina's position. Prisha is held in a stuffy warehouse. His only goal, he did not want to see Prisha school in SMK Kusuma. If he still survives he promises to continue to oppress Prisha until Prisha really gives up.

But the threat only applies to Prisha. As for Andrian, Hani and Gita they must have boldly revealed the truth to give Elina a deterrent effect. And Prisha should be able to handle them. Somehow.

"Good day mom. Sorry to interrupt her study hours for a second. I was sent to call Prisha, Hani and Gita to face BP's teachers now." Andrian said to Maulin who was teaching Mathematics.

"Good sir. Please just convey. But I'm sorry if I may know what they did wrong?" Maulin was curious.

"I'm sorry for not interfering. But as a homeroom teacher, I just want to keep my students from committing violations" Maulin explained.

"There's nothing ma'am. I understand. But they didn't do anything. Just be a witness." Andrian answered explaining. Then Prisha, Hani and Gita are called to follow Andrian to the BP room.

Elina and the gang are so riled up when Andrian calls her to meet BP's teacher. But he tried to cover the panic with a smile. They were sure Prisha would not dare to tell the truth after the captivity. He also threatened that until Prisha's friends told him the truth, he would torture Prisha with even more terrible things.

The distance between the classroom and the office is not too far away. Make Prisha think hard how to make Andrian and his friends shut up. After getting close enough to the room that Prisha was headed to stop her steps.

"Why stop Sha?" ask Gita who previously walked hand in hand.

"I'm afraid of Ta" admitted Prisha

"It's okay. Calm. Relaxed. Later if asked to answer honestly. I'm the same Hani ready to accompany." Gita tried to calm down.

"Why did you stop there? Go in" Andrian's orders that turn their heads because they don't find them behind him.

"Good sir" they answered compactly.

BP's teacher room is not large. But it can still be used to breathe air freely for normal humans. Not what Prisha feels today. The room was like a burrow that grazed his body with the ground. Makes his chest so tight as to just breathe air.

In that room Prisha was a victim. But it was he who looked frightened. Face pale. His hands were sweating coldly. Body vibrates. Anyone who sees and does not know the real events must think that Prisha is the suspect.

In contrast to Prisha, Elina actually looks relaxed. He smiled cynically at Prisha, a sign that he was not afraid in the face of BP's teacher. His haughty face looked at Prisha sharply as if giving a warning that here he was the one in power.

Question after question Elina answered casually. As if he never made a mistake. Let alone regret, feel guilty he did not show. Instead he made up stories as if there had never been oppression.

Instead of denying, Prisha justifies all Elina's writings. Make Hani, Gita and Andrian shake their heads. They are disappointed with Prisha's attitude that can not be firm. They are ready to defend Prisha. But the one who wants to be defended is betraying the defense of the other party.

Gita and Hani get out of the BP room first with a sour face. Disappointment with Prisha is not to be hidden. While Elina came out with pleasure while giving a thumbs up to Prisha.

Prisha's footsteps had to be stopped when he was confronted by Andrian.

"Stop" Andrian said with his flat face.

Prisha pretended to be smiling hiding her sad feelings. Andrian looked at him. There is anger that he holds behind his indifference.

"Why cry? You should be happy because your words are more considered." Andrian ketus said.

"Sorry sir" said Prishab with a bowed face.

"Let's come with me to the TU room. We have something to talk about."

Without waiting for an answer Prisha Andrian has stepped first into the room TU. Prisha could do nothing but follow him with reverence.

"Sit down" Andrian ordered.

Prisha sat down at the table opposite Andrian.

"What is this really about? Why are you saying that yesterday was an accident. Why do you say that your hand was accidentally hit by a candle. Obviously BP teachers believe seeing your wounds are a little because the incident was already 2 days ago. If I had known it was like this better that night I wouldn't have had a wound on your hand." Andrian said still in a flat tone.

"Sorry sir" answered Prisha with a lowered face.

"You know why your friends left you so alone? They're disappointed in you Sha. They are ready to defend you but you give up. If you stay like this, Elina and her friends are getting more and more oppressive towards you." Andrian took a breath for a moment to pause his words.

"Now I ask you once again. Actually what is between you and the child majoring in nursing? Were you threatened so they wouldn't get sanctioned?" Ask Andrian later.

The next second Prisha questioned. His cry that had been dammed, had now come out flooding his cheeks. She was crying again. No matter if Andrian looked at him with unfriendly eyes. Andrian was silent. Let Prisha cry to her heart. Then his hand took the tissue on the table and offered it to Prisha.

"This is a tissue, to wipe your tears and snot. It's big enough to mewek only".

Prisha received the piece of tissue and used it. After that he threw it in a trash can located next to the table.

"If you want to cry, nagis as much. But after this please speak honestly. I could have watched your movements through CCTV. But I still want to see your honesty. I'm not talking like this to pressure you. But all this I do is because I care about you."

Prisha was still sitting in her tears. Andrian was sitting on his side while staring at that beautiful face full of tears. Until the longer the crying subsides to change a sport only.