OUR LOVE IS NOT THEIR LOVE

CKBC 10

"Troy, can you come in?" The sound of Kemala in front of the door of Troy's room.

Grumbling, Troy opened the door to his room. After that he immediately lay back on his king size bed. He looked at his bachelor's room like a broken ship. Without saying much Kemala picked up clothes and books scattered on the floor. Looks like Troy's out of his temper. Troy's bad habit is like this, throwing everything in his room if he feels annoyed and frustrated.

"Troy, dinner first yuk," asked Kemala. "Papa, Cantika and Oma are waiting."

"Not hungry."

"Don't do it, dong. You are already in 12th grade, must maintain the condition Soon you will face the final exam you know," said Kemala. "Do you want to eat in the room? Let mama tell bi Iyem to bring food here."

"Troy's gonna take a break, ma." He breathed a sigh at his son's answer.

"Troy, can you ask me something?"

"Ask what?"

"Papa said you fight?

"Aah.why Broto use ngadu all to Oma. Get a real face!"

"Troy, your papa didn't tell the oma anything. Anto is not reporting either. Papa was just a story to my mom. Oma doesn't know about this."

"Tumben they don't shit." murmured Troy.

"You should not be prejudiced against your father. He often protects you. But apparently oma had a spy at school, whose father doesn't know who it is either."

"Ah, bulls***! Troy could not believe it. The ones called lackeys and sycophants can't be trusted."

"Troy, how long are you going to act like this to your papa?" asked Kemala gently while rubbing her son's back.

"He's not Troy's father."

"She's your mom's husband, which means she's your dad, son."

"No! Ma, Troy's going to sleep" Troy covered his face with a pillow. If so, free Kemala talk at length. Because Troy wouldn't listen.

"Yes, if you don't want to eat. Later if oma asks mama will tell Oma that you are sleepy." Kemala stood up from the bed. "Mama this afternoon made a croquet filled with meat. Mama will have bi Iyem bring you warm milk and croquettes."

After Kemala died, Troy tried to sleep. But his efforts didn't work. Various thoughts raged in his head. He was still upset at Angga because the boy dared to fight him. Look at it later, I'll reply, inner Troy. Suddenly the room door was locked. Troy was on alert. Kill me if oma gets up here.

"Den. den Troy, this is a milk-and-crocket aunt." I heard Iyem's voice. Troy jumped out of bed and opened the door. Actually, he was starving from the fight.

"Just put it on the study table."

"Den, it was non Mala said den Troy's wounds smeared with this ointment so that tomorrow morning heals." Iyem handed over the ointment of Kemala's lick. Iyem is a middle-aged woman who has worked in the Linda Oma family since she was a teenager. His age is not much different from Kemala.

"Still bik. Put it there."

"Non Mala told bibik to do olesin. You see, non Mala said, den Troy would definitely not use this ointment."

"Bik, Troy's not a kid. Let Troy olesin alone."

"Later aunt will take the dirty dishes. Aunty wanted to take a shower and change clothes. After aunty will smear this ointment." Iyem does not want to give up. "If den Troy does not want to recede, let aunt report to Oma if den Troy has finished fighting."

"Eh, don't dong bi! Aunty would have seen Troy not given pocket money with oma?" Troy persuades Iyem not to complain to Linda.

"Eatya den Troy must be obedient if said," Iyem's nag. "Son and mother are both stubborn!"

Troy grinned and hurriedly fled to the bathroom in his room. His stomach started to shake. It is better that he clean up immediately and then have dinner and quickly go to sleep before the oma checks into his room.

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Drrrt. drrrt. Safira's phone screamed when a message came in. Safira, who had just finished reading the Qur'an, immediately took his cell phone before his sister woke up. The clock shows at 10 p.m. Hmm.. Who are these nights sending messages? safira asked in astonished hearts. It can't be twins, right? At this hour they have a sightseeing trip to the island of Kapuk.

Safira was astonished when she opened her phone. He saw an unknown number sending a message.

>>Pura-pura alim. Glad to be fought over by two guys. Basic g***l!

The sound of the message. Then there is video. Safira immediately opened the video. What does video have to do with those words?

