Love Santri And School Teacher

Nicene (3)

Night just came, without permission knocked the heart that does not want to be quiet before. night rhymes are increasingly inflamed, crashing fragile souls. eroded by the hope that is increasingly shed.

Niken is still pensive by the wounds of a reality that Akrom expressed today.Decision is present for his expectations that he raised so high. although he realized Akrom had repeatedly behaved that he would stop hoping for it. only Niken himself was still so hard to fight for Akrom even though it felt tiring.

But the more he lived his pain, repeatedly stung Akrom sentence he said. "love the person who also loves him" repeatedly he felt that there is a truth, he said, he felt tired and sick of fighting for unrequited love, until he came to a point to mengikhlaskan that passed, and follow the advice Akrom began that he should live. love to those who love him the same.

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The next day, at school just before school, Cintya sends a message to Akrom, asking her to find a novel and take a walk after a grueling school activity. still he misses Akrom who a few days ago completely lost from his life.

"who's beautiful, who's waiting?" goda Akrom when he found Cintya sitting on his motorcycle in the school parking lot.

"huh sweet snobs. let's go. can-can stress me here you continue to tease" reply Cintya to the temptation of Akrom.

"oh, wait for me anyway?" akrom answered again more and more smooth his temptation for Cintya.

"rese'. want to walk? do not want yes already" threatened Cintya who is already bored by the phrase Akrom temptation.

"iya-iya, very hambukan become a girl. yasudah ayok" reply Akrom who had resigned with threats from Cintya.

Cintya just sing her lips no longer reply to Akrom. by directly wearing her helmet without caring about Akrom who was still smiling looking at the behavior of Cintya who was salting.

Both of them drove their bikes out of the school yard, down the city streets to a place to find a novel book that was wanted by Cintya.

"do you like reading novels?" ask Akrom in between activities they both sort out the title of the novel that feels attractive to Cintya.

"iya Krom" replied Cintya who was busy with herself.

"what genre do you like?" ask Akrom again.

"what the heck, just liked the most about love Krom" he replied again.

"be careful mbak" continued Akrom briefly mengulum smilenya.

"why careful?" turning to ask Cintya who was surprised by the words just uttered by Akrom, she turned her face towards Akrom by frowning.

"don't get to often read novels about love makes you demand your love story as much as a novel. Everyone has their own way, has their own story, has their own happiness, and complaints that go hand in hand" acrom clearly.

"yes that's not the same time chrome" bela Cintya.

"yes, no, just need to be careful.real life is not the same as life in the novel" explained Akrom again.

"yes yes Krom" Cintya replied with a glittering smile.

After a long time pacing back and forth looking for the title of the novel that attracted the heart of Cintya. finally Cintya took three titles of books to be handed over to the cashier to pay for it.

"wear this only mbak" Akrom thrust some money into the cashier after finishing calculating the total price of the Cintya book.

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"uh what the hell is Krom? I can afford .pay yourself Krom time" refused Cintya holding Akrom's hand.

"who said you can't pay? but if I want to pay for the time I can't?" reply Akrom who still forced to pay him.

"still gini school can times mbak just buy a book.have not been nolak. nurut aja" said Akrom firmly forcing Cintya.

"no. can't break the teacher's orders" Cintya still steadfastly refused.

"school as a teacher, if it's different here" argued Akrom again.

"sorry, how is this going to be?" sidelines the cashier who was caught off guard to see the debate in front of him that did not end.

"use this aja mbak" exclaimed Akrom immediately thrust the money in his hand beat the losing Cintya quickly because it had to take the money from the wallet.

"well, thank you brother" replied the cashier who had returned with a friendly smile as he should.

"loh" delik Cintya who was shocked by Akrom who still forced him to pay, with now he could not do anything else because Akrom money had been received first by the cashier.

After a long debate that Akrom finally won in front of the cashier, they both walked out of the store and down the road to the cafe for them to rest.

"later in the cafe I pay. You can not refuse" said Cintya firmly when they arrived in front of a cafe and ready to enter.

"yes we'll see" Akrom replied with a mysterious smile.

"what the hell is Krom? if you don't want me to pay it is not so to the cafe.we go home aja" Cintya sulked because she no longer knows in what way so she can force Akrom.

"yes already, yes, can pay" resigned Akrom with threats Cintya.

"okay sip. once you've done that dong Krom" annoyed Cintya.

"iya bu Guru, sendiko dawuh" Akrom replied bowing the body of the obedient sign.

"good. come on, please come in, son" asked Cintya.

"please please mother first, I follow you" Akrom replied politely bowing his head.

Finally without arguing for longer they both went into the cafe. to the remaining table and immediately ordered the menu provided by the cafe.

"sir, I've been to Niken about us" Akrom spoke as they waited for the order to arrive.

"huh, are you serious Krom? don't joke around" asked Cintya who was shocked by Akrom's words just now.

"no kidding, I'm serious" Akrom replied showing a serious facial expression.

"no pity you Krom?" Cintya sighed in trying to ease the shock she felt.

"according to what pity do I tell her now and she moves on from now on, or does she drag on hoping that's getting deeper and we know the ending is more or less just as futile for her?" Akrom tried to give an idea of the situation he was in to choose one of the ways.

"but pity her Krom, my fellow female can feel the same way" Cintya stroked her chest.

"how do you want? am I the same as him? let you not feel pity" bargained Akrom who began to be careless with the uncertainty of the way women think.

"yes that's not the same Krom, ah males ah" Cintya sulked over the sentence Akrom.