Not Bucin's girlfriend

Dor

My heart pumps blood faster, the sound also sounds stronger. I don't have heart disease, do I?

I wipe my palms to the shirt, haduh, when just finished washing hands, why see Azam even so dry gini, anyway? Do I have any abnormalities? Deadly disease? Huh, amit-amit, huh.

In addition to drying, my hands were trembling as well. My head is dizzy thinking of two options, shoot or not? Duh, Dedek Ina's dilemma.

Shoot the guy can not be careless, I have to think first profit and loss. All right, let's describe the profit and loss of Azam.

Advantage:

If accepted, my desire to be Azam's girlfriend finally came true.

If accepted, I'll have a handsome guy.

Duh, what else, huh? My brain is so blank.

After a few minutes my brain still found no other benefits. Well, let's think about the loss first.

If rejected, I would be the laughingstock of my classmates, or maybe a school.

If accepted, I will be completely wiped out, yes, my classmates are indeed as thick as that.

If accepted, I would be the enemy of the female tigers in the entire school. Well, how about goosebumps, huh?

If rejected, I will be heartbroken, upset, and other annoying diseases. Could be my body so skinny unkempt. Ih, don't want to.

If the shoot was ignored, I'd be pissed off half to death and badmood.

Okay, wait, why is this even a lot of loss? Is shooting Azam that risky?

Don't I need to shoot, okay? My feelings are not good about it. This may be a kind of feeling that is felt by soap opera characters when there will be bad events.

But, if I don't shoot now, when else? It just so happens that the atmosphere is quiet, so even if it is rejected, not many will know. I believe Azam will not spread gossip, so the news that I was rejected will not leak unless I myself open disgrace. The Azam people never say that, anyway. He's not the type of gossip guy like my classmates.

Duh, how, huh?

After pondering for a moment, I steadied my heart. All right, I'll shoot Azam. When else is the chance when we just the two come again? Certainly not anytime soon.

This is the most important time in my love history, to stop growing or to start flowering. I want to be free from the shackles of undelivered love. I'm tired of being called a weak bucin all the time. Azam's answer will determine whether I move on or still like him.

My little heart hopes to be his girlfriend, but sometimes reality is not in harmony with desire. So I won't expect much, even if I fall, I hope the pain isn't too serious. Don't let me get so upset, depressed, crazy all the time. Uh, amit-amit.

After taking a breath and exhaling it three times, I approached Azam. He was sitting on a chair while operating his car. Hm, it's appropriate that he often goes to the toilet, it turns out ngadem.

Still accompanied by my own heartbeat, I tried to say hello. "A-azam." Duh, out of nervousness, my voice instead became sounding like calling her a.

After one exculpation, I started to stop calling her a. Wh why? Because he's too lazy. Who would call him respectfully? No one.

I had never greeted him, but watching Azam almost every day made me know his habits. He rarely spoke, except when he was with A Akbar who I knew his best friend since Kindergarten. Azam is not even polite with the older brother of the volleyball coach, he sometimes just nods, a smile that looks stiff aka a stale smile, and if asked the answer is only: hm, yes, or shaking his head. Unless it was a question that needed a long answer, it was also the shortest possible answer. I was curious, when he repeated how he did, huh? Short talk, huh? That's the guru who's still healthy until now, isn't it? No high blood, right?

Azam warms his head, glances at me, then refocuses on the game. Tsk, I want to say rude. So he used to poke in front of the toilet to play games? Why not in class? You freak! By the way, this guy's really asking for disleding, huh? When there are beautiful girls call the response just that? Are you sure I want to be her boyfriend?

Wait, Na, don't suudzon just yet, who knows he's so sweet if the same girlfriend. So don't be so bad to think. Stay positive!

But he's a stingy reaction, yeah. Ask why the cake or something. He didn't wonder why I was spying, but he had never been.

Upset, I raise my voice, "Azam!"

