MY HANDSOME GIRL'S

CHAPTER 22*POV ZASKIA ASSADIL ALAM

What was my dream last night? Yes, coming home from work while passing through Bhishma's room, he suddenly came out of the room and gave me a small gift.

"This makes lo. Although small I hope you like it," he said with a smile. After saying so he went straight into his room.

I was still silent unmoved with a gawking face I stared at the door of his room unblinking. Upon realizing it, I immediately rushed into Rinjani's room. Well, it's small but it's really worth it to me. I cheered with excitement myself to unconsciously jump on Rinjani's mattress while hugging the small box. I was screaming in my heart. My tiredness today paid off by a small gift from Bhishma.

Suddenly the door of the room opened, I immediately installed a sitting position. Someone came out the door.

Oh, my God, it's Rinjani. I think Bisma's coming in. My heart that was beating almost broke.

"Well, well, wow." Rinjani smiled at me. And of course it makes me feel embarrassed.

"It's got a little prize feel can car raffle, huh?" god again.

"You can do it, Jani."

"Quick, Brother. Open to know what it is?" Rinjani sat leaning beside me. In a hurry he told me to quickly open the card.

And it turned out to be a purple hairpin with a very funny floral motif.

Rinjani looks so amazed to see it. "Aaa .. funny hairpin. Ari Emang so sweet, anyway. Come on, brother, try it!" he said, leading me to the mirror. "The wig's gone."

I also took off the wig I was wearing. And let my hair run. Then with my heart pounding I put it on slowly.

"Gee ... Kia's sister is so sweet," said Rinjani, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

I can't say anything. Even my mouth cannot express what I am feeling right now.

"That's right, brother. Brother Ari must also have feelings for Kak Kia. Proof Ari kak kata kakai kayak gini gift."

"You don't overdo it, Jani. It's just a small gift. Who can give a gift to someone they don't like."

Rinjani rolled both her eyes. "Terselah Kia aja, deh. For sure if I think Ari's sister likes it with Brother."

I hope so. But I wasn't really hopeful. Because I'm afraid to be disappointed if reality doesn't match my expectations. I suffered enough because of Papa. I don't want to feel any more pain than that.

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I entered the classroom with a face. Along the way, I smiled to myself. Maybe to those passing by I look crazy. Bodo time, I don't care. I am obviously very happy. Because this morning Bhishma praised me for wearing the hairpin from her. Of course I wear it on the wig I wear, not on my real hair.

"Lo is so sweet, Al," those words always ring in my ears. The sweetest words from Bhishma that I will never forget. Damn, my nose almost slipped out of place if I kept remembering those words of Bhishma.

As I sat down, Yayu came straight to me. He checked myself.

"I think there's something different. But what, huh?" he thought as his hands were stuck on his temples. I waited for what kind of reaction Yayu had when she realized I was different. Then he brought his face closer to me. "Al, since when do you wear hairpins?"

I smiled with satisfaction, he finally realized too. "Since then."

"You're so sweet, Al." he praised.

"Thank you, Yu."

"Either. Oh yeah, who are you with? Her hairpin is funny. It fits you so well sweet."

"This is from ..." I'm not done talking yet, the entrance bell rings. And the teacher who taught me in my class had his nose in sight. Though I want to tell Yayu who the person who has given me this hairpin (which I think is special). Maybe next time.

I decided to take a walk around the school. On the basketball court I saw Bisma, Ilham and Dicky playing basketball. Bisma glanced at me. I waved to them and approached them.

"Gue can play?" my many.

"May," they answered in unison.

"Why not," said Ilham who seemed a little stunned to see me wearing new accessories. Ge'er. But I really didn't lie.

I immediately joined them. We're on two teams. I joined Ilham's team, while Dicky went to Bisma's team. The game begins.

Although they are all guys, but my ability and energy are not much different from them. Even in the first half I scored. My team cheered happily. And Ilham suddenly hugged me, whether intentionally or not. Maybe he was too excited.

"Sori," he said when he realized that he had embraced me.

"No pa-pa".

We restarted the game. And now the Bisma team is really playing seriously. They don't want me to take a goal back from them. When I was busy keeping my ball from falling into the hands of the opponent, suddenly Bisma painstakingly tried to grab the ball, our noses accidentally touched a little. And of course it makes me dag, dig, dug. Until I was caught off guard and unwittingly the ball has been captured by Bhishma. They cheered when Bisma scored.

I just silently stared,

"Al, how are you, anyway?" shouted my other team in disappointment.

"Al, you're okay, right?" tanya Ilham who immediately awakened me from my daydream.

"Eh, no. I hope, yes. Tired, here." I walked to the edge of the field to rest for a moment.

I held my nose that had come into contact with my nose. The roar of her warm breath was still clearly felt by me. I don't know why I held my lips. Her nose just felt soft, what if her lips ... shit, was thinking what the hell am I? Why am I being this pervert. I immediately brushed off the thought and patted my head a few times (slowly of course).

"Lo really don't pa-pa, Al?"

I looked up and found Ilham standing right in front of me.

I frowned a little at Ilham because of the sunshine. "Gue's okay, Ham."

Inspiration to tear himself beside my seat. A few minutes Ilham looked at me, and I felt a little annoyed by his gaze.

“Elo see me continue?”

“Soalya I seneng lo wear that hairpin. Elo really fits.”

I looked down embarrassed while holding a smile. “Elo can be, Ham.”

“Means not in vain dong I love you that. I really want to use a gift from me.”

Like a ladder, suddenly my smile faded. Didn't I hear wrong, the inspiration that gave me this cute hairpin. “So, this is from lo?” ask me to make sure that my hearing is not problematic.

“Lho, did Bisma not say that it was from me?” ask Inspiration back.

“Sori, Ham. I forgot.” Someone's voice snatched our conversation. That's the sound of bisma.

“Sori, yes. Yesterday I wanted to say that you have entered the room, and I do not want to disturb your break time, because you must be tired of coming home from work,” he said again.

I'm still silent, so this is a gift from Inspiration? Not from Bisma. My happiness turned into disappointment in a matter of seconds.

“Al?” Bisma waved her hand in front of my face. To awaken me who unconsciously I daydreamed.

“Eh, thank you, Ham. I love her hairpin.” I'm trying to smile. An impressed smile was forced.

Deep down my heart was disappointed. Isn't it clear that Bhishma has no feelings for me. But, this self-destructive heart still hopes that Bhishma likes me.

At night after work I decided to stay outside the house and sit by the pool to relieve my fatigue because from earlier in the workshop was very crowded. I looked up at the sky with a box of music I got from Bhishma.

I turned the screw located at the bottom. Churning the rhythm of music that can make me calm.

“Elo apparently still save the music box.” The bisma approached me and sat beside me. He raised his smile at me.

“Emang you think I did it?”

Bisma chuckles. "Not that time either. Oh yeah, elo again what are the nights here. Not sleep. What is school late tomorrow?”

“Lho, tomorrow is Sunday," I said.

Bisma patted her eel. “Yes geez I forgot. Means it's Sunday night dong?”

“Iya.”

“Maclum has long been single so do not realize that Sunday night is there,” the candle.

I'm laughing a little. ”Can only be single base,” my tease coupled with my laughter.

“Hey, self-conscious lo also single know.” He mocked me back.

“Yes, fellow singles are forbidden to mock each other,” I said while laughing with Bisma.

Yeah, even though Bhishma doesn't have the same feelings as me. At least, being able to laugh with him alone was enough to make me happy. Because love doesn't always have to be, it's quite like this.