"Astaghfirullah." Safira stared in disbelief at the video sent by the unknown person. "This is Troy and ..... The angga?! Why are they fighting?"

Soon his class group suddenly crowded. Apparently someone sent the video to a class group.

>> Wow, that's kak Troy with the IPS kid. Why are they fighting?

>> That's why they fight?

>> Kids IPS? What class? Why are they fighting?

>> Sapphira? What does Sapphira have to do with those two guys?

>> Ordinary, there are pretending to be alim even though the charm spread.

There are still many comments written by his friends. Most questioned what the two boys had to do with Safira. There were even some of his friends who blasphemed with hurtful sentences. Safira could not comment. He believes that if he replies to these comments, surely his friends are more blasphemous spirit. Not only this time was Safira blasphemed like this. Back when his father was in the news for being accused of embezzlement, many of his friends were acting the way they are today.

Drrt. drrt. a private message went into his cell phone. Safira frowned because she did not know the sender number. Who the hell are these nights sending messages? One of my friends who doesn't like it. Safira chose to silence the message.

Drrt.... His phone again read indicating a private message coming in. Geez, what is lacking in all the blasphemy they delivered in the group? ask Safira in my heart. He canceled his intention to open the messages. Really they interfere in the affairs of others, Safira murmured. As soon as I go to sleep, let me help you tomorrow morning.

Safira had just placed her head on a pillow when her phone went off again indicating an incoming call. Yes aampuun.. Who the hell? Uh, but it's usually important that these nights call her. Finally, with his eyes drowsy, Safira answered the call.

"Good night, Sapphira," said the man on the other end. Safira again frowned. The sleepiness disappeared immediately. He rarely receives a call from a man, let alone these nights. This who the hell?

"Asshalaamu'alaykum. Sorry who is this?"

"I'm Troy."

"Oh, brother Troy. What are these nights calling Fira?"

"There's nothing. Just wanted to say good night to you" replied Troy.

"Huh?! How random, brother," Safira replied with a laugh.

"What are you doing?" ask Troy. "I'm disturbing ya?"

"Hmm. yes, brother." Buset nih chick frankly, inner Troy. "I'm gonna sleep when Troy calls."

"Now at this hour have you slept? It's still afternoon."

"Hahahaha. Troy's sister is funny huh. It's 10pm and it's still afternoon. The sky is dark."

"Yes, because I used to sleep over at 12 p.m. Especially lately I've had a hard time sleeping."

"Ooh..."

"Aren't you going to ask me why I have trouble sleeping?" Troy was astonished by Sapphira's usual reaction. If other girls are usually immediately enthusiastic or pretend to be enthusiastic ask this. But Sapphira just responded.

"Sister Troy must have had his own reasons for that" Safira replied.

"I have trouble sleeping because I always remember you" Troy said. Oath, dreadful people, inward Sapphira.

"Ooh..." Jeez, this is a really cute girl. If other girls must have giggled embarrassed as well as tempting.

"Are his reaction?"

"Hmm.. How should I, brother? Why should my sister remember me? It should be before going to bed, pray, and read the prayer." Buseeet, the nights I lectured inner Troy. It's different for girls. Specials.

"Thank you for reminding me."

"Either. Sorry, brother, the phone's gonna last."

"Why? Banned your parents?"

"No. I'm already sleepy. Anyway tomorrow before dawn I've got to get up to help mom cook. If I sleep too late I'm worried it's hard to wake up tomorrow."

"Fir, tomorrow he will come home with me yuk. I'm going to play at your house."

"Sorry brother, tomorrow Fira there is a group work with the twins," elak Safira. That's absolutely true.

"Then we meet at Seto's house."

"Huh?! Wanna what? We can meet at school."

"Hmm. if at school can not talk for long with you. A lot of people bother."

"At home mas Seto also can not chat for long. I'm here to do a job, not to talk."

"Yes too."

"Hmm. sis, I hung up. Assalamualaikum." Without waiting for an answer from Troy, Safira immediately cut off the conversation.

Ih, this is a random person really phone nights, Safira scolding. What the hell does that mean? Is it true that Sinta said that Troy liked me? Bodo is very ah, a waste of time just think about the unclear thing like that. Sleep too. Not until five minutes Safira has sailed to dreamland.

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