
"But wait for your om, you can get a stomachache."
Vira couldn't resist eventually she wanted to because her stomach was also already very hungry.
They walked to a restaurant not far from the school just had to cross the road.
When crossing again there was a motorbike that almost grazed Vira, but the teacher quickly pulled Vira.
"Geez that bike can't slow down, doesn't he see people crossing?"
Vira sees a very familiar bike, but he doesn't care because he thinks it was an accident.
After lunch, they returned to school.
Dimas was waiting for them there.
"Eh sir Dimas is here?" tanya, the teacher immediately behaved gracefully.
"I brought Vira to lunch there sir, sorry to make you look for our whereabouts."
"It's okay, it's precisely me who has to apologize for bothering the teacher."
"I'm also glad to be able to help sir."
"I heard there's going to be extra hours of lessons, is that right?" ask Dimas.
"Right sir, but only once a week will the kids learn to dance for farewell."
"Oohhhh so, well then I'll wait until it's over."
The teacher was very happy when she knew Dimas would wait until the dance lesson was over.
Vira noticed her teacher who always took the attention of Dimas, but Dimas was very cold and only cared for her.
Actually Vira pity his teacher just that he's a little boy who can't do anything.
After a while, I finally finished training. Dimas took Vira out of there.
"Oh yes, Mr. Dimas, can I call your number personally?" ask the teacher.
"Well, if I may know what it's for?" ask Dimas.
"I would like to occasionally tell you about the activities at school and how Vira is progressing."
"But I'm just his Om, the one in charge is his mbak."
"Just like sir, anyways Mr who has come here recently often to pick up Vira and take care of Vira's business."
"All right," said Dimas.
"Thank you very much sir" said the teacher very happy.
Not long ago Dimas finally went straight from there.
"Why does everyone like Dimas? Aren't they afraid that Dimas already has a partner?" ask Vira.
Dimas smiled. "Because om is very handsome, om is very worthy of being liked by many people."
Vira took a long breath. "It's very arrogant" said Vira.
"Om just kidding, anyways your question is really strange, om also do not know why they like sam Om."
"You do not say the same mbak Bela well, later mbak Bela will be angry and punish Om."
"Let it be om, om alone is wrong" said Vira.
Dimas let out a long sigh, he was wrong to ask a child for help.
In the evening his Bela had just returned home at seven in the evening, because at home alone he did not have any activities, in addition Vira prefers to be with Dimas."
"Why did you just come home? what are you doing out there?"
He pointed to the book he was carrying.
"I'm from the library, I buy some books also in the bookstore, shopping for cooking because from now on like there are others who force me to cook."
"Who? tell me who dares trouble you?"
"Can I request dinner?" ask Dimas.
"By," replied Bela.
"Humm I want to eat fried rice."
"Okay well," said Bela.
After a long time it was finally finished. They had dinner together as usual. After that Bela went into the bathroom to take a shower.
"The book he bought was all his novels" Dimas said. Dimas was very fond of the novel he immediately chose one and read it.
But from then on his cell phone did not stop ringing. Bela heard the voice of the phone Dimas she instantly saw his Tampa permit out of curiosity.
"Feeling from earlier brother's phone sounds continue, I'm sure there must be a woman that you hide right?"
"That was Vira's mother" said Dimas.
Bela sees all the messages from Vira's teacher.
Bela did not deny that Vira sealay's teacher and also very thick but read very crisp.
Bela smiled at herself reading her.
"No need to read" Dimas said.
Bela looked at Dimas's face. "Why are you staring at me? Am I very Tampa?"
Bela nodded, Dimas immediately blushed in embarrassment when he said Handsome.
"Sister is very handsome, has many advantages while I am not at all.. Why did you choose me?" ask Bela.
"Your question is nothing else? you ask that question over and over again."
Bela took a long breath.
"Yes, anyways, it's a question mark, all the rich, well-educated, beautiful women love my sister, it doesn't suit me." said Bela.
"I'm reading a novel, you don't bother me."
"Jawab first, I'm curious brother."
Dimas.
"Sister, I'm not very pretty anyway. I'm also from that family." Suddenly Dimas pushed Bela and slept on the carpet.
"Once again you humble yourself I will do things you do not want," threatened Dimas made Bela afraid.
"How many times have I said that you are perfect in my eyes, there is no shortage of you, and in my heart only you."
Bela was speechless she very rarely saw Dimas angry at her, but this time Dimas was angry so he stared at her very sharply.
"All right, I'm sorry."
"Do you want me to do something rude?" ask Dimas.
"meaning? I don't understand."
"Don't pretend to be naive, you know what I mean."
Bela held Dimas' chest that was about to kiss her. "I'm sorry, I won't say it again, I'm sorry."
"You always apologize, and then you do it again."
"Yes Lagian's older brother very easily gave the number to the young teachers."
"The girl who asked them to call me when no one came to pick her up, I didn't give my number to anyone else except my secretary's number."
Bela was silent for a moment, she was already accusing and was extremely embarrassed now.
"You should be afraid that your boyfriend is taken by someone else, you're putting yourself down."
"Because I'm afraid, it's because I'm always introspection," Bela's mind.
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