The Secret With Bad Boy

Help me, please,

“Again Kal,” greet Frea who has been waiting for Kala since earlier.

He leaned against the pole and waited for Kala to pass and then walked towards the classroom along with Kala.

When not chimed in, he remained focused on his steps to get to class immediately.

“Today you are neater. Is there an important moment today?” investigate Frea while bending her body to see Kala's face from below.

“Go, playfully same temen-tenemen lo.” Kala immediately turned his face away. He wasn't used to being stalked like this by Frea.

“They're not fun. Their job is just gossiping about continuing to ask for a treaty with me. Bosen me, Kal.” Frea wrapped her hands around Kala's arms while whining spoiled.

“Sore later, take me motoran ya Kal. I'm again boring.” Persuade Frea who tried to show her cute face to Kala.

“Gue busy. Just search for other activities.” Kala flicked her hand, so that Frea let go of her grasp.

“No, I want it to be the same you.” Frea stood firm, leaning her head against Kala's sturdy arm.

“You must inget, we are betrothed from birth. You don't reject me keep dong Kal.” Frea Whine.

“Least.” Kala stopped his steps.

“Nmobile.”

“REMOVE!!” exclaiming Kala to make Frea stunned.

The students who were in the hallway of the class were compact to turn their heads and look at them.

“Kal! You make me ashamed!” grunting Frea while hitting Kala's arm.

But Kala doesn't care. He let Frea go after deliberately nudging his arm. He felt there was no time to play around with the spoiled Frea.

“APA?!” exclaim Kala in a series of pairs of eyes that look at him.

The students immediately turned their faces and chose to leave their place. He did not want to deal with Kala.

From a distance Kala saw Kinanti who was walking side by side with Demian. In his hand he holds a book. The two were engrossed in conversation and somehow it was quite disturbing to Kala.

“Yeah, I didn't expect to win either. You know, the third champion was previously champion in several other Olympics. Which I myself did not even enter the qualifier.” Kinanti's voice faintly heard Kala.

“That's called luckiness. Or maybe you are indeed progressing so that in the next Olympics you can win. While people who are used to winning, their vigilance will decrease because he already considers himself capable and will not be rivaled.” Demian.

They smiled as they praised each other.

“Kinanti,” call Kala which pauses Kinanti and Demian steps.

“Ya, me?” Kintai pointed at his own face. He looked left and right, there was no one else named Kinanti. That meant, Kala did talk to him. But for what?

Without giving an answer, Kala suddenly pulled Kanga Kinanti away from Demian.

“Kala, what do you want, why pull my hand.” Confused Kinanti protests. He turned to Demian and his friend was just staring not trying to hold Kinanti. Maybe he refused to deal with Kala.

“When, where are we going?”

Kinanti was more confused when Kala's steps did not stop and even faster. He took Kinanti up the stairs that went nowhere.

“Why are you dragging me like a Beast?! I'm wrong with you, we have nothing to do!” Kinanti said out loud.

At that moment Kala released his hand and stopped for a while on the sixth step.

He looked at Kinanti who was looking at him vigilantly while holding her sick hand from being forcefully pulled by Kala.

His eyes had already glanced down the stairs, looking for an opportunity to blur.

Just a few seconds passed and suddenly Kinanti turned around and was about to run away leaving Kala. He doesn't want to deal with this school bad boy.

But his steps were too short and slow. With just two steps, Kala could catch up with him, pulling Kinanti's waist with one arm that was sturdy until Kinanti's body was slightly lifted into the air.

“Gosh!” instead of revolting, Kinanti was holding onto Kala. He held onto Kala's jacket for fear of falling.

Kala dropped Kinanti on the same staircase, faced him. Unknowingly, their distance was very close. Kinanti could see the shadow of the bruise that was still blue on Kala's face even though he had been compressing overnight and given anti-bruise drugs.

While Kala could see Kinanti's tiny face and possibly the size of her wide palm. The height of their bodies is quite far away, making Kala have to lower his head to see the face of Kinanti who is below him.

A few moments they looked at each other until then the grip of Kinanti's hand was wet from nervousness, apart from Kala's slippery leather jacket.

“AKH!” Kianti was shocked because he thought he would fall but quickly Kala held back Kinanti's body to embrace him tightly.

Kinanti could hear the sound of Kala's breath blowing in her ears. It seemed that he was also shocked to think that Kinanti would fall.

After being able to control himself enough, Kinanti immediately pushed Kala's body away from him. His heart felt like it was about to be dislodged feeling a very nervous feeling.

“I have no intention of harassing you, I just want to talk to you.” Kala clarified the awkwardness between them.

Kinanti rubbed her bristling hand because of her sudden embrace with Kala.

“You can talk well, why drag me?” timpal Kinanti who turned his face away from the gaze of Kala. His bluish-colored eyes felt like they were locking him away from turning his face away. Luckily Kinanti was still able to control herself.

“I don't like my conversation being heard by others.” Timpal. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, a sign that he could control himself.

“Yes, but you can talk well. Asking me to,”

“I'm not used to talking well.” Timpal Kala quickly.

“Then don't talk to me.” Kinanti took a step back from Kala.

“You can't talk well, then it's best to be quiet. I'm also not used to talking to people who like to behave as well as he likes.” Grunts Kinanti in annoyance.

“Talk to me when you can already speak well to others.” Firmly Kinanti.

He chose to leave Kala after glaring at her for a while. He did not want any connection with the school troublemaker.

“Please me,” said Kala suddenly.

Kinantipun step stopped even though it does not then look.

“Please? Did Kala really say that?” Kinanti still spoke to her own mind.

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