Satan, Holy, Human
Chapter 12: Well, There's Lah Anyway
THE NEXT day, with the intention of apologizing, I ventured to visit
Remi at break time. Although this is a rare moment because Remi is for sure
being with his classmates, I have to do this, I have to force it.
I went to the cafeteria eating area, started to glance left-right
where is that slippery hair. “Wah!? You dare to eat
seblak. Kkkkp. Really strong? Yesterday you were crying, right?”
“Enak. Who has a spicy mouth is not just
lo. I can also eat spicy!”
“Eh, Gib?”
“Gib? How are you?”
“Halo, Gib,” some classmates Remi
(not part of the group hanging out at the station stall) answered my greeting and
initiate pleasantries. “Come to eat!”
“Oh, yes yes. Eat please,” I replied
I sat down next to Remi. “Oh, I know. This is your wits tomorrow
not in, huh? Let's have a long weekend? Kkkkkp. I know I cheated, right!
Indeed delinquent lo, yes!”
“Ahahaaha! Exactly, Gib. Don't be merciful!
Ahahahah!”
“Ud-haah...just look at it, huh..., I'm going to skip it!” expostulating
Remi waved his hands, fending off the laughter of his friends. He's still trying
as hard as you can to continue to spend spicy food with his poker face,
though clearly his tongue continued to stick out like a hot dog.
“But it looks good eating seblak. I also bought, ah!”
“Do not! Men-ding lo-hah.., buy white milk aj-hah! I'll ask you later. Lo
eat my ex,” refuse Remi keeps me away.
“Lah? He said you were strong? How, anyway? Kkkkp. By the way, evidences
dong!”
“Gue kasih-hah. It's called symbiotic mutualism. Lo bego's student
won't understand! Mutual sharing-hah... mutually benefited.”.
“Do not. White milk ugly if abis eat seblak. Mending you buy bread
aja. Let's be together too, right?”
“Why bread? Mending to buy hot tea! Opponent hot is just as hot! If
cold will not finish the problem.”
“Ngawur. Mending to buy rice. Coincidentally the rice still exists
tuh! If you use rice, it will be more neutral. Believe, deh!”
“That's all the menus you want to buy, kali? Kkkkp. So I bought whatan, then,
nih?”
“Not that, Gib. We are good. Trying to give advice let you
later do not mengeselesel,” call one of the other friends with a low tone such as
tip.
In the end, I just bought rice rolls and water. Buy something
among the suggestions, so that there will be no more hot atmosphere due to debate
between one with the other. After that, we ate with whatever was above
table (except for spicy seblak Remi), until the bell again sounds signifying
the break is over.
Although this was just a mediocre session of rest, at least
I can make up with Remi related to yesterday— even though I still
can't keep up with the activities I don't know what. “Indeed yesterday again doing,
deh? I was left with buset. Follow dong!” my door touched on yesterday's events.
“There's a point,” Remi replied no matter.
“Ahaha! Yes there is, it is! That business, tuh! Anyways. Ahahaha!” another friend
respond with another laugh.
After chatting further, it turns out ‘important majors it’ still
will still be done today (and I'm still not invited). Until, no
there will be a hanging out event at the station stall, no longer able to pass the time
afternoon as usual.
Problem...why?
Why am I left again? I think our relationship is good
just any?
While tossed about in a sea of prejudice, I stared at his back
Remi and the other friends who left me in the school cafeteria alone.
The third bell rang, a sign to go home in the afternoon. After finishing business
the misunderstanding with Remi on the first break wasn't actually over
also, a conclusion was made that daily events to gather were hanging out
silence waiting days at the station stall, will not be carried out.
Now, the question arises. What should I do without
them?
Would I possibly be able to play futsal with Faisal?
What about Balkis? Is the meeting over?
The atma…? I'm afraid Gatra is there and bothering everyone.
Sacred…? I just knew him yesterday. It feels good to do
anything at all.
…
I don't want to be alone, I don't want to be lonely!
Someone please accompany me!
