The Conversation of a BEM Leader

This is Mama's Make Up Pouch?

"Rendra," called Keisya who saw Kevin leaving his seat and left after gently rubbing Keisya's head. "Ish, why is it so hard for me to ask him questions until he can't answer?" grumble Keisya upset.

Keisya snatched the drink that was on the table and drank it greedily. "Nyebelin," said Keisya again. After finishing his drink, Keisya got up from his seat and approached Vina and Windi who were cool to chew on the committee stand. "Vina, let's go home" Keisya bete asked.

"I don't want to. I'm still cool here. Much food.

"Well, I'm going home by myself."

Windi and Vina looked at each other. Windi nimbly grabbed Keisya's hand before the girl stepped away. "Lo why?" ask Windi slowly.

"Dav, please seat dong."

Davin took out a chair and placed it beside Windi's chair. "This is Brother, for First Lady, surely?" ask Davin sok tau.

"Make sape again Dav?" windi replied chuckling. Windi patted the seat gently, "Here sit," Windi said kindly.

"Wouldn't. I want to go home."

"Here rame Kak, why do you want to go home?" chirp Riyan who also enjoyed the food beside Vina.

"Ck, sit."

Windi pulled Keisya's arm slowly and made the girl sit on the chair next to him. "Why are you suddenly coming back?" asked Vina while enjoying the food in front of her.

Keisya shook his head slowly, then his chin-masked look around. He was lazy to discuss his reasons for wanting to go home.

"Where's kevin?" ask Windi who didn't find Kevin with Keisya.

"Let's go. Go home," chirped Keisya origin.

"Can't be. He won't be home if the hours aren't right."

Keisya shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He talks about Kevin. I don't know where the guy went to make Keisya sit alone earlier.

Brucks.

The sound of something falling makes their attention distracted.

"SINDIII," cried Riyan who immediately ran over to Sindi who fell with his wheelchair among the stand visitors. Davin also immediately followed Riyan to Sindi.

Keisya, Windi, Vina, and some of the organizers who stayed at the special stand of the committee immediately reflexively stood up. Keisya was stunned when he saw clearly Kevin more duli grabbed Sindi's body then Riyan lifted Sindi's wheelchair and confirmed the object.

Vina silently clenched her strong hand looking at that cautious Riyan to Sindi. Without permission Vina pulled Keisya away from there. "We go home" said Vina without rebuttal.

"Vina, Keisya," called Windi who was trying to chase the two girls off the stand.

Keisya smiled bitterly, he just stared at his hand which was pulled by Vina. It was rare for Vina to treat him this harshly. Windi who understood the situation immediately released the strong pull of Vina and Keisya. "The illness is Vina's pain," Windi scolded trying to calm down. Although they are new to familiarity, but Windi loves the two girls very much.

Vina held her breath slowly. The girl rubbed her face rough. Why did it get out of control like this?

"Sorry Kei, I didn't accidentally. It hurts like hell?" asked Vina who then grabbed Keisya's hand for him to notice.

Keisya's hands were flushed. The color is very striking in the clean skin that Keisya has.

"We're compressing?" vina said again. "Wind, in the dalem can make compresses not approximately?"

"could. I'll be ready."

Keisya held Vina who was about to bring her into the bazaar area. "Gue's okay, Vin."

"What the hell? Your hands are red this way because of me."

Keisya smiled soothingly. The girl rubbed Vina's shoulder slowly. "Nothing is equal to what my heart is again like."

"Kei," wooed Vina and Windi together.

"Gue nyesel here," said Keisya slowly.

The slow pat on Windi and Vina's back made the two let go of her embrace on Keisya.

"Can I stay with my girl?"

Windi and Vina looked at each other then gave a brief nod. The two returned to the bazaar. They let Kevin take care of Keisya. It should be so anyway, right?

Kevin grabbed the hand of Keisya who was about to leave from before him. "Kei," call Kevin softly.

"Please Ren, I want to go home."

"I'm anterine."

"I can take a taxi."

"Why do I have to take a taxi?"

Kevin gently pulled Keisya towards his car. The guy opened the car door and pushed Keisya's plan in. Keisya sat in the seat beside the steering wheel and then the door was closed by Kevin.

Keisya frowned wonderfully at the smell of such a soft fragrance on the bench he was sitting on. "Girl perfume but not my perfume" monologue Keisya quietly.

Not finished with that Keisya was silent staring at the makeup pouch that was on the dashboard of Kevin's car. That's not Keisya's makeup pouch. Before long Kevin came in and started the car engine so that the existing ac was on.

"Tumben you got a car?" ask Keisya fishing. He didn't want to talk about his suspicions about Kevin.

Kevin turned to Keisya who was staring out the window. "Males take the bike," said Kevin casually.

Keisya closed his eyes hearing Kevin's reply.

"You changed the car?" ask Keisya again.

"No, the car still smells the same. Why?"

Keisya chuckled softly. "People smell. No ordinary kayaking," Keisya commented.

Kevin sighed slowly. The guy tried to calm down against Keisya. "Your feelings are By," said Kevin slowly.

"This is Mama's make up pouch?" ask Keisya while taking the makeup pouch that is on the dashboard. His eyes read the engraving of the name that turned out to be in the middle of the pouch.

"Sindi Fadilah," spelled Keisya reading the engraving of the name.

Kevin sat up slouching facing Keisya who looked down at the make up pouch. Kevin's hand grabbed Keisya's arm but was on the strong edge.

"I don't want to be held back. Can his hand be caked?" keisya asked staring at Kevin flat.

"Sindi's situation is like that because of me By," Kevin said suddenly.

"Yesterday, I accidentally bumped him in the corridor until he was killed. His leg was troubled and had to be in a gip. He can't walk for the next three weeks."

"And all that time, you're gonna be his leg?" ask Keisya on target.

Kevin stared intensely at Keisya who was staring back at him. Sindi's make up pouch she returned to her place of origin.

"If I hadn't snapped that pouch, you probably wouldn't have been honest with me, would you?"

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