Love Tactics

Learning Mission

"Nay... Make it a minute?" I asked while putting my writing tools in the bag.

I waited for a few minutes for Nayra's voice to voice but I never heard it. Finally my focus was on the bag now turned to Nayra who was still a daydreaming when the clock came home from school.

I turn my eyeballs lazy. Facing Nayra right now really needs energy. Fortunately I ate a meatball whose portion exceeded that of one person in the Canteen so that my energy was fully charged otherwise I could faint.

"Why else is Nay?"

Nayra regained her senses and shook her head, then she stood up while looking around. My mind shouts patience but I can't bear to nag Nayra.

"Did you dream?" I asked with a sweet smile and had an implied meaning.

Instantly Nayra looked at me with a questioning look.

"Sampe-sampe teachers explain the material in front of you is still cool to daydream. What are you really daydreaming about?" My words are cynical and my eyes are sharpening.

Nayra breathed out a rough breath. I looked at her lips as if she wanted to say something but was restrained. Well I understand Nayra must not be able to take out her uneg-uneg at this time. It is only natural that we have met for a few days.

"Judek. Bentar malem don't forget to come to my house," I said softly while giving my home address.

Nayra looked at me confused.

"Well?" Ask.

I round my eyes. So from then on I and Merrily talked before Nayra about them visiting my house not being heard by Nayra at all.

"Watch Sabyan on youtube who again makes cake batter using cement mixed with battery water!!" my answer is spontaneous without a point or a comma. I took my breath for a moment as it spoke at a fast tempo which made my breath almost run out.

Nayra's reaction was simply to unite her eyebrows with a look of wonder.

"Yes job NAYRA!!" I shouted by emphasizing his name.

Nayra's reaction was no less emotional. He only responded by rounding his lips.

"Udah hah males me, pen home."

I stomped my bag on my back and left Nayra still in the process to think what I just said, before completely disappearing from Nayra's sight, I turned around for a bit, I turned around, just wanted to know what he was doing.

"Sabyan?" nayra asked with her hand in the book and pen.

"What exactly is Nayra?"

I continued to grumble while walking in the school corridor. Around me there are still many upperclassmen passing by. Because there will be a school event featuring the ninth grade, he said they practice first, I also know it from the carefree and carefree told by his brother.

About brother Riang. It turns out he was a man of high stature, a sharp nose, thin eyebrows, but a gesrek brain. Why do I say that, because it passes right in front of his class, his stupid behavior is the most striking. It could be that he was live streaming on the teacher's desk while painting his eyebrows with permanent markers because he wanted to have thick eyebrows . Seabsruk-absruknya Cheerful turned out his older brother more.

Just being carefree actually did not want to acknowledge him as a big brother but his friends were quite handsome, that was the reason he was quacking if he had a big brother. To be able to pick up one of his brother's friends.

It seemed carefree to know that I was thinking about it, as he waved at me in front of the library and walked over.

"Well, eight malls I must go to your house, don't forget...." Cheerfully flicked his words and smiled sweet-ass.

"Yes, I'll clean up my room, don't worry if I forget."

Cheerfully panicked immediately and crossed his arms "uhhh not that, I mean don't forget, the pastry," he smiled ostensibly embarrassed.

"Yayen," lamented.

"How come you're not that excited? don't like it if I want to come to your house?" Merrily held onto my shoulder while sharpening his eyes straight into my sight.

"No joy, I thought of Nayra again." before continuing my words. I walked towards the bench not far from where we were standing. Cheerfully followed me from behind. Without asking any more questions, we sat down simultaneously.

"Kok him strange behavior well, from the morning he has been sluggish, asked not to answer, food is not eaten and he did not listen to our conversation at all," I grumbled and kicked the plastic bottle right at the end of my shoe.

It's just a jovial O-ria.

"I think we should find out about her problem" I suggested, turning to the side, asking for cheerful approval.

"No need, mending we find out, why Damian has a face like thatuuu, I'm well if you find a husband who is kek he deh," cheerful said enthusiastically by holding both of his faces while daydreaming about something that he and God only knew.

I rolled my eyeballs lazily while laughing cynically.

"Where if we find out, how do you get into Secret Riana's closet, dream also, right?"

Merrily immediately lowered her hand then turned towards me, with rounded eyes, terrified.

I didn't take a headache, I took my foot to the school gate that I had slightly reached.

When I arrived, I leaned back in the security guard post, waiting for mama or papa to come. Hopefully they will be present at the gate soon, I'm afraid of waiting too long. Yesterday they were late because my mom thought that my dad picked me up after coming home from the office, and he forgot and even went home.

Pip's!

Pip's!

"Queen!! I'm ahead yeah!" yelled cheerfully and then pushed his motor fast, waving his hair back because of the gusts of thousands of winds.

I just smiled, let her go. Merry seemed to rush over, the look on his cherry face turned into a streak of emotion. Though he was still able to piss me off and now he is in that position. Although I don't know what the problem is but I hope nothing bad happens to him.

I saw a silver car stopping in front of me. I wish papa but no, from the color and model of the car alone it is clear that I do not have a four-wheeled vehicle like this.

Tap tap tap

From far away I saw Nayra running towards my place.

When he saw me, he was surprised. The field is getting slower.

"Not home yet?" rhetorical question.

"Not yet, it's been picked up," I replied, letting Nayra into the car. I saw from behind the steering glass that someone was staring at us. It must be Nayra's driver.

Nayra's face looked pale, she smiled forcefully. Then open the back door.

After entering the lamborgini, he did not open the window glass just to say goodbye or invite me home together even though it was just a pleasant talk.

"Astaghfirullah al adzim, ngak can suudzon. Maybe he forgot" I said in my heart.

Not long ago, probably about seven minutes since Nayra's departure, papa had come to pick me up.