Don't leave me alone again!
Don't... Leave.. After all, why was I abandoned Remi, anyway!?
Whyyy!? Whyyy!? Whyyy!? We're not angry or anything, are we!?
At least give me an excuse, dong!
What am I wrong!? Why should I be left alone!?
Why am I alone!? Why can anyone else come along, except me!?
Wait for…
Trying to get busy forgetting Remi's business, I immediately
go to the second floor, go to the room in the corner of the building, visit the time machine
which could lead me to the future.
Can it? Can it? Can it? Can it?
Please can!
The door was knocked, along with my heart beating.
“Oh, Rajib? Enter in,” said someone as soon as the door opened, answering
my feelings that were drowning. Like the sun at last
rising, vents and curtains were opened to illuminate the darkened room
pitchblind.
Give hope, give chance.
“Kkkkk. Thank you,” I said in a panic that no longer shackles.
“Tumben. What meeting was last yesterday? I think it's busy. Kkkkk!”
“Well, there's a point. You don't need to know. Uh yeah, Gib. Lo still have
the money? We're gonna go get some snacks. Yesterday was meeting,” timpal Balkis from
turn the table and play the phone.
“Hah? So yesterday you had a meeting or even a dinner, huh?
How the hell am I not invited. Kkk! There's kok. Need how much?”
“Serious me. Yesterday's meat meeting was all. Our tired. Need
energized. Food is a source of energy, suddenly exhausted deh. 100 thousand aja for
this week.”
“Nih,” red money was immediately I save on the desk Balkis.
“OK. You are reliable, Gib. Thanks, yes!” the Balkis
it practically made me smile for a long time, even to the point that I could not hide.
I almost chuckled, almost floating flying up to nirvana. “Wait. Lo shirt
tumben neatly,” asked Balkis to hold me, which continued with the precipitate from
pug nose. “Hah? How does it smell, anyway? Perfume is expensive! I do know
very. Lo abis from where, buset?”
This time I really couldn't help but smile, maybe even
penetrating bit? Which I immediately continued with the puffed up chest. I
show off my new body, with all-round accessories that turn out instantly
presented by Balkis.
“He He He,” taunted me later.
Yesterday night, when Saints were busy talking about this it was full
energy, I haven't been able to solve the solution of how to get through the day
places I didn't know, were immediately given advice, advice, and a ride
from the Holy Mother. One time, the door of the Holy Room was knocked three times. Saints answered
as necessary, open the door to show the old woman with blonde hair
and bright blue eyes, as well as the nurse lady who looked down respectfully beside him.
Wait for. There's a sighting hiding behind the nurse.
Grasping the nurse's uniform firmly, this apparition
try as much as possible not to make eye contact. As if
peeking, as his presence does not want to be known. The problem is, body size
from the sighting on the back of the nurse woman it was not smaller, even
bigger than a nurse? The apparition was a girl,
reflects light from his round glasses, with wavy hair in excess
pundak—dan if noticed further—which covers something on his neck.
Visible scars that are not small in number, scattered throughout
his neck, some parts of his chin, also his cheeks. That's Nila? thought guess.
“I'm sorry to introduce yourself late. I'm Holy Mama, or.
bother you? Sorry, yes,” lady with blonde hair started the conversation
while down.
“Khk, ti-no, Auntie! I am not disturbed, though! Sa-me precisely
thank you,” I replied nervously. After all, me and Saints are not
doing something indecent, really! We just sit side by side upstairs
study desk, watch funny animal and cat videos on laptop.
“Mama!” call the Saints enthusiastic and immediately hugged him tightly.
“Holy! You are still spirit, yes,” replied Mama Suci then hugged tightly
with son. “Ekehm. Sorry... his name...?”
“I Ra-Ragib, Auntie!”
“With Nak Rajib, yes. The Saints never tell you about you. Him
forcing you to come? Sorry to bother, yes,” said Mama Suci while stroking Suci.
“Ti-no problem, aunt. I don't mind, kok.”
