Loving My Own Friend

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Now Fajar has parked his motorcycle in a spacious yard in a house that is so magnificent, but also looks simple because the building is like a house building in ancient times.

Sabitha also got off the motorbike, while opening the helmet she also frowned wonderfully circulating the view to the corner of the house. I don't know whose house he went to, he thought.

"Eh, whose house is this? Why did you bring me here? Well don't you sell me to the Dutch, huh? Or you..."

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"Ow! Ish sick tau!"sabitha screeched as Dawn suddenly clocked her head.

"You think you can't, don't play? Where am I going to sell you to the Dutch? Why do you think that's it anyway?"gertak Fajar was upset.

"Look at his house like the house of the Dutch people in the past know not?! You're not Dutch, so it's impossible if this is your home?"said Sabitha who was still a keukeuh, thinking Fajar will sell himself.

"That's a great thought for you! This house is a relic of the Dutch, but the inhabitants of this house are not Dutch people from whom you know. The residents of this house are native to Indonesia, so you do not have to think strange!"Fajar was upset because Sabitha's thoughts were too strange for him.

"Who's house?"asked Sabitha who was getting curious.

"You want to know, let's go in!"invite Fajar who stepped first to leave Sabitha who still stood hesitating in her place.

Dawn turned her back, when she realized Sabitha was not following her. "Woy, when are you going to stand there? Hurry, don't be afraid. I'm not going to sell you!"shouts of Dawn, which finally makes Sabitha unwilling to follow Dawn.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"hail Dawn when the main door of the house was opened. Sabitha still with doubtful steps followed Dawn behind her.

"Wa'alaikumussalam! Uh, the Dawn." replied a middle-aged woman who was a domestic assistant there.

"Bi Mae, how are you?"tanya Dawn approached the woman and kissed her hand.

"Alhamdulillaah, aunty mah like this. Aden why new dateng, auntie tea kangen same aden."cap Bi Mae with Sundanese accent.

"Yes, sorry Bi. The dawn is busy on campus. Oya, Opa same Oma where's Bi?"

"Mr and Madam are behind the den, usually at this hour they are busy with their plants. Oiya, who's that?"bosik Bi Mae, upon realizing the whereabouts of Sabitha standing behind Dawn.

"Oiya, Sab here!"call Dawn. "Known Bi, this is Sabitha. There used to be one school in High School."

Sabitha smiled as she kissed Bi Mae's hand.

"Oh, meni geulis den temennya! Are you sure it's just meen den?"goda bi Mae smilingly looked at Fajar and Sabitha alternately.

"Ish, what the hell is Bi. Udah ah, Fajar want to meet Opa same Oma first yes. Oya, please make a drink for Sabitha." said Dawn softly.

"Yes, calm down, aunt will make. Yasudah, take the non to the back to den."

"Okay bi, thank you. Yuk Sab!"Dawn takes Sabitha to the backyard, to meet Opa and Omanya.

Yes, the house they visited was the house belonging to Opa and Omanya Fajar. Because Fajar's parents live in Bali, so from SmP to SMa yesterday Fajar did live with Opa and Omanya. And only since graduating BC, Fajar chose to live in an apartment.

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At the Mahardika campus, Sandi was waiting for Widya in front of her class. Sandi deliberately waits for Widya, because she intends to take her home together. For several days now, they rarely went home together, so this time he will not allow Widya to go home alone again.

After 10 minutes of waiting, finally the door of Widya's class opened indicating the course in her class was finished. Taking turns all the students in the class came out one by one after the lecturer who came out first. However, after almost all the students in the class had come out, Widya had not yet revealed her nose.

The curious Password, too, chose to look directly into Widya's class. Sandi circulated her gaze looking for Widya's whereabouts. And yes, just as he found where Widya's seat was, it coincided with him seeing Widya being with Evan in the position of Evan who embraced Widya. Of course, such a scene makes Sandi feel hot.

Like a huge rock, it hit right in his chest. It feels so tight and sick. Although Widya is not her lover, and maybe she also has no right to feel jealous but, still the feeling arises by itself without being able to prevent her.

With clenched hands, Sandi ventured to approach Widya who had escaped from Evan's embrace.

"Achelm!"Sandi deliberately cleared her throat in a loud enough voice while in front of them.

Widya and Evan stared at Sandi.

"Sandi?"call Widya shocked and nervous.

"It's over, right?"tanya Sandi is cold.

"Ah, uh yes already San." replied Widya as she took her bag, and walked closer to Sandi. Do not ask Evan, because without a word he had already left when Sandi came to them.

"What was Sandi seeing?"widya asked inwardly, glancing at Sandi who was walking beside her with a flat face.

Until finally they arrived at the parking lot, Sandi still did not invite Widya to speak. Until they enter and sit in their respective places, Widya finally opens the conversation between them.

"San.."call Widya quietly, when Sandi just started her car engine. Sandi only glanced at him at a glance, and refocused on the streets.

"San diem, why the hell?"widya asked a little annoyed, because Sandi still ignored him.

"No papa" he answered briefly.

"Ish nyebelim know!"Widya pursed her lips in annoyance. Finally Widya chose to look towards the road no longer want to talk to Sandi.

"I'm the one who's sprained, why is he the one who's sprained now?"muttered Sandi inwardly looking at Widya who was still bending her face irritated. Sandi also chose to refocus on the streets, so that later when she arrived home she would question about the incident in her class Widya. Because until now his heart still feels tight also hot.

However, Sandi did not want to directly vent her emotions on Widya. Because he is not someone who has the right to be jealous, so he chose to be silent so that his emotions do not explode in the wrong place.

*excuse me if there's typo yaa...