The Fathur My Future

CHANGE CLASSES, CAN YOU?!

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Marsha had sipped a drink that she held while glancing at Fathur who continued to daydream.jang, of course Marsha was tired of seeing Fathur so because it was like a boring moment.

"Thur! what did you think, Thur?!"Marsha reprimanded Fathur while putting the glass she held onto the table with a loud sound made the one there stare for a moment at them.

Fathur still did not budge in the slightest, it seemed very sturdy but controlled himself to not hear Marsha reprimanding him.

"FATHURS! YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING, THUR?! HOWDY I WAS IN PEANUTS!"Marsha let out her golden voice so that the rest of the tavern was aghast and stared at her as well as Fathur who was shocked to make.

Damnit damnit! how long did I daydream just now, this thought was making a mess! (inner Fathur)

"Well, what were you talking about? I'm sorry. I've had a little bit of a thought."Fathur spoke while controlling himself from his guilt.

Emang he looks a lot of thoughts, but do not have to ngacangin gini. in the whole story does not want, want ngacangin I doang! (inner Marsha)

"Huuh. yasudah, what do you think?"marsha asked trying to understand Fathur.

Fathur just shook his head, then he said as he ruffled Marsha's hair. "Gaada."

The deg!

Marsha's heart seemed to want to jump and his eyes gawked, the article was only this time there was a figure of a man who dared to touch his head and scramble his hair like Fathur did.

"Ish, what the hell! messy tau..,"mangut Marsha.

Fathur only smiled when he saw Marsha mangut and was busy justifying his hair.

"Yes-yes, here I really am..,"Fathur moved to sit side by side with Marsha then painstakingly tidied up Marsha's hair.

"Eh, what are you doing?!"

"Take your hair!"

The deg!

Marsha who was treated so just stunned, the geeky man could also disturb his heart. According to what Marsha did at that time, Marsha momentarily stared at Fathur dumbly.

If seen closely he is not geeky if his style is changed, sikafnya aja different from the geeky guy usually.... is he pretending gulunkah? I am very curious about the face behind this mask...

Eh, wait! his chin has a scar? w-why do I feel like I ever remember it..What strange feeling is this? why does my head feel like it's been stabbed by a needle?! (inner Marsha)

When looking at Fathur's chin which had a small scar made Marsha immediately hit hard on his head, the pain re-emerged on his head, the pain of the faint shadows attacking in his memory.

"Akh!"Marsha closed her eyes and held her painful head.

"Akh sick.. haah, sick!"

Holy hooch! Marsha why? why does he feel pain? what because of remembering something now, drugged! (inner Fathur)

Fathur panicked and immediately grabbed Marsha's face and said softly, "Sha, k-you why? your head hurts? why?"the question came out of Fathur's mouth.

Marsha did not answer and continued to say her head hurt to Fathur continuously, her pale face formed and sweat poured into her face.

"Akhc! s-sick.. my head... akhhh!"raung Marsha was a little loud.

"Sha, I'm taking her to the hospital? come on, I'm carrying!"said Fathur firmly and began to lift Marsha, Marsha's hand brushed it off firmly.

"No!"reject it raw.

Akh, but my head hurts so much. (inner Marsha).

"Thur.. o. my medicine!"shimmies of Marsha

"Medicine? whereabouts? whereabouts? the bag?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Fathur immediately opened Marsha's bag and looked for the medicine box that Marsha asked for, after meeting Fathur immediately took it one by one and gave it to Marsha.

Glutton.. Glutton.. Glutton..

Marsha swallowed the medicine mixed with her white water.

After that the head that was like going to explode finally improved, but the body of Marsha limp withstood the pain that was very painful in his head.he closed his eyes and breathed.

Greb!

Fathur's embrace made Marsha immediately widen her eyes in shock, hugged by men only she had never felt it, how could this geeky guy who was only her theme hug her.

W-why it feels so comfortable. (inner Marsha).

