
A flash of anger appeared in Olin's eyes. His steps hunted along with the emotions he was feeling at the moment. He had to hurry to find the person who ignited his anger.
Her eyes had already locked onto the target who was currently in front of the female toilet. Olin immediately slashed the distance, and without saying anything pulled firmly the hair of Nay who was then behind him.
"Awwu.. sick," cried Nay holding Olin's hand that was still hanging on his head.
"Take me off, you son of a bitch! Get my hair off!" maki Nay whose hands have now managed to grab Olin's hair which was then tied in a ponytail with colorful trinkets decorating her hair.
"I'm not going to let you go! I'm gonna rip your mouth out! Don't think I'm silent, for fear of you, yeah!" reply Olin who increasingly strengthen the crave in Nay's hair, no matter if his hair was currently very sick was grabbed strongly by Nay.
Feeling pain in the scalp, each of them release their jubilant then move to claw the other body parts. Olin who tried to save her beautiful face so as not to be deformed, finally had to give up his torn shirt bag pulled Nay, and his hand was also clawed Nay so firmly, that not only scratched but also bleeding. While Olin retorted to claw Nay's neck, and pulled the girl's skirt until the buttons were removed, and only held back by the zipper.
The fight was getting fiercer, plus the cheers of many female students, they were not broken up, instead eager to see the two brawl.
Just then, BP's teacher killer, who heard the noise came over and saw the two had overwritten each other. Currently, Olin's position is on top of Nay's body, and the hands of both of them strangle each other's neck.
"Stop! Stop that!" Pekik Bu Brenda's. "You're girls, but what's a thug?! You two come with me to BP's office!"
The two throw hateful glances at each other. With murderous gazes, the two girls followed Miss Brenda's footsteps into her lair.
***
"Lo heard that Nay was fighting with Olin?" boby just entered the class. All three of them had just qualified for a basketball game to a neighboring school, so they certainly did not hear the splashy events that shook the Bhinneka Tunas Bangsa school.
"Seriously Lo? They quarrel? Because what? Olin's fine, isn't he?" ask Sagara to panic. He did not pull out his phone, got up and walked out of class without waiting for Boby's description. But his best friend accompanied Sagara where else if not to the room Miss Brenda.
However, Sagara's arrival was in vain. The door of the 35-year-old single woman's room is closed to the public today.
"Lo know why they're noisy?" sagara looked at Boby.
"Didih, how do I know. We were together, yeah, Nyet. Yes, the time I knew. I just heard from Mang Ujang, just want to buy snacks in the cafeteria, he said there was a smack down match near the girls' toilet," replied Boby.
Sagara wants to wait, but can't. The next lesson bell has rung, and all students must enter, otherwise the other BP teachers will patrol, lurking students who unplug lessons.
Until the last lesson ended, Nay had not yet returned to class, which meant that Olin was still there.
As soon as the bell rang, Saga again ran small towards Miss Brenda's room, and just then the two would also come out.
Many of the students who were kepo wanted to see the two of them and wanted to know the end result of their quarrels clustered in the corridor.
Many laughed scornfully at the two, but not a few empathized with Olin. The intelligent student was only this time involved in a fight until his condition was this way.
"Let's go home" said Sagara invited the two. He could not choose which one to save. One was her best friend since childhood and the other, the girl she secretly liked and moreover, Olin was the girl who was important to her family.
Finally the two decided to walk down, passing through the corridor crowded by the students.
Olin cursed Miss Brenda who let them go during the school breakup. It should have been accelerated and they were released shortly before the bell came home or if necessary they were detained longer and when the school was quiet then they were released.
It's like a double punishment. Already sick, battered body, must accept shame and ridicule from friends to school as well.
Sagara followed the steps of the two, right in the parking lot they took a different path. Finally Sagara throws Naya's bag, which he has taken, at Bobby, asking the man to drive Naya home while he chases Olin, persuading the girl to go home with him.
Both will refuse to be in the same car. Sagara's pursuit bears fruit. He held onto Olin's wrist immediately until the girl's steps came to a halt.
"Let's go home with me, Lin," Sagara asked. The man's voice was so soft. Rarely, Olin heard the voice of Sagara who said softly to him.
"Let go!" olin's orders drew his hand, but to no avail. He thinks they're going home with Nay, and Olin doesn't want to be the same as the girl.
"Come, Lin. We go home, please," Sagara persuaded, this time even sounds so begging. Olin is touched, but imagining her meeting Nay again, makes her sad. Olin's tears are down.
He had been holding back from crying. He did not want people to consider him a weak girl, and was considered a crybaby. She had long forgotten how to cry, ever since both her parents died.
At that time Olin was crying so much, that for a few months his vocal cords were gone. So, this time he came back crying, and it was because his parents' memories were disturbed.
Sagara erodes the distance between them. Stiff but wanted to give his shoulder to where Olin was crying.
"Udah, Lin. Don't cry anymore, please," whispered Sagara. Hesitatingly extending his hand wanted to caress the girl's long hair. Olin couldn't stand it, he smashed into Sagara's chest, and cried loudly.
"Udah dong, Lin. A lot of people come by to see us, huh. They think I'm hitting the elo, crying like this" said Sagara, continuing to caress Olin's shoulder, which was shaking with tears.
"Hug me, Ga. Please, I can't stand up anymore" Olin replied slowly.
The stiff Sagara finally complied with Olin's request. In his mind all he did was important the girl could be silent.
15 Minutes later the crying stopped. Sagara can now breathe a sigh of relief. He would thank Olin's thirsty throat, making the girl sober and stopping her crying.
"We're home, huh?" sagara said back in a voice twice as soft as before.
"Yes, but I don't want to be with Nay. Pokonya, Saga must promise not to meet again the same crazy girl!" olin said firmly.
"Nay's home with Boby."
"Good, no big brother should be close to that bar-bar girl!" aspersons Olin.
"Aren't you the same as him?"