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13. The Message that Came by

Intan slowly stirred up her meat sauce after adding a few spoons of sambal and soy sauce.

The smoke of the meatballs billowed in the air, piercing the sense of smell of 2 teenagers sitting on a bench in the school cafeteria.

"Hmmm!!" Mia shook her head in disbelief, "the smell of tajem bat Tan! How many spoons of hem?"

Intan smiled faintly not answering. Mia glared as she was only given a faint smile. "Gini yeah, you end this is getting weird. Nightmares, keep your eyes on the panda cake, puffy. Yes panda times are funny. Lo?"

Mia shook her head while shuddering in horror. "Nyeremine. Maybe you can take part in the casting of The Nun 2."

"There's Mi?"

"Good, I'm not the director's son."

The table was silent, only the sound of spoons and bowls rubbing against each other gave rise to a soft clanking.

After 5 minutes of focusing on each food, Intan first open the sound. "According to you, how many types of Mi are there?"

Mia digested Intan's sentence for a moment before she finally exclaimed enthusiastically. "According to most people there are 2 types, if not *** yes faggot."

Intan nodded slowly and drank mineral water from his tupperware bottle.

"But yeah...." Mia again interrupted by fanning the neck area because she participated pesesesan––padahat she only put half a spoon of sambal into her bowl.

"Hem?" suhut Intan curious.

"Or why is it wrong, only 2? If someone uh meant all those guys****, there probably wouldn't be a kid in the world with a dad."

Intan knit an eyebrow, he didn't understand.

"All boys**** yes Tan, our dad probably won't marry and commit to our mom, if they **** they will just impregnate then we continue to be left that way. Lah, my father? He's not gay, not ****. So the type of guy is not only 2 that was. A lot of it." Mia exhaled softly, she asked to drink Intan and upheld it until it was left.

"Heheh, done. Entar ngisi in place of tap water ready to drink," Mia showed a peaceful pose while grinning widely.

Intan just nodded, ignoring the drinking water earlier, "Kalo according to you, the guy who is two ahh no! What kind of guy likes two girls? Which category is Mi? ****?"

Mia thought for a moment, she scratched the edge of her jontor lips from the piquancy. "Hem, can't explain Tan. The nature of the likes is not manageable, like me, for example I like to EXO but also BTS. But yes still among the 2 choices there are more and most preferred. I prefer BTS. Continue with I like to two bands that I time to be said ****. Ain't you?"

Mia continued on. "I like BTS 51% and EXO 49% thin right?"

Intan nods a weak nod of his head, so even though we like 2 things at the same time, still we definitely have the choice to favor one of them. Now that Intan is gulping, Enggar says he likes Intan. But still can not be covered the guy looks like to his own best friend, Meli.

It is possible that Enggar likes Meli 51% and Intan 49%. Or vice-versa.

"Tan." Mia broke Intan's daydream.

The girl with her hair tied to the ponytail muttered in response.

"There's Brother Enggar! Get there. He passed by while watching you."

Intan swallowed his saliva and held his breath for a while. "Yes, yesarin."

"Do you both have problems?" Mia asked with her body closer.

There is no lawfulness. Intan just stood still while sliding the empty meatball bowl away from the view.

"Gee!" Mia clapped both her hands enthusiastically. "Your silence is Tan's answer!"

"Whispering ah. Turn around yuk." Intan wanted to rush away from the canteen immediately. Do not want to linger long close or se-location with a guy named Enggar.

"Oh, I forgot!" Mia exclaims complete with the action of breaking the table. "Gue just realized, you're the same Kak Enggar not mutually simple number huh? Crazy, what kind of new age PDKT style are you guys?"

Intan snorted bitterly, he got up while pulling Mia's arm to leave immediately.

Unfortunately, along the way, Mia was not she was silent. He instead discusses that Intan keeps Enggar's newly acquired number Mia.

Yes, Mia just asked for Enggar's number from one of her acquaintances.

