
That morning.
Okta blinked her eyes, she was fumbling her mattress looking for her favorite flat object.
Okta swiped her phone screen. Now look the look of the wallpaper on his handponenya. a handsome man, even very handsome, white skin, eyes, lips, nose all look perfect in the eyes of Okta. The image was edited with the name "My Husband Kim Taehyung".
"Good morning husband, are you sleeping well?" He smiled faintly.
"I slept well" he said. Okta has become a habit of talking to Kim Taehyung's behind-the-scenes photo.
"Saranghaea..Oppa" Okta kissed her Handphone. Long enough he was shy then put his phone on the nightstand near the bed.
Okta rose from her sleep, stretching her body lazily.
Okta spread her eyes to see the entire room filled with posters of Kim Taehyung. Almost all of the objects in there are pictures of the face of the idol. Starting from cabinets, mirrors, tables, bags, pillows, blankets, some clothes, and more.
Okta walked towards the large poster beside her closet. Then I hugged the poster.
"You were pretty good this morning, baby."Spoiled talk.
Okta moved her lips closer to Taehyung's lips behind the poster.
"Oct!" Shouting mama Okta from outside the room made Okta undo his intention to kiss Taehyung.
Okta clucked in annoyance "Yes!"scream back. "Must be told to take a shower" he murmured.
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Okta is getting ready for school. After taking a shower, he put on his school uniform and walked to his desk, saw the schedule on the paper on his desk and put his books in his bag according to today's schedule.
After she finished wearing the shoes then headed for her husband's poster on the wall and gave a brief kiss there.
"Drug.husband"
Okta rushes out of the room to the kitchen for breakfast which has become her habit every morning before leaving for school.
After breakfast Okta pampit to his parents who previously asked for pocket money and given a two-sheet banknote with a nominal 10Rb.
Okta is seen still standing at the door of his house, waiting for someone who is none other than his invitation.
Okta raised her hand, looking at the clock that was coiling there. It's almost seven o'clock but the one who picked him up hasn't seen his nose.
Not long ago someone who had previously driven his motorcycle stopped in front of the house.
"Okta, Come!" Shouted Mika, Okta's underclassman who always gives Okta a ride to school.
"Why don't you come at 12?" I really want Okta to say that to Mika. But that's not possible, you know yourself enough because he just hitchhiked.
"But I used to give him gas money" he murmured in his heart.His legs crawled up the motorcycle saddle just behind Mika.
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All students march in the field. As always, even if it is not Monday, teachers are always faithful with their welcome every morning before class.
Tita who had been standing looking ahead immediately turned to Okta.
"Okta" Call Tita with a small voice barely audible but still reachable by Okta.
Okta gave a quick glance at Tita without moving her head or giving a sound.
Tita who got a sharp glance it immediately turned her mouth towards Okta feeling unconcerned and then turned back to look forward lazily because the teacher who had just spoken in front was very boring.
A few minutes later.
"Thank God" Tita said while relaxing her tired body because she was standing.
The entire student rushed to disperse each one after the teacher gave his final greetings.
"What the hell was that?" Tanya Tita while embracing Okta.
"who?" Answer Okta.
"That's what did the teacher say?"
Okta scrunched her forehead "Why did you say that?slept?"
Tita chuckles "Ghentude.."
"Whose legend? A year?" Okta said then laughed.
"Well, do you want to know?"
"Don't haaluin my husband well, watch out for you"
"yes, your husband and the other husband"
"No, my husband, no one else said, ok?" Ketus Okta glared her eyes at Tita. while Tita just laughed crazily with the attitude of her Friend is very excessive"
Finished with the laughter activity. Okta and Tita go straight to their respective classes just next door. Previously Okta was one class with Tita, but after rising to the eleventh grade, Okta had to let her best friend be moved and that had become the school's rule.
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