Secretly Likes Him

DDSD 18: From Wounds to Love

Desi brought the hand from Pras to the back. He tasted it, the first thing he brought was a glass, only two pieces of plastic.

''Aarrghhh, Desiii, ishhhh!!!'' nagging Desi to himself when remembering his behavior earlier.

''Au ah!''

Desi continued to eat the longan, earlier when there was still Pras, he certainly maintained the image. Now eat a lot.

At school

Some members of the osis left even though it was Sunday, they were preparing gifts. While members of the osis who participated in the race, it is forbidden to participate in seeing and interfering about the contents of the prize.

''Tumben late, Pras?'' adji Tegur.

''Oh, I'm sorry, just stopped by his house Desi.'' Pras replied.

''To Desi's house?''

Pras nodded casually.

Adji immediately closed his mouth because of the release of speaking in a loud voice.

''You're from Desi's house?'' ask Siska who happened to want to enter the room.

''Yes.'' Pras replied honestly.

''How are his feet?'' ask Siska.

''Yes, he is still limping his way. But I put the plaster together. Hopefully it can help make him more comfortable to move, replied Pras.

''Thank God, there is no desi.'' replied Siska.

Pras only smiled faintly, while Siska had already passed into the room. There are Adji and Pras.

''Let's play badminton, Ji.'' asked Pras.

''Oh, come on, come on.'' Adji replied in surprise.

The two teenage boys walked towards the multipurpose school building. There are already several other friends who are also members of the osis and yesterday participated in the race. Because they were not allowed to participate in preparing the prizes, they filled it with play.

Adji walked behind Pras, he looked at his friend.

''And, why must it be Desi?'' continued.

Adji shook his head quickly. He must brush off the curiosities. It is clear the arrival of Pras to Desi's house for a sense of responsibility due to the injury suffered by Desi.

When yesterday's race ended, their sports equipment stayed in the storage area in the building because it immediately drove Desi.

''Replace-change!'' exclaim Pras.

''How did it come?'' ask another friend.

''Exit from Desi's house, love plaster.'' Pras replied.

''Awas, you know, Pras. From wounds to love, uhuy!'' joking his friend.

"Hus!! the real school." Pras replied.

Adji who just came out from taking his racket bag saw the laughter of Pras and some other friends.

''What are they discussing?'' his bathin.

Again Adji dismissed all the allegations, he continued his steps. They play badminton as many as 4 people for one field.

Time went on, it was already noon, they had already completed their task. Tomorrow we will hand out gifts after the flag ceremony on Monday.

The school returned empty of students, there were only school guards who did live there.

At 14:30 WIB, Desi just woke up to take a nap. He just started sleeping earlier after the Dzuhur prayer. He came out of the room, and was about to go back to wash his face.

''This is your friend who brought it?'' ask mamak.

''Yes Mak.'' replied Desi with her voice still lethargic.

Mama still peeling apples while watching television. As for the father, it seems like it is still resting as well because Desi has not seen it.

''What time was your friend here?'' mamak asked when Desi had finished washing her face and sat down next to her.

''Yaaa, about thirty minutes from Mamak went to his kayak garden.'' Desi replied and then sucked the slices of apples on the plate.

''Oooo.'' replied mamak.