"You're all better? still sick? what makes you this way? did you see anything in your memory?"fathur's question made Marsha shake her head in ignorance.

A memory? I only caught a glimpse of the loud clashing sound in the car, and.. and.. one person with a faint, face that I could not see? (inner Marsha)

"Already do not answer, let me be instructed for a moment to relax.." said Fathur again while stroking the head of Marsha. whether consciously or not Fathur smiled when hugging Marsha, there was a sense of comfort felt by him.

I've never been treated this way, not even Petran... Fathur what memory is stored in my head, why look at the wound on your chin that I feel pain worse than before... Have you ever been in my memory? (inner Marsha)

"Thur..."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for the open."

The deg!

I-I hugged her? what the hell am I doing?! how can I hug him. (inner Fathur).

****

To his day at school, Marsha was sitting on the bench with each of his friends.

"Sha, in class we have students."Ranti said to Marsha.

"Who?"ask Marsha curious.

"Ntar also you know yourself, well not put?"ranti said giving the code to the Princess.

"Tuh!"replied Princess.

"What the heck is playing the secrets of all! not very cool!"upset Marsha

"Let's suprise.." said Ranti and the Princess.

Not long after the sound of footsteps entered their classroom.

"For the children!"I arrived at the class

"After, mom!"answer all the students in the class.

"Good, oh well before starting our lesson the arrival of students.he transfers end classes, Fathir please come in!"

Hearing the words Fathir Marsha squeak his eyes to look at the front of the blackboard, his eyes stopped when a student who met him last day stood in front of him.

D-he why is it in my class?! (inner Marsha)

"Fathir introduce your name..."

He nodded and smiled towards Marsha making the classmate glance at them.

"My name is Fathir rasha ars, maybe you guys already know with me." he said introduce himself and continue to pay attention to Marsha.

"Gue moved the class from end-to-end to this class, hopefully we can be good friends."

WHWHAT? MOVING CLASSES? HOW CAN?! PAPA SHOULD BE AFTER SCHOOL! (inner Marsha hot)

"Jeez Fathir is so handsome, euii!"

"Hi's handsome..."

"My girlfriend from the end class."

"Huh! saucy ass!"

"At least one of the girls in this class is doang!"

"Awas aja mengembat my Marsha!"

"Curse him to die!"

"Curtain!"

Some of the curses and compliments that Fathir received from his new class.

People are boring! (inner Fathir)

"All right, everybody shut up!"the teacher insisted, for a moment it was silent.

"Fathir please sit on the bench behind the Princess!"his orders.

Fathir nodded his head walking past Marsha and sat in the back right behind the Princess.

The teacher writes on the blackboard while Marsha and her companions are busy whispering.

"Sha, how? surprised right?"kinan asked Marsha a little whispered.

"Curtain! surprised what, annoyed yes!"marsha jutek.

"Well, what is it? he's handsome to know..more handsome than your foster brother, the Petran!"ranti interrupted.

The petran? long time no longer with her content, even rarely see her at home.huuh, I so back nostalgic because of Ranti anyway! but even though I rarely think about Petran anymore since there is Fathur..fathur Mullah who often I think, damn it! (inner Marsha)

The princess realized what Marsha was thinking and immediately coded Ranti not to discuss Petran.

"Stop what about that ugly guy! even though he's pretty cool at this school, Fathir is still cool!"princess slow said.

"Tau, Petran model guy is not suitable to be our best friend what else is an adopted brother! so tacky!"keep Kinan.

"Iyadeh, yes sorry,"Ranti asked.

Marsha nodded.

"Sha, look at Fathir!"princess Goda.

"Ye stupid too!"judes Marsha and Fathir.

For some reason with Fathir Marsha was so disliked and every time he saw Fathir his mood immediately collapsed and his heart felt a little sad.

Who the hell is he? how my heart is troubled gini, usually also not gini. (inner Marsha).

5 Minutes after the teacher was busy writing on the board.

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