“Ohoho. You're a good boy, Rajib boy. But, it's late at night. My
don't mind preparing dinner and a bedroom. But, how
with your parents? You okay?”
“... ti-no. No problem? I think..”
“Good. Then we'll have dinner first, yuk! It's nine o'clock
night.”
“Ah, ba-well, aunt. Ouch, I am so sad not good, nih..”.
“Ohohoho, Just relax, Nak Rajib. Just follow. The more the more exciting, the more,
right?” invite Holy Mama to turn her body while giving a hand gesture such as
I asked him to follow her downstairs.
Ended with a nod of the nurse lady and a cynical look of Nila like
venomous snake, I can only follow rigidly, walking with a wave. No
need to go home, no need to bother taking care of how will pass
night, tofu-know treated to the inn, my mind smiled happily.
Without thinking twice, I directly followed Holy Mama with
excited, to go downstairs and have dinner together
them.
Passing the path when I was pulled Sacred from the hall—which I assumed
as a playroom—tadi, I immediately saw the dining room on the left
which is now perfectly filled by a visible dinner menu
elegant and luxurious. Not to forget also with a short greeting by an old man
she is about 50 years old with blonde hair and bright blue eyes
(apparently Holy Papa), the atmosphere that arises is like loving and
warmth.
"Well, there's Nila, huh? Sorry, yes,” said Papa Suci I don't know what it means
whatt. If he's the head of this house, why apologize
everything?
“Papa!” holy Exclamation ran to hug his Papa, who was immediately greeted with
open hands. The Holy Father hugged the Holy One, followed by his mother to sit in
beside him, it practically made me and the others come along to sit around him.
I'm the one who's still acting straight left-right lyrics, accidentally
check out what the dinner menu is. In the white glass container there is soup
mushrooms, there is also a bowl full of vegetables such as lettuce, tomatoes, onions
bombai, even avocados, and apples decorated by mayonnaise on it, there are also
the main menu consists of one-tailed roast chicken, and ends with
cold strawberry pudding that has been cut into pieces.
Smiling and laughing at my stuttering, Holy Mama helped me to
put food in the dish. “You need soup first? Or directly
grilled chicken?” her tan is light with a smile.
I could only nod uncharacteristically, which made Holy Papa come along
laughter adds to the excitement of dinner. He even began to wonder
about the origin of my existence (because it suddenly came at their dining table).
He had actually turned to ask Saints, but the girl was still
busy with their own food.
I could only pat the eel, directly answering Holy Papa as they were, saying,
honestly, and what it is. Fortunately, the Holy Father was a listener
good. They listened to my story solemnly, which made me more
excited to tell more. I was accepted by them, as if,
no longer a stranger who suddenly came who just stopped by troublesome.
Unfortunately, the response of the bespectacled girl was aloof at the end of the table
it's very much different. He was still staring cynically, suspiciously and
cold sweat.
He didn't sit too far? If this is the view, it is Nila
who looks like a stranger or an outcast?
Well, that's not a problem for me, anyway.
Dinner was very solemn, with laughter,
full of warmth both from the atmosphere, the lighting of the lights, and from
the story itself. When was the last time I could eat properly,
huh uh? my question is in my heart.
I'm lucky, my tears are up by the time I play with Saints in
room earlier. Even though I still felt this strange feeling, I still
can hold it well. No need to cry anymore, no more
trouble the others.
Unfortunately, warmth and comfort are simply stopped at the same time
with the dinner itself. The Holy Old Man still had a flurry of activity
what must be done, and Nila also kidnaps Suci under the pretext of accompanying him
sleeps. “Tante, I can sleep with Saints again, right?” ask Nila without
pleasantries.
“Of course, darling. Saints also seem to have been sleepy so,”
replied the Holy Mother calmly. Cup, he continued by kissing the Holy forehead
good night sign.
And that way, Nila directly embraced Sacred, taking her away towards the
room to sleep together. Hmm... They're used to sleeping together?
I think it's only natural to see such a big Holy Mattress.