I puffed my cheeks, then sat next to him without excuse. If I take his gawai he's angry, isn't he? Want to know how he is if he gets angry again, but how do I sit on my back on my feet? Yes, yes, no. Not polite either.

"A-I ... Anu, can you have a minute?"

Finally he stopped playing the game, then looked at me with raised eyebrows. I waited for a while, not understanding the meaning of his gaze. Will he allow me to talk or not?

His sharp eyes looked straight at my eyes, making blood rise to the face. Duh, this person does not realize what if his gaze is dangerous? I put my head down a little. I'm nervous, really!

He just looked at me, and I looked down. This is him allowing me to talk or not, anyway? Not very clear!

After a while, I saw him take back his phone. So he let me go? Cake anyway! Don't just look at doang! I don't understand. Yes, if I can read people's minds, then he knows without having to talk.

Unknowingly I held back the movement of his hand, this hand really odd to touch Azam's hand, yes even if only the tip of his shirt. Instantly his gaze turned even sharper, it seemed that he did not like it.

I immediately pulled my hand, then lowered my head back. "Sorry."

I took a breath, trying to calm and steady my own heart. I looked at his face, and challenged myself not to turn away.

"A-I .. that .. ermm ... anu ...." Why even so can not come out anyway these words, but just stay to say I like you! C'mon mouth! Cooperate!

Alright, I can't make Azam even more upset. I don't want him to hate me, neutral or even hate it. Move on to me, haha. Why worry about people who hate us, right, no? Duh, my brain is so fucked up, don't know what else to think.

"I-I'm .. I like you." I said it at the speed of light. Even I didn't think Azam could catch what I said.

I froze waiting for his reaction, while Azam froze for what, shocked perhaps? Hm, it turns out that he could be shocked as well?

My heart is full of hope that he will accept my statement, even if it is less than one percent. Wh why? Yeah, 'cause he knows me, how about going out? I think I must be really strange in his eyes, a stranger suddenly realized the feeling. Duh, I would have if Azam also refused. Males is dating an unknown person.

But you know how he responds? He just exhaled, then said, "Know." After that focus on looking forward, or rather the toilet.

I can only respond, "Huh?" with a bloon face. What does it mean to know? And again, is the toilet more interesting than me? Why would he be more willing to look at the toilet than the pretty girl next to him? Am I really that unattractive in her eyes?

My heart screamed, no way! Azam is not normal. She ... really doesn't care about my feelings?

Suddenly I heard a crack, this my heart will not break, right? Rejected well still mending than ignored like this.

"Everyone knows," he continued looking back at me.

I put on a bloon face again, you mean? Everybody knew? One school knows? Since when? I thought it was just my classmates. Who is this leaky bucket that dares to spread this original news? Mama, I want to cry.

I don't know how to react, which is clear now that I really want to shoot Azam seriously, shoot him with a real gun until the blood is spilled. What can he do to respond to my tribe's statements normally? Wonder me.

Azam knows when I feel for him? I feel ashamed and half dead. If he knows, does he also realize I'm watching him a lot? Oh my God, the hole where is the hole? I want to bury myself!

Huh, yasudah. Shameful, you decide shame. I looked at Azam seriously. "You ... Would you not be my girlfriend?"

Uh, oh. I said it well! My nervousness has gone replaced by annoyance. Annoyed by his inhumane response. Why would he take out my disgrace anyway? If you already know yes just answer me directly, he likes me what not. My voice sounded a bit loud just now.

Azam turned his face away, he seemed to think hard. "Hm."

Huh huh? Hm? Hm what does that mean? Accepted what is not? Azam is not very clear! I became interested in mutilating him and I threw the pieces of his body into the piranha pond! Shot the answer hm, hell!

I haven't been able to ask her what she meant, the bell rang home. Geez, I've been out of class too long! My job is not done! Forgetting the clarity of Azam's answer, I immediately ran towards the classroom. No, I don't want to be able to partially collect the taskbook into the teacher's room!