Marriage But the Enemy

NTM : 0.3

I took a long breath. Finally I decided to obey the orders of Mbak Citra. Waiting for his "special pick-up" picked me up here, near the arrival door. While waiting, I glanced through my phone screen which was dark because it was in lock mode. After I noticed the goal, it turned out to be sad, too, my face was this. Looks tired bin tired. Lips pale because the liptint has faded. How sad! The journey also didn't take long. I don't know, I need a bed now. More than that, I need some food! My stomach has been rumbling from earlier.

Trying to hold back the rumbling in this stomach, I folded my hands in front of my own stomach, then lowered my head deeply forward, immersing my face in my lap. This hunger seems to want to kill me! Oh Allah... My Lord...

"Well! Yoke!"

My head immediately turned to the side. I did not fully hold my head up until all I saw was the bottom of the figure standing in front of my pink suitcase. I cringe. It felt like, from his silhouette and posture, I was sure that he was a guy! He berjeans blue belle, his legs look long when standing if noticed from the eyes of the feet.

"Well! Duk! Duk!!" Again, she kicked my pink suitcase with those long legs. Unpatient.

I snorted in annoyance. Instantly, I held my head up so that I could see who the person who had so brazenly kicked my precious suitcase was! Let it be that later I sprayed him with my sharp and vicious words! Don't know what she is, the power of the lager chick?! It can outnumber a raging lion!!

And, as I looked up at her face. Prepare to put it as hard as possible. At that moment my lips were locked instantly. My eyes are automatically rounded. I saw that face again after a long time.

"Dian?!" I stared at the hoodie-navy guy in disbelief. "L-lo... Bian?! Huh??"

He, that tall bloke who might be 180 centi tall, is, looking at me straight, which is a little lower below this with my sharp eyes that I never liked even until this second!

"Hello, Regita Pratiwi aka Rere. How are you?" Then he smiled slanted.

MADIAC!

What a nightmare did I have last night until the day I was able to meet my nemesis since High School!!

The head of OSIS recess, handsome and rancid. Who else if not, FABIAN OCEAN!

Huh, I'm fucking shit!!

"That's the way, the way!" Shit sucks. I feel like I want to check on him right now!

I let out a pissed breath. I have followed his call so as not to ask much. He also said, I should bring my own suitcase and follow him to the parking lot.

Wonderful, what are you trying to see by Mother Citra to think this annoying creature is a special person?! This is not his special name, but ZONK!!

"Well see me like that? Cepetan dong way here, pack bengong everything!"

I tightened my grip, holding back my irritation so I could bear to not scold her right now. But her cheeky face really pushed me hard in order to curse him. Huh, how should I try?!

"Heh, Tassel Skirt, spout!!"

I glanced at him for a moment when I said 'skirt tassel'. Ih, what kind of tacky language is he wearing?! Anyway, this skirt is called a plisket skirt. Where does his vocabulary come from? It's magical, it's amazing!

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P. S :

The word "NTM: X.X" means REVISED

while "BAB X.X" means NOT REVISED