But, the Saint still wants to sleep in company?
Kkkkp. He was like a child, yes.
“Ragib, you can use the playroom to stay. It's okay, it's okay,
right?” the peaceful voice of the Holy Mother immediately touched the heart. “Sorry. I haven't
prepare your guest room for various problems. But there it remains
comfortable mattress, kok.”
“Ah! It's okay, Auntie! Can stay also I am very grateful,”
answer me while looking down.
“Ohoho. My dear child!” the Holy Mother hugged my head for a moment,
swiping it slowly, continued to lead me away to the playroom together.
As I thought, an indented section in the right corner of the playroom is available
a mattress with pillows and a comfortable blanket for one person. Subsequent to
shown a variety of switches for lighting, Mama Suci was directly
pamit retreat. “Good sleep. Tomorrow wake up early, yes!”
IN THE MORNING, I woke up at dawn. Even though the mattress is so soft—maybe it's because of me
sleeping on a foreign mattress—I can still wake up early. “What do you want, yes?”
I was awkward and confused while sitting on the bed, staring
the goal is once again a playroom with this complete facility.
I became envious. I want to try playing computer…
…
Tuk tuk, knocking
coming from the door. After that came the question of a quite hoarse voice,
the nurse's voice. I came to pick up the sound, open it full of marks
queried. No. gabe. I was so excited because I was finally saved. I
finally can start activities, do not feel awkward anymore forced to stay still
just yourself.
As it turned out, I was allowed to use the bathroom in front of the room
play this, the bathroom I used yesterday to wash and
self-cleaning of spilled drinks. No longer ambiguous for ‘wash’
only, I'm really welcome to shower freely. Especially, with
the fact that other members of the Holy family use different bathrooms, the,
I don't have to worry and worry about the duration of use.
I can adapt to shower water as well
the buttons are slow, choosing and weighing what goals I am
must bathe with hot water or cold water, start washing the body until the sidelines
with liquid soap available (which is very fragrant), then also up to the part
head and shampooing (still very fragrant), face washing (which is very fresh), and,
until finally settled with a white towel (which is very soft and
tickling) to dry completely the entire surface of the skin.
Oh. Not to forget, I also took out all the leftovers from last night's meal
After it was completely finished, I immediately picked up the uniform that consisted
from white shirts and gray pants that have been washed dry by women
nurse (it's great to be able to dry overnight), along with T-shirts and ****** *****
which looks new because it is still stored in its sales box.
“But! Seamless, no folds, it's like a new uniform.
Kkkk,” kekeh I was amazed to see the mirror in front. In fact, I sniffed
smell the scent of this uniform itself which smells similar to soap and
shampoo in the shower. Like the scent of a flower I don't know what, not too strong, but
very soothing. Makes my nostrils stretch themselves, tickle
every feather hidden inside.
Fuahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I feel like I'm reborn.
Do not want to linger in the bathroom and create a positive impression
bad, I immediately opened the door and was ready to help with the activity
whatever. However, unlike before, now the female nurse was no longer
come serve me. There are employers who must be well served, especially
in the busy morning such as preparing food and all its affairs, such as
two girls in front of the family room. It looks like Nila is embracing
and trying as hard as he could to carry the Saint who was half asleep, even still
wearing sleeping pajamas. They staggered, Saints looked lazy
doing nothing.
“Haaaaaaaaaaa!” holy Roar I don't know protest because of lazy wake, or
an attempt to stay awake.
I stared without comment, just doing my duty as a spectator
enjoying the busyness of others' lives—because I was told to have breakfast and
get ready yourself. Finished with Saints, Nila immediately helped the woman
the nurse prepared all the business before leaving, Holy Mama helped
his son to do the morning bath, and the invisible Holy Papa I don't know
where's the. “Master has departed earlier this morning,” replied the nurse lady on the question
my prank. “Mas Rajib is ready?”
“Ready!” I said respectfully after everything was finished.
“Be careful and good-bye!” wave the nurse in front of the terrace.
