Me Or Him

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The afternoon sky still looked dark even though the heavy rain that was pouring down on the city had already subsided.

The road seemed dense creeping in the hour home office was over, some people walking on the sidewalk among them a girl with a tall slender body walking with wide steps and mouth did not stop mumbling.

Mitha name, a girl who was born in a simple family, working in a company engaged in pharmaceuticals.

"what's wrong with having a dream of a luxury car? I work alone, it's hard to work alone, what right do they have to insult ?" dumal Mitha continued to step towards the bus stop and,

BYURR

a luxury car speeding past Mitha by dousing a puddle of street water into her body.

Shaken for a while and realized, Mitha immediately shouted an oath of absorbency while pointing the middle finger of her right hand towards the luxury car that passed her.

"basic siaaalllaannn ! insolent ! mentang2 rich people can be as good as his eel !!!"

and Mitha was instantly speechless to see the luxury car coming to a sudden stop, making the few vehicles behind her sound a simple horn furiously.

The steering wheel door opened, a man dressed in office stood up and walked over to Mitha.

"die me, " Mitha's mind no longer cares about the taste of the road water that is slightly swallowed.

"sorry I saw you.."

"you must have mistaken !" cut off Mitha before the man who was now standing before her finished speaking

Mitha hid her right hand behind her body, her heart thumping at the man in front of her, afraid that the man would be angry at seeing what Mitha had done earlier.

The man narrowed his eyes looking at Mitha who looked soaked to his face.

"have we met?" ask the man

mitha nervously looked at the man who was also looking at her probingly.

"maybe you're wrong." Mitha replied

The man did not stop looking at him, from top to bottom and vice versa.

Mitha was wrong to be stared at like that, let alone looking at a handsome man, and God also knew this man in front of her was not a poor person.

"what's your name ?" ask the man again

"what ?" Mitha scrunched her forehead

"what's your name ?" the man repeated his question not stopping to look at Mitha

"Mitha.."

"apparently true, did you forget me ?"

" what is ?"

"we were once a class smp time.."

"has.."

"have you forgotten your master ?"

the man smirked handsomely

"i am Bayu Mahendra, your master, "

"Baa..Bayu.."

Mitha tried to remember 2 again and her mouth immediately gaped as her memories returned to her old school days.

"Wood.me..."

"honey, what are you doing ??"

a woman got down from the car, her pretty face looking sullen watching Mitha.

The man turned around and walked away leaving Mitha still agape like a goldfish.

The luxury car started to drive away after the beautiful man and woman got into it.

"who was that woman ?" ask the woman when the car has been running through the dark streets

"don't know, I don't know.."

the man named Bayu grinned.

His memory goes back to the past, the first high school, the school that contains students2 from among the people, the upper class economy.

Although there are also a handful of children from the lower middle class who get scholarships, such as Mitha, one of the only.

Sweet girl who got a scholarship because of her intelligence so that she could go to school with children2 rich people in the class of businessmen, officials and others.

Bayu recalled the little Mitha, the girl who used to often in his horse, either to make it PR or just told him to do a trivial thing2.

Aahh is true said the saying, the world is not as wide as the leaves of moringa.

****

"where'd you come ?"

Mitha turned her head towards the origin of the voice, apparently her mother who was standing in front of the door of her simple house.

"come home from work, ma'am." mitha snorted

"your shirt is so dirty ?" ask her mother again

"so on the road doused in the street water because 2 cars speeding ma'am." explained Mitha as she put her bag on the woven table on the porch of her house

"he's in the shower, and the wind's in.."

"iya ma'am." nodded Mitha

Mitha put her body on the woven chair, as she looked towards the street of her neighborhood village that had begun to darken.

Mitha did not expect to meet Bayu, her schoolmate.

Bayu, including the naughty child at that time, always made the act that made almost all teachers stroked the chest, because of the influence of his father, it was the influence of his father, guru2 even thought of taking him out of the school which almost every day was made riot by him.

Mitha recalled, she used to be enslaved by Bayu, told to do her PR, told to copy the writing from the blackboard to her book, while the one with the cool book sleeps on the back.

