Star Clarissa

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Rosita walked up the stairs while enjoying the vanilla ice cream, she was jolted when she saw Clarissa coming down from the rooftop with the tip of her lips there was fresh blood flowing. Rosita raised her hand and waved a little, but Clarissa passed him just like that.

"Clarissa...."

"Eh," The look of his gaze seemed puzzled. "Sorry, I don't see you there."

"It's okay." Smiling stiffly, "from above? why?"

"Find a fresh wind."

Shoving black plastic. "You want ice cream?"

"Engga, thanks. That's gotta make your friends, I go to class first." His hand was held by Rosita.

"Lo's lips." Take out a tissue and gently wipe, "want me to ante up to the UKS?"

"Necessary. I'll go to class first." Rosita simply nodded, staring at Clarissa's back which was progressively disappearing from behind the shifting door.

He sighed, then climbed on top of the rooftop where his friends always spent their time truant by hanging out there. When he arrived, he threw black plastic containing ice cream near their feet. "Ehh, what the hell is lo Ros? looking to die playing throw a game?"

Rosita doesn't respond to Tias, "gue won't join you again."

"What do you mean?" Meysa looked at him with a shocked look. "Lo's not kidding anymore, is he?"

"Gue doesn't want Leo to break up with me because he's friends with bullies like you." Tias pulled Rosita's arm firmly. "Depart, horrified yes, I always keep quiet and prefer to stay away if you guys are disturbing the class or anything because I appreciate you as my friend. But if you're still like that, do I have to stay here?"

"Lo's sick, huh?"

"You're sick," looked at Meysa, "you promised Mey that I wouldn't bother Clarissa, why she got out of here."

"We're just talking."

"Chat?"

Tias came forward again to Rosita, "we didn't even touch her one bit."

"Lo can't be called Yas? I'm talking to Meysa." He knew that Tias was always interfering in their troubles, the pusher. "Lo's not aware, you're the culprit."

"Why do you talk about me anyway?"

Rosita smiled grinning and side-scapingly stared at Tias off guard. "Well, you're not aware? you always think that you're really saying in Meysa's eyes, even though you don't know if he wants to talk about something else all this time, but you always first nyerocos pretentious?"

"What's really Mey?" Meysa looked the other way.

"Can't you guys shut up, I'm dizzy again."

There was nothing more Rosita needed to say, seeing Meysa's response as flat and uncaring. "That time I tried to stay out of trouble, to change myself for the better. Even you said you would no longer care about the Son. Because what you want is a star."

Tias's face was so shocked that he was disappointed to stare at Meysa now. "Gue don't know if you invite Rosita to change, why don't you invite me to Jesika too? don't you think we're looking at Mey?"

"Silent b*tch, you guys think? you lisp said, you're hypocrites. If you're my best friend why don't you guys ever have the time I cry every news from my bokap?" Looking the other way, "gue always comes every time you guys have a problem right? why aren't you guys there every time I wait for my surgery?"

Jesika stroked Meysa's shoulder hesitantly, "gue never knew about the bokap lo operation Mey."

"Not never know, but you never care about me. In almost twelve years and I had surgery eight times. As long as we've been friends for almost three years, I've had surgery twice, you don't know?" Staring at Jesika sharply, "because if I tell you yes free, you don't care all."

"May....." Meysa brushed off Tias' hand as she was about to grab her shoulder.

"When I call you, it's always busy making your way to the racecourse. And lo Jes, you always follow Tias without asking why I called. Why am I just talking to Rosita? because he was the same Leo always suddenly came and nemenin me, even every chance he always look and say hello to me even though I do not respond to any."

Meysa stood up, looking at Rosita straight.

"From now on, there is no excessive closeness between us. Whichever gang breaks up, we're regular close friends, I'll help you if you need anything, and you won't have to return any favor." He just passed Rosita.

His mind was in a mess, Clarissa's words were spinning in his head. Meysa rubbed her face riled, walked to the cafeteria and climbed the second floor, she was always allowed because according to the owner Meysa was like her own child because she was a good child.

Meysa always smiled thinly every owner of the canteen praised her, well what? bullying a helpless child with violence is arguably good.