And that way, I who had tied the shoelaces started to leave
out of the house with the Holy One (who was still half sleepy), leaving the woman
the nurse and Holy Mama who were still wearing bathrobes, went down the stairs
the terrace to get to the car that was ready to leave us to
school.
“Oh, Nila is not coming?” I asked as soon as I opened the car door.
“Mbak Nila different school with Saints. School is just a distance
walk from here. So no need to come,” said the driver with a voice
the round that began to pierce the gas was ready to leave.
AFTER SHOWING OFF
to taste on Balkis, discuss the problem of snacks that must be purchased for
friends do meetings, then spend time until dusk, it turns out I did not
can linger inside this time machine. The residents will be home soon, though,
and once again I was left alone.
I actually want to use this time machine to finish
a matter of solitude, to forget this feeling, and go forward into time
fore. Unfortunately, for today the door will be locked tight, I can't
using it at all, I was kicked thrown unwanted.
No Balkis, no Remi, no Faisal?
Where am I going now?
Whither? Whither? Whither? Whither? Whither? Whither?
Find someone. Don't be alone. Go help a friend…
Would it not matter if I went to visit Atma?
Is our relationship okay after Gatra's arrival yesterday?
Gatra wants what, anyway!? Is he going to kidnap Atma from me too? As such
what people tell us is that the big bear is a class playboy
snapper?
…
Atma, help me, yeah! my inner hope as steps begin to be taken to get down to the floor
elementary. With frowning brows, lips that I bit, rapid breathing, and,
until the trembling hand could not stand still, I stepped slowly past
dining area canteen, then go further to the kitchen which is located more
inward. Passing through the stalls, then there are stands that sell seblak and
meatballs, then there is also rice and fried noodles, until it ends at the kitchen stand
which sells a variety of fruit and fried juices.
“…?”
“Ah, Rajib? Want to buy something? Fried food
still hot, loh!”
“Ah, no, sir. Still full. Anyways
it's time to go home. You didn't come home either? Wow, there are still many doughs, though,
yep. Spirit, sir! Good luck, yes! Kkkkk,” kekehku ignorant on an old man
whose skin is full of wrinkles but looks shiny perhaps because of the influence
oil. That's Atma's father. He is still eager to sell his merchandise
accompanied by two young children (possibly under eight years old)
he was sleeping behind a long bamboo chair behind him.
“Oh. Nyari Atma's? He went to get some juice
fruity. Don't know where. But still at school, really. Maybe sell to around,”
continued Atma's father while draining the oil from dozens of fried foods that were lifted
using sieve.
“Kkkk. You know aja. Thanks, yes!” sahutku
while waving away.
After receiving the information, without
I immediately looked for where Atma was traveling to sell merchandise.
It has become a habit and daily life for him to help his parents
like these. She is a hardworking girl, always trying her best to
his sisters, always revolving looking for customers as well as friends.
Unfortunately, he often gets bad luck
beseem.
Once upon a time, the Atma
resting on the back court (because just finished exercising) should be
getting hit by a careless student so his lunch fell into the park
next to the wire fence. Actually, there's no problem with the stock
Atma. It's still wrapped up, still protected. The problem arises when
Atma tried to take his provisions behind the wire fence. Because
Atma wants a quick solution, he is trying to reach his stock
through a slightly narrow wire fence hole. Naas, Atma was unlucky to
half her body, so it's hard to pull out. Though,
truant students often pass through the hole of the wire fence to
launch the action and there are no signs of failure. Then, why
atma's turn should be stuck? The Atma body isn't even big?
Thanks to it, the wire fence was cut as necessary to all be replaced
with a new wire. No more holes, no more trial attempts
skipping from delinquent students.
Or, there was also an incident when Atma was asked to buy a
goods from the shop outside the school (Atma who volunteered), commuting
this girl even returned in a soaked uniform. According to
the story goes, he got a splash of water from a car that crossed the puddle in the
next door. Even though the sky was overcast, Atma was already carrying an umbrella,
the water did not wash it from the sky. As always, the Atma
laughing just tells me all this bad luck.
