PROOF OF LOVE FOR THE STARS

6 Is this the end of my life?

Star

I haven't seen Rion come home in a week since that night. Rion never sent me another chat. Even the 18-year-old man was never active in the group.

I rode my motorcycle to pick up Alya, the teacher of BK to her boarding house. We have made an appointment to spend a free voucher at R cafe.

Than to drag on in the chaos and turmoil that somehow ends. I agree to Alya's invitation.

We arrived at the R cafe and chose to sit on the second floor which was not too crowded. Probably because there is no live music on the second floor.

Unlike the very crowded ground floor. Even in the park is also full of humans who are laughing together.

"It's a very tangled face, Bi?" Alya seemed to notice me who was agitated, upset, languishing.

"Hem, you know Al. Totally shy away from Mr. Vano." This week I avoided that guy. If he's in the teacher's room at break time, then I prefer to eat cup noodles in the cafeteria.

"The cat continues."

"Huh.huh...huh..." Damnit. Alya laughed. "Pretend nothing happened, Bi!"

"Pretend how? All the teachers and students are like infotainment reporters when you look at my face, Al!" I'm upset about that. This week I'm like the nation's Light artist. Ray's just not as famous as I am now.

"Oh, how does he feel about being applied to the field?"

"Oh, how does it feel to be applied to your own friends."

"When do you get on the plaminan, Buk?"

"Don't forget the invitation, Buk!"

I imitate their way of speaking. And it succeeded in making Alya more open. "Dizziness I Al."

Plus, the incident that made me flutter that night kept circling in my head as I looked at Rion.

I realized, he and I were different. Different ages, different professions and different castes.

We both avoided. But I know, Rion always sees me from a distance.

Every morning he was waiting for me to come in the second floor corridor. He's standing up there. And when he sees me getting out of the car, he'll either go or get into class.

As well as coming home from school, Rion always followed me from behind to make sure I got home safely.

I also found her chat on Nair's phone.

*Sister Star is home, Nair?

Star Brother is asleep?

Has the Star gone home*?

And many more. He did all that. Doesn't that mean he's worried about me?

So far, we've only met in class, teaching-learning sat. Rion became quiet. But he often doesn't go to class during other lessons. And this manages to make me restless, its value could be threatened. The final exam counts weeks.

"So, how do you want Bi? Avoiding is also impossible. You're one profession and work in the same place."

Alya's right. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Pak Vano is also starting to get close to miss Agatha." My eyes are round, I've changed the throttles just Mr Vano!

Miss Agatha is an English teacher in class XII MIA. An adult girl, she was about 28 years old. Ask about physical. 98 Rated. Beautiful and body is okay. Front rear mont*k.

"Seriously Al? Move on its use MRT (Integrated Highway). That's fast." I shake my head.

*MRT is a rapid transit rail transport system in Jakarta.

Alya. "I'm thinking gini." Alya straightened her seat. "He's calling you cap-cip-cup like Bi. Accepted sukur, it's okay."

"I thought so too, Al. There were no previous conversations leading up to it. He told me his feelings never. It's not even wind, there's no test of him calling me. Shock dong I'm."

"Well, what's the problem with why he's applying for me at school, in front of the students, Al?" My next.

Alya tapped on the table with her fingers. He was thinking. "Maybe he has high hopes for acceptance, Bi. And you won't reject him in front of the students."

"That's selfish, Al. He only thinks about himself." I'm getting pissed.

Luckily our food order has arrived. I go straight to devour without any rest. And we're not talking about Mr. Vano anymore.

I drove Alya home. It's ten o'clock at night, probably because the road cloudy weather is not too crowded.

"Attending, Bi?"

"Other times, Al. It's gonna rain." I refused.

I ride my motorcycle at a moderate speed. The shirt and jeans I was wearing were unable to dispel the cold air that hit my body.

"Eh... uh.. Why is this?" I feel like my motorcycle is running. Tire leaking?

I stopped my motorcycle and checked it. Right, the tires are leaking. I look around.

It looks lonely because this is a shortcut rarely houses residents and on the left of the road is a park overgrown with tens or even hundreds of large trees.

I'm confused how. I don't see any motor workshop I've been through.

I finally sent a message in group wa. Our group name is Next Generation. It is the second generation of papa dkk. Plus the family of Satya's father's son and aunt Sora.

Star :

Anyone, help me. My motorcycle tyre leaked on XX street.

One minute, two minutes nobody replies. I decided to call papa.

Haven't had a chance to call. "Neng, alone!" A man's cry surprised me.

I pretended to be relaxed as three men surrounded me. "Papa's."

"Papa's sama? How is his face scared?" A man pulled my arm.

I rebelled and managed to escape. I immediately ran away to avoid the three men I thought I had drunk. Because of the smell of alcohol that stings.

I kept running and they chased behind me. Holy hooch! I'm going the wrong way. I was getting into a dark garden.

Krekk!

One of the 3 men pulled my shirt from the back until it was torn. My skin also felt sore, it seemed like his nails hurt my shoulders.

But I managed to escape. I kept running with tears flowing.

I was scared and I regretted ignoring my family.

"Bring the car, Bi."

"Get the motor just pa, cool in the wind!"

"The danger of riding a motorbike at night, son. You're a girl."

"Only at cafe om Ray, ma!"

"I'm taking you, Bi!" Even Zoya offered to offer me.

"You take a break Zoy." I know he's very busy and needs a break.

"Nair, take your sister!"

"Pa, don't let dong!"

And now I can just run and cry. I grieve my stupidity for ignoring them.

Do they all have a bad feeling about me?

"Aau." One of the men pulled my hair that I was driving a horse. Makes me back off.

Oh my God, is this the end of my life?