Om, Marry Me?

THE ONA?_15

Today is the last day for Chika and Diyah to school, after 2 hours of preface and all advice has been conveyed by the teacher in front of the office. The previous final level disciples had already gathered in front of the school office. Chika is still pensive in her line, she has not expected if she will graduate with no help from anyone but God. Chika looked at her own hands, yes. This hand he always relied on for money and this hand also prayed, hoping that God would always facilitate all his affairs. Both for the school fees of his two younger siblings and also he had been through, but a few seconds later Chika's beautiful face became moody.

What would I be if I just graduated High School? There is no lighter job if I rely on the High School diploma ONLY. Chika looked up, looking at the clear sky.

Am I not rich, Lord? My destiny is to be poor. Why can't I get that essay. Chika sighed violently, maybe this is indeed the path of fate that God has written. Her thought.

Diyah who is busy just as his phone is aware when looking ahead to the students/students who are shaking hands in turns on all teachers. Diyah nudged Chika on the shoulder when she saw her best friend pensive. “Thinking what the hell, lu?” Chika only shook her head, but seconds later Chika closed her mouth and suddenly pulled Diyah's hand.

“why didn't you tell me we had a greetings-page event?” chika asked annoyed at her best friend.

“Which I know,” said Diyah cuek while putting her flat object into her backpack.

Now both are in the back row according to the line of students who want to take turns to the teachers, a sign of farewell.

“I'm sorry Chika buk, if during this school ever made Mom upset and such and thank you for being patient teaching Chika,” said Chika sincerely by pulling the teacher's hand slowly and he kissed the back of his hand. That's how Chika said and the various answers that the teachers gave her were different with Diyah, she didn't say anything just kissing the back of the teachers' hands.

Chika approached the last teacher, Mr. Rian, this teacher was quite handsome who had been rumored that Mr. Rian liked her but he never responded. Just like that, Chika said sorry and thank you. Then wait for what Mr. Rian will say.

“Chika never bothers or makes mistakes with father, in the eyes of father Chika the perfect student and still left this heart for Chika.” Pointing Mr. Rian to his chest, Chika who was originally bowed now ventured to a grin, looking at the teacher. Engraved smile sir Rian arrived Chika looked at him but soon Chika turned her eyes away. I don't know why he felt like throwing up at that moment.

“Thank you then, Sir.” Chika passed by without greeting Mr. Rian.

Crazy teacher, grumbled Chika annoyed.

“Ceile, only embed Chik. Pretty tajir, handsome again,” said Diyah laughed when she was behind Chika.

“Pala lu, unclean instead look at it. I'm not an actor who takes people's husbands, what else uda have children, I'm not that bad,” Chika replied.

“Joking times I.”

Chika kept silent the words she said earlier as if resuscitating her about someone. I'm not the actor now, loving Adrian who is clearly the husband of the person and they already have children. Then am I a hypocrite? Stabbed with his own words, hitting his chest that suddenly felt claustrophobic.

“Hey, you why Chika.” Diyah grabbed Chika's hand which kept hitting her own chest.

“Hahaha, it's okay Diyah. I'm like a madman now,” said Chika laughing forcefully and letting her chest feel tight.

“Crazy people? Where there's a crazy person as pretty as lo kali.” Hitting Chika's shoulder slowly, trying to joke around. Diyah had no idea what the problem was with her best friend, whom Diyah knew Chika would not be that easy to tell her all about if she was forced to. Diyah was just waiting for Chika to tell her herself.

“That color, I want to try it now,” reply Chika still with keep laughing. “Uda finished the show, we go home yuk. I want to sleep as much as possible at home,” invited Chika after her strange laughter stopped.

“Lo can't go home, come with me.” Diyah pulls Chika's hand, takes her into the car and she is forced when Chika refuses to enter.

“Where are we going, Diyah?” chika asked in the middle of the moving car, opposite the direction of her house.

“Lo just calm down, I will not kill you kok,” replied Diyah a little laugh.

“Ow, my head. Lo why the hell, Diyah?” Instead of answering Diyah suddenly hugged Chika tightly.

“Lo any problem what , Chik. Story to me, aren't we friends? Don't keep it to yourself, Chik. I was next to you, open to me. You know, I love bnget same lo.” Unknowingly her tears flowed. Likewise with Chika he was also holding tightness with eyes that began to get wet by tears.

“Can you give me time? I can't say it Diyah.” Diyah nodded and took off her arms and cupped the cheeks of the woman she loved.

“Gue is not maksa, Chik. Actually I want to guess what your problem is, but I still doubt it. Alright I'll wait for your story aja.” Chika smiled, her hand now wiped away the evil tears that drenched Diyah's delicate cheeks. He was grateful to have a very understanding friend like Diyah.

“It turns out that you are ugly too if you cry again,” jokes Chika laughs, Diyah also laughs. “Sial lo,” reply Diyah. Friends, understand each other. If your best friend has not wanted to tell the problem, you as his best friend only strengthen himself and say if you are there to listen to him all complaining, grieving, sad and understanding, if he arrives later he will want to tell you.

“Luck well we are not on the highway stop, if not...” Chika hung up her sentence. “Udah is dead,” continued Diyah with a second laugh.

***

“There can I help you with, Miss?” ask one of the fashion officers. Now Diyah and Chika are in the most luxurious clothes shop in the city of A. Chika elbowed her best friend's arm. “We want to do something here?” Confused because Diyah brought her on a trendy branded dress that Chika had never had before.

“Ten easy lo,” whispered Diyah. “Show us trend shirt now.” The commandment of Diyah was on 4 men who were ready to serve them.

“Good Miss,” reply one of the women who looks neat, Chika thinks maybe it's her manager. Just a few minutes there were 20 statues of branded clothes lined up in front of Chika and Diyah. Chika closed her mouth, amazed by the clothes she saw at this moment.

"Pick which one you like" said Diyah without looking at her best friend, her eyes continue to trace the clothes that look right for Chika.

Whoa, crazy for clothes. In all beautiful, about Diyah buy for whom yes. Inner Chika continued to daydream without taking her eyes off the clothes lined in front of her.

"If you are confused, you can take it all," continued Diyah who now turned her eyes to face Chika and patted Chika's arm softly that looked dreamy.

"Eh, why Diyah?" ask plain Chika. Diyah knitted her brows. Did he not hear me? "Why Diyah?" ask Chika repeating her question.

"Pick which clothes you like, baby," said Diyah emphasized the word baby, anxious about Chika who is too plain.

"Seriously?" chika asked with sparkling eyes, still could not believe that Diyah bought her a shirt.

"Am I kidding, baby? Just pick it up, before I change my mind." He said as he sat himself on the waiting sofa. Chika wastes no time, she approaches clothes she has never had. Looking at the seal bales near the neck of the shirt, his eyes suddenly grew and immediately saw Diyah raising her eyebrows next door, like asking. What was?

Crazy this cheating shop like, take advantage of a lot. The price of one shirt is up to 1 million more. Chika closed her mouth and took a few steps back.

"Nothing I choose" Chika finally said.

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