Prince Gesrek

Kafa

The cafeteria was quite quiet, only a few students were still in school. The eight students plus Mr. Kasim were breathing heavily. Running in the afternoon does eat excess energy, sweat splashing on their faces, their clothes also look wet.

Arriving in front of the kiosk Mr. Kasim Deden directly lying on the floor, feeling the clean and cold canteen floor. His back looked exhausted. Juna sleeps on top of Deden's body, the condition is not much different. Gibran pressed their bodies casually, stretching his body until a crackling sound was heard, the last Si Cunguk Vino who followed over the three of them, his position became the top. Now they are exactly like dirty laundry piled up on each other.

Key, Viera, Bagas and Zea sat on top, facing each other at one table. They belong to normal people.

"Woy! U-urang .. engap," said Deden difficulty breathing, patting the floor below.

Gibran laughed hearing that, the most satisfied Vino laughed. Key just shook his head at their behavior.

"S- damned best friend! I'm the nigger down below!" cerca Juna is unable to move.

"Maneh pengekur under the name stay, Jun," said Deden annoyed. "Gir-gir, woy! Take no backup life!" Deden patted the person on it.

Vino laughs to change his position, he sleeps close to Key's desk and the others, while Gibran sleeps next to Juna. Their position changed, now like a pindang fish lined up.

Gibran set his breath back to normal, his face turning red like a chameleon. "Huh ... crazy! Tired!" the student breathed a rough breath.

"We're tired too!" timpal Viera heard Gibran complain.

"Sir, drink, dong, eight bowls," pinta Deden told Pak Kasim.

Kasim, who was in the stall, looked at him for a moment. "Would the drink be used in a bowl?" tanyanya confusion.

"Yes .. kitu wae tajna, mah. (Yes ... that's the point.) "

"Eh, Akhu don't. Just wanna stay here for a second. Akhu wants to nyampein something as khamu," said Zea shakes his head, his hair a little muddy because wet.

"Oh, the others are willing, right?" asked Deden, all nodding in unison. "Seven means, sir. Drink it the same." Deden ordered again.

"Attent, yeah. Mr. Ngaso first," replied Mr. Kasim with a bad breath.

Deden raised his thumb high. "Sip, Sir! Relax wae." Deden smiled, he turned his attention to Zea. "What are you talking about, Ze?" tanya Deden stood up, his legs still straightened.

"Can we talk to ajha?" Zea slightly begged, showing her puppy eyes.

"Here" said Deden patting the floor in front of him.

Key's eyes widened in shock, he looked at Deden with a sharp look. Deden who saw Key's expression change desperately held back his laughter.

"I mean, bukhan's here," Zea explained.

"Where does he want to be? Are you sure ... are you two?" deden told Zea. He smiled staring at Key.

Key looked at them seriously. Feeling there is a hot air, when indeed the earth is being hit by global warming. Deden looked at Key hesitantly. Why did the mood turn gripping? Or is it just his feeling? Deden is not ind*mie's son, but seeing Key's increasingly deadly gaze, he is frightened as well.

Deden clandestinely shows the palm of his hand with the inscription and signature of his girlfriend. He blinked his eyes at Key while smiling sweetly. Reminds him if he really belongs to a Key. Key just grieves slowly, reminding Key to immediately throw a dedicate to Antarctica later.

"Here you are, Ze. Nothing" said Deden calmly.

Zea fixed her position facing Deden who was sitting below. "Akhu moved to Indonesia because of-"

"Papa's sire?" guess Deden cut Zea's speech.

Gibran, Vino, and the others leaned in for curiosity over the conversation of Deden and Zea.

"Yes, khamu know. My father's colleague Om Dirga, they're working together. Akhu was asked to watch over you up close and tell you all your activities." Zea looked down lethargic. "Akhu can't refuse it."

Those who heard looked surprised, even Mr. Kasim who was busy making drinks was surprised.

"Oh," timpal Deden is concisely solid and clear.

"Aren't you surprised?" ask Zea to be confused.

"Don't know, here! Shocked, dong!" titah Vino patted Deden's arm. "Not cool, is. His expression was not like an artist in soap operas, who was surprised by it, you know." Vino showed a startled movement in the style of soap operas, his mouth open, fortunately no flies passed.

