The Handsome Ice Boy

Wh who?

In the room, Vino picked up a guitar perched on his wall. Then he stepped onto the balcony, enjoying the breeze of the night hit his handsome face. Sitting on an iron chair while resting one foot above the knee.

He hasn't played guitar in a long time. Plucked

his guitar interrupted him while humming and his eyes closed enjoying the night breeze that was enough to make him calm.

Ting!

The phone notifications made him open his eyes. Vino took his phone on the table.

I'm going back to Jakarta tomorrow, wait for me!-unknown

"Who?" vino's murmur fiercely intimidated, confused. But jude..He didn't care about the number he didn't know. The young man immediately stood up and dragged his guitar inside. Hang up his guitar and be ready to crawl on the bed.

Vino pressed his hands on the pillow and under his head as a cushion. "Prince, Mama..!" he said muttering as he flashed a smile after hearing his mutter. "Interesting too" he continued. Then closed his eyes, there was a roar of heavy breathing that indicated that Vino had fallen asleep in his beautiful dreams.

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Next day. Vino picked up Fiza, now he stopped his car for a moment. Because the net caught the young man who stopped his motorbike right in front of the gate of his girl's house.

Vino was down, the man was dragging his steps closer to the man in the same uniform as himself.

'Vino.' Aril was stunned while realizing the existence of the young man before him.

"Lo IPA boy right?"

"Yep"

Aril was stunned for a moment to get that question. "Gue just passed by. I'm first!" nervous and passed leaving Vino alone.

Before long, Fiza showed her nose behind the gate, smiling brightly as brightly as early as the morning. "There was Aril?."

"Aril?." he asked. "Oh yeah, was that your friend?"

Fiza nodded. "Yaudah yuk, it's already this hour" Fiza switched the conversation. Understand from the look of her lover's flat, that she is not allowed Vino to be friends with men.

Vino and Fiza got into the car. But when he wanted to ride his lewd heard from inside the voice of the baritone who shouted to call the little couple, running towards them.

Vino raised his eyebrows while his hands were fixed in front of his chest, asking the brow gesture coldly which, according to Reza, was very annoying.

First Reza set his whirring breath. Really Reza was a little tired of running away from the stairs down to the terrace and in addition the yard is quite spacious. "Gue wants to hitch a ride to you!" reza stared at the two fools.

"Can/Gak" speech and include Fiza and Vino together.

"Yes, you guys are going to get in the car. While I have a motorbike in the workshop while my car is used by my mother to make a daisy. Could be Vin"

"Udahlah justin, it's bad luck"

Vino lifted his chin, letting the young man hitch a ride to school together. The young man had previously shifted his attention to Fiza who was glaring sharply, for fear that the girl would go back to him to let Reza in.

Actually it's just Reza's excuse, the car is only in the garage. Why did his mother borrow the car, while his mother had her own car. And the bike is not an excuse, it's true Reza's motorbike is in the family subscription workshop. It's just that he wanted to make the guy upset, and continued to grunt as loud as his existence could not hold Fiza's hand freely because Reza directly entered the front seat beside the driver eh means Vino.

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