Marriage But the Enemy

NTM : 0.5

My eyes circled, occasionally catching the attention of people who happened to cross paths with us. Maybe if someone else was looking at us right now, that person would definitely think our relationship was very harmonious. Unfortunately very dear, the view was too grandiose and futile to think about because we had never one voice in the first place. We are always at odds in any aspect. Hence, 99.9% I believe that we are both destined to become enemies instead of suitable friends!

Fabian Samudra, his nickname is Bian. During High School he was one of the popular students especially in our class. His tall posture, clean skin and a pretty face, handsome, I mean. He certainly caught the attention of many people. In addition, he is also a smart student who achieves both in academic and non-academic. He was a silver champion in OSN Physics in the 10th grade and a gold champion in OSN Mathematics in the 11th grade. In addition, he also entered the tennis athletes in our school which is quite calculated. Plus he is an active and very sociable child who eventually made him as the Chairman of OSIS of our generation. While I was the one who spent about a year in that period accompanied him as Vice Chairman of OSIS with so much opposition and a little anger.

That is where our story of enmity is created.

I let out a breath. It felt like just yesterday it happened but now we are stuck in this complicated, unclear relationship.

I mean the "unclear" thing is because we're tied up in a family friendship. Exactly among our elders, his Grandfather and my late Legs, as well as his Grandmother with my Utis. In addition, apparently, our father turned out to know each other well, which began because of work affairs. As a result, because of the old friendship and also our good business colleagues who incidentally this enemy even so often meet this way. Ck!

Nahas...really ill! I took a long breath.

"Woi, Tassel Skirt! Not in?!

I gasped as I heard Bian's voice jerking suddenly. Thinking about the story of the beginning of our enmity, I daydreamed for myself. The black jazz was out of the parking lot. Of course after the rider rewinds and turns back the steering wheel. The car stopped right in front of me. Bian who was sitting sweetly behind the wheel just lowered the window glass in the next seat as he spoke to me, of course without even bothering to open the door for me.

"Woi!" He exclaimed so again. Complete with looks that are very easy to make people upset.

I snorted in annoyance. "Yes, yes, up!"

"God! Sit front! I'm not your driver!!" The thrill made me stop my new move just about to open the door handle to sit in the back seat.

Holy hooch! Why is it so peaceful?!

Again, I snorted in annoyance. Stomping his feet before finally unwilling to obey his orders. Sitting in front, next to the steering wheel, next to him!

Without saying much more, Bian also advanced the car, turned the steering wheel and began to step on the pedal deeper as the pace of this black Jazz out and leave the Soekarno-Hatta Airport area.

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P. S :

The word "NTM: X.X" means REVISED

while "BAB X.X" means NOT REVISED