Thank you Bagas, for patting hard Vino's head which is not contained. Vino held his head in pain.

"Baginda papa. It's not weird."

Mr. Kasim carries a tray full of iced orange drinks, which are placed in a bowl complete with a spoon and straw. Stored on the table and distributed, Mr. Kasim really made what Deden asked for, truly remarkable!

Other students came just for lunch before going home.

"What's up, Ze?" juna asked, puzzled to see the bowl in front of him, but continued to drink it with a straw.

"Om Dirga wants to know everything you do. He wanted to protect you," Zea continued, staring intently at Deden.

"He ... Kafa," muttered Key softly, looking at Deden who was still holding back his emotions.

Everyone was silent, no one dared to reprimand Deden. In fact, the drink in front of Deden almost spilled. Zea looked at Deden fearfully, while the others began to scoop the drink slowly. Zea and Deden shouldn't be talking about it here.

"Do you ever try, do you talk well, how you?" asked Zea slightly lowered her head, not daring to look at Deden directly.

"Make what?!" Deden's jaw hardened, his hands clenched hard, he changed his sitting position cross-legged."Free! He just wants me to pull! All that is ruled must be obeyed! I'm not a robot, I have a heart!" deden pointed to himself.

Okay, nobody dared to talk. They stared at each bowl like a killer teacher who had to be noticed.

"You changed. Ever since Rayyan's accident .. your khamu really changed." Zea's eyes glazed over.

"How do you want me?!" deden's screams shocked. Bagas until the wrong drink into his nose.

"Sorry, Ze. Maybe you should go home now," Key pleaded a little.

The girl with the shoulder-length blonde hair stood up, leaving while carrying her bag. He covered his face with his hands.

"Oh yeah I just wanted to. I've seen Zea, papa lo, as a doctor in the school parking lot. They talked about lo, but I forgot what." Viera explained something that had been forgotten.

"When?" ask Key to make a sound.

"When, huh? I fought with my ex!" said Viera pressed the final word and stared intently at Vino in front of him.

"Why eyes? Ask to be plugged?" cerca Vino is upset.

"Cool, here. Here's how dare!" Viera's eyes glared defiantly.

"Don't fight. I'm curious, here. Who's the doctor?" ask Gibran looks enthusiastic.

Viera seemed to remember for a moment."If not wrongly named Haidar," he said later.

Suddenly Deden stood up, surprised to hear the name of the person he knew. "Jun, Anterin Key's home. Don't get scuffed!" his word was flat, Deden stepped away from the canteen.

"Where are you going, Den?" ask Gibran to see Deden who is away.

The beautiful girl who was mentioned earlier stood up, she followed Deden whose figure began to be invisible around the corner.

"Where are you going, Key?" ask Gibran again.

Bagas stared at their departure, somehow his heart still hurt despite trying to let go.

Deden's move was so fast, key had trouble catching up with him. "De-, Kafa!" call Key tight.

Deden stopped his steps, Key immediately ran up to him. Key's hair was messy, his legs were also tired of constantly running

Key presses his cheek Deden slowly. "Key called out to Deden," said Key smiling sweetly, tilting his head at Deden from the side.

"Well, lo? I saranin lo cepet go home," said Deden flat, whether since when he had been wearing a jacket and carrying his bag.

"Lo's okay? Where are you going? I'm coming!" key bertubi.

Deden remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking. Key saw Deden's eyes still emanating a rage.

"Den?" call Key slowly.

"Lo has to go home! Don't follow me!"

The spicy beauty was still watching Deden seriously. Key hesitantly clasped Deden's hand with his writing and signature.

"It's okay. If you can't figure it all out yet," Key said cheeringly, he slightly tiptoed to pat the top of Deden's head slowly. "Sometimes, we have to be angry when we feel that everything is unfair, we also have to cry when we feel hurt, and we can rest when we feel tired. After that, we must get back up! Don't keep all the flavors alone. I'm on deket lo." Key looked at their clasped hands.

Deden looked towards Key next to him, his gaze turning heartily. "Gue has to go!" said slowly. Deden let go of their grasp just like that.

Key smiled faintly, staring at his back. "Fighting! My prince," muttered Key barely.

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