“Did he go to the back court, huh?” I'm still trying
find out where the girl with the fluffy hair is. Turns out,
that's correct. Because today there's an extracurricular basketball exercise, Atma
use the opportunity to sell drinks and snacks
for students who are tired of exercising.
In the corridor with the long chair facing the field, it was already seated
casually Atma with a large container next to him that was half filled by
wares. Maybe someone bought it? “Atma!” shanky
later then. Atma turned her head, immediately waved her hand and invited me to
sitting next to him.
“Hello, Gib! Where yesterday? Say it again, here. Sebel, deh!” protestations
Atma.
“Kkkk. Yes. Don't know me either. Suddenly my problems were destroyed
that mess. Uh, buy ice dong.”
“Oohh. Fufufu, a repeat problem for sure, huh? You learn really, dong.
Will I repeat the class again?” sindi Atma while giving colored ice sticks
yellows.
“Gue instead want to stay class too, times. How else?
Remi and others are wasting their time. There is no time to study. But
without them, I would not be alone either. Anyway, deh,” me complained while
packing this lemon orange flavor ice stick. “Oh, yes. I saw you yesterday
hit by Cindy? Why tuh? You guys never had a problem, did you? Especially
technically he's your underclassman. So brave! Kkkkk,” I continue diverting
the talks.
“Ufufu-fufu. Aye! Funny to know, right?
If there's any more exercise I'm definitely diem here right, huh? Sales
whatever anyway. Well, Cindy said she had a crush on the basketball boy
I don't know who. Well, as a good friend, Cindy's friends asked me
to stop looking face to face with Cindy's crush. ‘Buset,’ I said.
‘Where do I know which one!?’ I am the same as anyone.
Who wants to buy food, drink, anyone can. If it's a question of temen, all of them too
befriended. I also say that the same deck of the same person lo doang, Gib.
People also often see you helping my parents sell, right? But, yeah that's it
deh. Ufufufu-fufu,” clearly Atma followed by laughter.
“How's it going? I saw Gatra dateng,
hell. That's why I'm not a nyamperin. Gatra's not the cold type, is he? I
think everyone hates him?”
“Hah!? Ls i? I don't understand that, really.
Ah, coincidence. There's a guy, tuh. Gatra!” call Atma to the big man
which we just talked about.
Actually, I'm the one who's always playing here and there offering help
looking for friends (so as not to be alone), of course know Gatra. Everyone in
the school knew him, as his large stature was impossible to miss
the people. It's just that, as Remi said, people are staying away from Gatra
because it has a cold expression and its eyes that resemble fish eyes
die. I hesitated to start a conversation with him, because of the presence of Gatra
like having a big protector to tell people to go off
ahead of him.
“Gatra, this is Rajib. Gib, this is Gatra!” atma introduced us
the two of them hit Gatra on the back. I also respect as
formality, though the eyes still could not turn away from his great stature
these.
Gatra is actually an 11th grader. But his stature did not show
as a normal 16-year-old human being. It was about 170 to 180
senti, his shoulders are wide, his chest is square, his chest is strong and full, but it is not
like a muscle trained in the gym so it's so hard. Her hair
thinly flapped, his eyebrows sharply swooped, with his gaze like a dead fish
gives the impression that he is upset, angry, or disappointed in
his interlocutor. “I Gatra, sis,” answered this huge monster while offering
his hands to shake.
As we shook hands, I felt a strong grasp of
this Gatra hand. He deserves to be an extracurricular player
basketball, I thought
Atma itself is actually a little shorter than me. But, if I
comparing it again, I am much shorter than Gatra. Now, look
Atma was banging on Gatra's back and the two of them stood side by side,
like seeing a noble princess and her fierce personal bodyguard.
This princess is a mischievous girl, who has the nature to freely perform
regardless, even pranking his bodyguards were larger in size than the princess
by oneself. This bodyguard looked very loyal and loyal, yet it seemed to be a little
awkward. I don't know how to respond to the princess's feelings, so just
it could be his fist.