"Mia diem! I have nothing to do with Enggar! Stop being a matchmaker."

"Bodo is Tan. Buru ah's! Where's hp lo?" Mia stored her phone and moved to relieve Intan's body.

Immediately, Intan brushed off his friend's hand and went faster. He accidentally hit someone.

No, but 2 people at once. Looking up, Intan said sorry and then found the person he hit was a person he knew.

"Continent?" Meli immediately took off her grip with the figure of a man beside her. He stroked Intan's shoulder area, "lo gapapa?"

Intan smiled faintly and held back the pain streak that had run across her shoulder. "Gue gapa."

This time Intan turned to the person beside Meli. Raka, the upperclassman she had met that morning while talking and having a small argument with Enggar.

"Btw, I've rarely seen you equal Enggar end of this end." Raka made a sound after being silent for a while.

Meli nodded. "Just, about the last week. Enggar not even a story let alone call your name. Why Tan?"

"Ah that. I'm gabisa ulain first. Kebelet. Heheh, first brother." Intan ran as fast as possible. What's up today? Why do some people ask questions related to Enggar.

More so, the lazy question he answered.

Her phone shook as she entered the bathroom, a message from Mia probably. He must have been nagging because he disappeared suddenly.

One big, unknown number makes for a new chat room.

Unknow:

•ikipedia

•aja 'save. I just want to be Temen wa lo. Cowering.

Intan mumbled, it must be Mia who gave her number to Enggar. You know, that chick is why it sucks.

Immediately Intan save the contact earlier and put the hp on the uniform pocket. But his phone returned short. Ahh, this guy is sending a message back.

Brother Enggar

•is it read by doang?

Intans: Intans:

•I have simplified it

Brother Enggar

•ire.

•nanya

Brother Enggar:

•not been busy for the past week?

Intans: Intans:

•ithangung.

Enggar:

•what depends on it?

•em, the cake here depends on my feelings.

Intans: Intans:

•depending on what definition of busy you mean.

•I'm busy in artia byk org, I'm busy. Pr stack, sm bbrp task group work.

•if you are busy in the sense of kgn lo. I'm not. At all.

Brother Enggar:

•there's a lie detector. Maybe lo skrh udh. Lying right?

Intans: Intans:

•irebred. You're still a bitch.

Brother Enggar:

•gue busy Tan.

Intans: Intans:

•Why trs chat me?

Brother Enggar:

•busy in my sense. Not busy in the sense of byk org.

Intans: Intans:

•did you forget the same request I made a week ago? I want you to go all the way to me.

Brother Enggar:

•physically distant, right? Not digitally, let alone inward.

•I know, you think of me and I come to mind. When you think of me, I just sit down with Nnton Spongebob. Not bothering you.

intan stared at the chat from Enggar, right, sometimes this guy also appeared in his head. Gave a warm smile and a few sentences that still stick to the mind.

Brother Enggar:

•ithallo? Msh there, right?

•_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________?

Intans: Intans:

•ith2. I just had an idea just now

Brother Enggar:

•irewhat?

Intans: Intans:

•Make a block of contact.

Brother Enggar:

•intan ´sah. Candid ding. Yes yes. What want?

Intans: Intans:

•Last week brother. Please stay away from me, do not take a physical or digital approach gini.

Brother Enggar:

•Gabisa, you're like oxygen. So please don't make me stay away from you, I'm dead endar👵

Intans: Intans:

•em shave, so the mace that bothers me to go here.

Brother Enggar:

•ikeyadeh, ask for the last time.

Intans: Intans:

•ithisone.

Brother Enggar:

•where's 'bout? Lo samggup bales my affection?

Intans: Intans:

•^^^^^^^^_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________.

Intan presses the settings and then presses the block button.

Finished, he no longer got a message from Enggar. To be honest, Enggar's last question had made all of Intan's body freeze cold.

🖤🖤🖤

*Me:*new. How are they both doing. Pretty good hoga good.

Forgive typo :"