Not the Ex-Friend

Love Letter

His full name is Devano Putra Wijaya, a 11th grader IPA-1 who is one of the idol guys at Dharma Bangsa High School. Not a ketos but quite popular and has many fans ranging from 10th to 12th grade students there. Jago in basketball lessons and sports but has never been dating and is not too interested in responding to his fans who blatantly expressed his love and willing to be his girlfriend. Although his gank friends consisting of Joshua, Leo, Arya and Ernest persuade Devan to try courting one of his fans, Devan is not interested in the slightest. Even the figure of Emilia, an idol girl at Dharma Bangsa High School and is one of Devan's big fans, does not make Devan interested in trying his name dating.

Bianca Aprilia, 11th grade IPS-3 student is one of Devan's admirers since 8th grade. Bianca is always one school with Devan since Junior High and then continued to High School. Realizing that she is different from Devan, Bianca can only admire Devan secretly and steal the opportunity from a distance. In terms of physical, economic and cleverness, Bianca realized that she was like the earth and sky when compared to Devan.

But somehow courage from where, when finished running PAS semester 2 in the 11th grade, Bianca desperate to meet Devan to express her feelings.

“Devan,” Bianca called the guy from door class 11 IPA-1. Devan was sitting in a position to talk with his four friends in the middle of empty lesson hours.

Devan immediately turned his head towards the source of the voice that called out to him.

“Cie cie Devan.. added another fan note,” seductive Joshua, the most noisy and noisy guy among the five of them.

Devan was still sitting on the bench and just knitted his brows as if asking what purpose Bianca called him.

“You called Mr. Herman to the teacher's office,” continued Bianca a little nervous. The two fingers squeezed each other because of an unreasonable feeling. Gets temptation from Joshua, his mouth reflexes telling lies.

Devan got up from his stool and started to step outside.

“Need to be cemented Van ?” chirp Ernest.

“Who knows galfok same sweet girl so forget the direction of the teacher's office,” timpal Leo who responded with laughter Joshua, Ernest and Leo himself. Arya who was also there chose silence and her eyes focused on looking at the figure of Bianca who had attracted her attention since the 10th grade.

Devano, who was teased by his friends, was indifferent and went out the door past Bianca who was still standing with mixed feelings. Both of his hands were put into his pockets and stepped towards the teacher's office without speaking anything to Bianca.

“Devan,” call Bianca again. Devano reflexively stopped his steps and turned to look at Bianca.

“Pak Herman in teacher's office right ?” ask her in a cold voice. Without waiting for Bianca's reply, Devan turned around and wanted to continue his steps.

“Not,” Bianca tightened her voice to stop Devan's move. “In the backyard near the warehouse,” he continued while stepping closer to Devan who came back to stop when he heard the word not from Bianca milut.

“Why meet near warehouse ?” Devan furrowed his brows while looking at Bianca who was already standing face to face. Bianca gave a quick glance while shrugging her shoulders then lowered her head again.

Although a little confused by the information presented by Bianca, Devan continued his steps down to the ground floor to the back of the school where the warehouse is located. Bianca ran a little bit following Devan's steps which were quite fast and wide.

Arriving in front of the warehouse, Devan was frenzied looking for the figure of Mr. Herman, a sports teacher and the coach of the basketball team chaired by Devan.

“Where's the Hermannya Pak?” Devan stared intently at Bianca, who was a bit annoyed by following Devan's steps.

“Sorry,” great-grandson Bianca while looking down. “Sorry I lied,” Bianca took a deep breath while regulating the feeling of deg.

”I actually want to talk to you, but if I say frankly you definitely do not want,” laniut Bianca again. And with a bit of determination, Bianca raised her head to look at Devan who looked very upset. His gaze looked sharp and an aura of anger was seen in the radiance of his face.

Without responding to Bianca's words, the man grunted and turned to leave Bianca, but Bianca's hand reflex blocked Devan's hand.

“3 minutes.. Please just give me 3 minutes for now,” Bianca let go of her cheque and cupped both hands in front of her face like a begging person.

Devan grunted in annoyance but seeing Bianca's face he finally turned to face Bianca.

“3 minutes and no more,” Devan replied while setting a stopwatch on his watch.

Bianca took a deep breath again. Between the relief that Devan was willing to give him a chance and the sense of deg can continue to churn in his heart. Bianca hurriedly took out an envelope from her skirt pocket and extended it to Devano.

“Please welcome even if you have no intention of reading it,” Bianca pushed the white envelope closer to Devan's hand.

“You can think of a dreadlocks and laugh after reading it. But I beg only one, I beg you,” Bianca paused her sentence to take a deep breath.

“Do not read it together with others including your friends and do not let others read it to you,” Bianca cupped her hands back as a plea.

Devan glanced at Bianca's eyes and turned to the envelope the girl was still holding.

“That's 2 applications instead of one,” Devan replied ketus.

In a quick motion Devano pulled the white envelope from Bianca's hand, folded it and stuffed it into her trouser pouch. Without any other words, Devano turned around and left Bianca still standing stiffly. Among the happy because Devano received an envelope containing an outpouring of his heart and a little anxious whether Devano would read it or directly throw it in the trash.

With mixed feelings, Bianca returned to her class located on the 2nd floor. His steps look shaky because it is greater anxiety than happiness, until unknowingly, he has arrived in front of class 11 IPS-3. A rowdy sound is heard throughout the class because the hours of lessons after PAS are more relaxed and many hours are empty.

“Aunt Bian,” the sound of Mia's cry welcomes her as her steps fit in front of the classroom entrance.

“Whispering !” Della plays the voice of Mia who immediately echoed in the classroom.

“Diihhh sewot aja,” Mia pouted while rubbing her eel.

Bianca was silent with a listless bow. She throws her ass down on the bench next to the empty Della while Mia sits on the table. His body felt limp after going through mixed feelings and quite hot air that morning.

“Where the hell is Auntie,” Mia menoel Bianca cheeks whose face is still down. “Kok lemes so ? After what ?” continued.

Bianca took out a notebook from her bag to make a fan. He took a deep breath before answering Mia.

“Out of the backyard,” pulled 2 pcs tissue milk Della on the table. “Search for inspiration,” continues in response to Mia's reaction linking her eyebrows together.

“Diihh his style,” Mia patted Bianca's head gently with the book she was holding for a fan. Bianca reflexes turned her head and glared at Mia, but her friend who had a chirping voice just laughed.

“Kantin yuukk,” Della gets up from her stool.

“Yuukk deehh.. Bosen also nih empty lesson do not know until what time,” Mia also followed up from her seat.

“Males aahh,” Bianca is still sitting on her stool while fanning her face with a book.

“Colah.” Mia pulls Bianca's hand until the girl awakens. “Find the seger-seger of hot bete in class... Yukkk ah.”

Finally Bianca also came with her two friends, Mia still holding her hand.

“Do not join, later thought to be confused lo,” Della released the hands of Mia and Bianca.

“Dih carelessly yes,” Mia glared at Della.

“Eh grandmother, if I am safe because I know both elo.. Well others do not tao themselves, let alone noh in front,” Della pointed to a group of students who walked not far from them.

Mia turned her head to follow Della's hand and then gave a sharp reflex.

“Duuhh group kespentilan again,” umpatnya slowly.