He went into the room where the canteen mother was always welcome, the door opened slightly. "Why? any more problems? it's food, I told you not to like truancy, just this once mother help you. Lock the door so no one can see you."

Meysa simply nodded, the canteen mother was indeed chatty yet very kind to her. Meysa locked the door after the canteen mom came out and served some customers who happened to be hanging out at the High School children's barn.

Grabbing the pack of cigarettes she always hid under the bed, the canteen's mother didn't know because Meysa always knew when the middle-aged woman changed the sheets and cleaned the room. Taking a stick and sucking it, his mind was empty and just staring at the ceiling of the room, until the school lesson was over he remained there.

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Clarissa turned her head to the door of the room which read, someone has knocked on her from the outside. "This is the Son," slowly he swallowed his saliva, Clarissa walked open the door. "Hi."

Son's smile really drugged him, "Ca.."

"Huh? why?"

The son shook his head, "are you busy?"

"Why so?" A small peek through the room space.

Clarissa moved to cover the direction of the Son's eyes that moved through the room, she did not want to be caught by the Son was scrambling the room. "Let's play a game."

"Lo's feet hurt?"

Clarissa looked down at her feet, she was feeling fine. "Gue Okay, why?"

"Can we walk?"

"Can."

"Out yuk,"

What is this son doing??? He only looked straight, and the Son knew that Clarissa could not digest his spare change. "Eat out? Chef Aldo's on holiday and mama doesn't like it if it's not the chef who cooks, so tonight there's no food."

"Where do you eat?"

"Yes where you are,"

"Two of them?"

The son sighed, "yes Ica, mom is equally papa again in the hospital."

"Okay," Clarissa let the Son wait downstairs, he had to get ready, change his clothes or whatever, so that the Son would not be ashamed to walk with him.

They had time to go around the city center, whether to eat where, Son was very confused. "Where do we want to eat anyway? my feet are still clamoring."

"Gue was confused where would Ca eat? this restaurant likes it."

Clarissa shook her head small, fancy restaurant. They'll just have dinner instead of a special dinner. "Place not excessive Put."

"I don't think that's excessive,"

"Streetside fried rice is good." Designating a stall with customers is very crowded. "It looks good, that's why it's crowded."

The son shook his head, "lo can have stomach pain. If you want to eat fried rice, I know where the place is good."

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The son smiled widely, thrusting fried rice with sausage and shrimp topping, the distinctive smell of fried rice really makes the stomach feel hungry immediately. "Eating Ca, guaranteed here is really good."

"We're okay here?"

"It's okay, I've been here a lot when it comes to fried rice. Chef Aldo once asked for a recipe." Scoop the fried rice with gourmand. "Let's eat, he said you want fried rice."

"Yes" pulled the plate. "Sorry, Marisa. Ngerepotin you."

Marisa turned her head, looking at the unpleasant-looking Clarissa. "Look easy, he often if you want homemade fried rice I always come here. Even at three o'clock in the morning, he once disturbed me to sleep just asking for food."

"It's better if you change the apartment password," chirped while eating fried rice that has been served Marisa.

Hearing Clarissa's words, Marissa stopped reading the magazine in her hand. He seemed to think for a while, then looked at Clarissa and Putra alternately, they sat on the floor while Marisa sat on the sofa. "Can't Clarissa, this is our engagement gift apartment from Aunt Anita."

"Oh, so this apartment's supposed to be for you both."

"Thong dong." Grabbing his glass of cram contains warm tea. "Gift to the son of the motor."

Hearing this, Clarissa felt further and further to reach the Son. Something very high he was holding. "Put, why did you put the sausage on my plate?"

"Gue doesn't really like sausages, though,"

"Son loves you the same." Marisa looked at the Son, the man was staring flatly. "Why? Daze told me that she likes Clarissa too, Rinda, Noel said the same thing."

Clarissa is eating again. Erlangga, he never likes me, right? marisa doesn't even mention her name.

"Erlangga also said that."

That made the originally unconcerned Son very surprised, and Clarissa responded with a small glance. "She said she likes it too? you're not wrong, are you Sa?"

"Yes, even though I know he's lying." Clapping Clarissa's back, "Erlangga is the only friend of the Son who is very very annoying."

"I know.." Putra Tanggap.

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