Even so, behind his mischief, he was actually a good boy.

One day when a teacher called Mitha who had not paid off the book payment2 lessons from the school, Bayu approached Mitha who had just been sitting drowning on her bench.

"what's up ?" tanya Bayu sat on the bench in front of Mitha

"ga is what2.." answered Mitha lethargic

"then ? why are you so weak ?" bayu asked again to pay attention to Mitha who was holding hands

"i'm confused." lamented Mitha exhaled

"why ?" Bayu scrunched his forehead

"so Madam Master called me, I haven't paid for book2 lessons this semester.pity father and mother.."

I want to feel Mitha crying, considering her father who only works as an ojek and her mother who is only a freelance nurse who takes care of elderly people2.

" it's just plain lethargic, like thinking about the affairs of state ! that's why I don't like poor people" Bayu grumbled

"you're a good rich man, how do you know what it's like to live hard !" mitha tukas fierce

"why? you want to know what it's like to be rich?" tanya Bayu raised her next to his eyebrows

"can I ?" Mitha asked back with sparkling eyes staring at Bayu

"can.." nod Bayu smiled

"the way ?" Mitha was immediately excited

"just sleep, so I can dream of being rich !"

Mitha was stunned while Bayu immediately laughed out loud2.

It was like Mitha clawed at the handsome face of the boy in front of her who was laughing while holding her stomach.

"you.I hate you !" Mitha growled furiously, her chest tightened with anger.

"eehhhh..jangannn, who will help me if you hate me ?" Bayu immediately put on his face

"just look for another child you want to make a maid for, I don't want any more !" grunts Mitha

"haaahhh..baiklah2, I'm sorry..."

"for what reason would there be a cop if everything was done with 'sorry'." muttered Mitha.

Bayu looked amused Mitha who looked sullen while crossing out his 2 written books indistinctly

"alright..eemm how about I pay off all your textbooks2 lessons as a sign of apology ?" Bayu lowered his voice

"what ?" Mitha looked back at Bayu in shock

"how? I'm good, right ?" Bayu grinned

"where do you have that kind of money.."

"that money is nothing at all, you poor girl,"

with ease Bayu raised one of his legs on the chair, lifted his uniform trousers and lowered his socks.

Mitha was wide in disbelief, the rich man's son kept a sheet2 of money in his socks

increasingly do not understand how the mind of rich people2, money that became a valuable item for Mitha family who had to work hard to get it only became like paper2 which is not valuable for rich people2 like Bayu.

"it's , it's more than enough," Bayu handed a few pieces of money to the table, Mitha was still astonished by what she saw.

"take it immediately to the teacher's room to pay for it.."

"but I don't know when I can replace it.."

Mitha said weakly considering the economic situation of her parents who are all pas2an

"you don't need to change," Bayu said

"what?" Mitha was shocked

"no need to replace the money, no how unnecessary you think, I'd rather lose money than lose you.."

Bayu smiled with his looks looking at Mitha who immediately misbehaved with red cheeks.

"why is your face like a tomato? am I wrong if I'm afraid of losing you ? who will do my PR if not you ? isn't it ?"

heeeeeeeeeee......Mitha seemed to be hit by a hammer with a hard, it turns out that was the real reason Bayu.

"already there to the teacher's room, I will go home to school I wait in the front field of the school," said Bayu while getting up from the chair

"for what ?" mitha asked confusedly

"i want to play football, wait for my bag as usual..."

Mitha gaped at her.Bayu grinned at her.It's nice to see Mitha who is like a goldfish chef, her mouth open and moving2 noiseless, and still like that even though Bayu had waltzed off to go out of class leaving her.

"Mitha ? what have you been doing since you haven't had a shower !" omel Bu Sari, Mitha's mother who saw her daughter was engrossed in sitting daydreaming in the house

"aahh this mother is just annoying .." muttered Mitha.

Undeniably, his meeting with Bayu again made him happy, recalling his old school days.

Bayu who has now changed a lot, is much more handsome with a proportional body than the school period used to be less contained.

Mitha got up from the chair and grabbed her bag while walking into her simple house.

I want to feel immediately shower and sleep because today is so tiring.

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