“Sorry. I still have training. Du-luan,” said Gatra in a thin voice
like he was whispering, it did not match his stature. Is Gatra
precisely shy?
And so, Gatra re-entered the field, meeting
his friends, to continue to dominate the match exercise that is being done
those. Gatra looks very prominent, because he is the highest player in the world
among friends. Not only intimidating the opponent to be reluctant to shoot
scoring numbers, this large stature also looks intimidating to his friend
to always pass the ball to him.
“Gue is envious. Gatra's got something he's good at, you've got it too
something you like and like. I never had anything but to play
come here and there,” chirpku lirih while watching the game of basketball
Gatra showing on the field.
“Hm? Why?”
“...! Ah, no. No... gapapa,” Shall I atma. “But, Gatra
the play was great, yeah. Honey, we didn't talk much. He's the guy
hows it? Lo like him?”
“Gue likes Gatra? Why do you ask that? Fufu-fu! Why, here?” atma Goda
chuckling. “Lo jealous, yes? Rarely do you seem jealous!
Ufufufu-fufu,” he continued while patting (hitting) my back.
“Gue thinks people hate Gatra. But, you disagree?
I was a little confused when I squirmed. Horrified, his gaze sadistic,
but he's like a nice guy, not a guy who's gonna hurt people
other.”
“Which I know, he's really sweet, you know! I saw him then
feed the street cat, play, even rub his stomach too! Yesterday he was
help break up Cindy.”
“Oh, yes? Gatra familiar with cats?”
“Yups. Why indeed? Tumben was very curious about Gatra. Embed him
is there a problem with OSIS? Or are you really jealous of me? Huh!? Oh my goodness, moved
it's me, Gib. Fufu-fufu! Quietly. I can be sure, though. Nought. I
yesterday–”
“RAAGIIIB!” shouted a girl who cut off Atma's voice. Not only
me and Atma, this shout stole also all the attention of all the students who
overheard him. They stopped their activity, they were curious and looked over
find the source of the sound.
With his cry, it was like the cry of a small child
looking for a friend to invite him to play together. Actually, I don't want to
care, especially for cutting off my conversation with Atma. But, look
she acted yesterday like a lost child and needed help, I
immediately went to look for and tried to calm the troublemaker who shouted
afternoons like this.
“What, anyway!? Don't scream like that, dong!” my protest while
approaching the owner of the voice, a girl named Saints. Feeling his screams
it had been answered, Sacred instantly searched for my whereabouts, directly approaching me as well
to invite tos and spin dancing while laughing happily without sin.
“Ragib! What are you again!?”
“Hah? Dem again. Time watching people play basketball,” I replied
Holy while taking her to the long chair where I was sitting earlier, for me
find these two girls just like Atma did. “Suci, this is Atma.
Introduce yourself–”
“Do you know nothing? How not to study? Study! Not later this week
going away? You lied!?” holy Protest cuts off talks.
“Hah? Why lie to me? Just said yesterday, right? We haven't either
any plans to study together? Why should I hurry?”
“Gak! Study! Now! Gotta go on sunday! Fast!” holy Command
protestations.
“Eh? Eh? How did it get? T-wait!”
“Can't lie! Study! Bad yeast!” force the Sacred while pulling
hand and kidnap me from the viewing session this afternoon. No protest can
unfortunately, there was no explanation I could give, because I was alone
not to refuse this actually happened, anyway.
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It's a real life for Rajib
Huhuhuhuh T.T
Don't know what's wrong, suddenly his friend left that way
Who the hell can stand left behind :”)
Welcome again, guys!
Although there was finally a certain Hagib, again he was forced to the Saints?
The power of the Holy is selfish, huh?
What's going on, huh? You guys ever have a selfish wealthy saint as well?
(Although Ragib was confused as well, the Holy One was either real or not huhuhuh)
Btw …
See you next time;)
Wait every week for the new chapter, yes!
