Pak Army

Baikans

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pov Baras

Several times my phone vibrated because there was a chat coming in from Zaki mas I deliberately did not reply because lazy. Sometimes, I just read.

It has been almost a week I did not go to college have many subjects left behind but, I did not just shut up, as a diligent student I also did the task that the lecturer gave but, as a student, it was written by Rudi. I don't want to make this sick excuse to slack off.

If you ask me how many days I live in Zaki mas I answered it has been 3 days, repeatedly he called, chat even contacted mama to talk to me but, I always refuse all that. I don't know, do you think I'm overreacting?

Today I intend to walk the morning around the complex with my friends intend to restore energy as usual so as not to feel weak continue.

currently I, Angle, Rudi, Santi and Bagus have gathered in the field preparing for the road to the outside of the complex. Rudi, Santi and Bagus ran because they planned to register as cadets so, for that they prepared themselves.

Don't ask me if Angle and I have no interest, hahaha. We are more interested in becoming an entrepreneur. After all, it can't be her soldiers can still be her literary mother, hahaha right?

In the middle of the trip, Angle and I were surprised by the cessation of a black fortune car in front of us.

I know who owns this car.

Sure enough when the owner went down was none other and not the face of the mas Zakilah who was seen. I was fascinated to see his looks right now. He uses a shirt with short pants and eyes wrapped in sunglasses so that it makes him look maximum handsome.

He came closer to us as soon as I threw away my gaze in the other direction.

"Morning, sir" Angle greeted him.

"Bagi"

"Ras, come with yuk"

"Yet the same with me"

"No papa, Race. Rich as anyone" Angle.

Ih, the Angle is insensitive, I muttered.

"Come on" I had to get in his car. Apparently, before Zaki brought me, he had permission from my mother from the beginning. Apparently, he had planned all this.

There was no conversation in the car. He continued to focus on driving while his eyes stared at the road. Until, arrived the car pulled over in a mini market.

"You coming?" I nodded without looking at him. Mas Zaki came down shortly he came back with a bottle of mineral water.

"Drink, Race. I know you're tired of the road"

I was angry, he still had time to pay attention, this kind of thing that makes me melt.

"Not thirsty"

"Come on dong, keep ramming, huh" I snorted annoyedly and grabbed the bottle of drink.

"Aren't you?" He asked when he saw me having trouble unsealing the bottle.

I'm silent. He grabbed the bottle and opened it for me.

"More"

"Thank you" she smiled. And I drink it.

Mas Zaki returned to drive his car.

"What do you want to eat, Ras?" He asked as his eyes continued to focus on staring at the road but, occasionally glanced at me.

"No laper"

"Porridge, will?"

"I'm saying no laper, really"

"Udah ah, take it. Very well, I can't keep getting it"

I'm silent.

"Mas sorry, Ras. Not what I mean you snapped so. I'm jealous, Race. Very very jealous. You give her a smile, you call her brother, you are so sweet in front of her. I don't like that"

"I'm sorry, Ras. If the word mas makes you hurt" I'm starting to feel unbearable to see him like that. Soul, his firmness faded instantly before me.

"Yes, Laras also apologized" I said with my face lowered in shame.

"No papa. Mas understand"

"You want to eat, what?" Reciprocity.

I can't hide my hunger because I'm hungry right now. My pride disappeared instantly.

"In this area. You see Laras wears this shirt"

"What happened to your shirt? So polite"

"Yes the time was so cool, I thought so?"

"Why is that?"

"Aren't you ashamed?"

"Ngapain shame. Weird about you, we're eating at the mas caffe subscription, huh?" I nodded resignedly.

Upon arrival at my caffe and mas Zaki immediately went down the thing that made me shocked was that he arrived holding my hand into the caffe. I tried to rebel but, nil strength strong cuyyy.

We sat in seat number 35 and before long the waiter came to hand out the menu book.

"What do you want?" Ask me.

"This brown dessert is just like water" the waiter wrote my order.

"I, steak the same avocado juice" the waiter wrote another order of Zaki's mas.

"Fine please wait" we nodded and the waiter passed away. I grabbed my phone in my pants pocket and I leaned it against the back of the chair. I did not realize it turns out that Fajri sent many Wa messages, but none of them I saw immediately I blotted out all the messages.

"Whose chatingan is the same?" Seeing me cool with a cell phone does not rule out the possibility of curiosity.

"Just like a guy, I am" I replied deliberately provoking his anger, ahaha.

"Who? It's also better to make trouble again, you" I smiled put the phone on the table quickly he grabbed my phone and said there was no password in it so, so, he is free to open anything.

"Sister Fajri? Who?" Ask.

"Bad brother"

"Oh, huh? I don't know you"

"Yes, he doesn't know. The person he was in the city of M again education CABA (Calon Bintara)"

"Tell?" I'm nodding.

"No story"

"Mas did not ask" not only until there he opened all my sosmed, read the contents of my dm with friends online. And the thing that surprised me was that he put his picture on my SG and replaced my IG profile picture with his current one.

"Kok replaced, mas?" Just pissed.

"From IG you don't have a profile picture. Better to put up a photo. Look out for it removed" I snorted annoyed. Good thing baby, my mind.

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What is their story? Still a sport, right? Wait for the next chapter, okay.

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