The Secret With Bad Boy

Soft boy come bad boy

On the rooftop currently Kinanti is. He was pensively alone remembering what Frea said a moment ago. His heart still felt pain when the rich girl insulted her parents so clearly.

Speech is not taught manners by parents and likes to take the property of others, it is very painful to hear. What was more painful was that he could not chim for anything, other than clenching his hands in annoyance and holding back the cries in his chest.

Was his simple condition the fault of his parents? No don't you?

Lukman has even worked hard to raise Kinanti alone without ever making Kinanti feel the slightest lack of affection. The man also spent his time outside in order to make a lawful living to support him and send him to a good place.

His parents are not silent. They worked so hard that they forgot their own wishes. But why was Frea so presumptuous to say her parents taught Kinanti such a lowly thing? Didn't he know it hurt so much?

Kinanti was crying in her place. Her tears were breaking, she could not bear until her shoulders moved up and down due to her broken cries. It was not his simple condition that he cried but the struggles of his unappreciated parents.

Back there, there was Kala who stood looking after Kinanti. I don't know what the girl was going through until Kinanti looked so sad and sobbed. Though he knew very well that the girl who was currently behind him was a strong girl.

Kala decided to get closer. He ventured to sit beside Kinanti without saying anything. He gave a piece of tisue to Kinanti wiping her tears.

“Thank you,” Kinanti took tissue from Kala's hand and turned her face to wipe the tears. He also threw out the nasal water in the tisue with a loud enough voice.

“Sroookk!!”

Kala shuddered amusedly while holding back her smile.

“Sorry,” said Kinanti while turning to Kala. He showed his still-basic eyes and his red nose.

“Why apologize? If you are sad, then cry. No one is forbidden.” Kala with her rigid comforting style.

“Hwaaaa!!!! I'm keseeelll!!” as at the command, suddenly Kinanti cried and shouted.

“Eehhhh, don't yell gini either.” I was shocked and panicked at the same time. He wanted to calm Kinanti but instead made Kinanti's cries break even more.

“Huhuhu .. don't ask to stop crying. I'm still sprained,” said Kinanti while sobbing.

The tisue Kala gave off was all wet and some stuck to her face.

“I-Iyaaa. if you are sad. But don't scream. Later the people are horrified and in his presence I say you again,” persuaded Kala with his face confused and wrong.

“Yes there if you don't want to be wronged. I want to be alone, anyway!” kinanti shouted while pushing Kala until the teenager fell from the bench he was sitting on.

“Akh!” As he complained of the pain, he held onto his pained waist.

“Now I'm even cheating on you. That's why you don't cut.” Kinanti spoke stammeringly, probably because of her unfinished cries.

Kala immediately got up as if he did not feel any pain.

“No pain, was shocked,” entertain Kala with his stiff smile. Actually, his waist and butt are still painful because he fell on an uneven surface but he did not want to make Kinanti more sad.

“If you still want to cry yes cry, angry can also. But if you scream later your throat hurts,” persuade Kala while patting Kinanti's shoulder.

Kinanti did not chimed, she still with her sad cry and tilted her head on Kala's shoulder. He needs a backrest.

Kala got shocked and stopped patting Kinanti on the shoulder. His heart was like being stung by a sudden flow of electricity as he felt Kinanti's head leaning against his shoulder. Also her hair slightly touched her face and smelled fragrant.

“Why can anyone say evil to someone else anyway, Kal?” ask Kinanti as her cries begin to stop. He rubbed his tears violently.

“Yes because they can't be nice.” Kala answered what it is.

There was a rough gasp of breath from Kinanti's mouth, Kala's reply was unhelpful.

“But, if you don't like their words or actions, why don't you just change every now and then, let him know the taste?” kala Suan.

He slightly peeked at Kinanti's face which looked sad. Suddenly the girl straightened her head back, not leaning on Kala. Kala immediately straightened his body, looking ahead there pretending not to pay attention to Kinanti.

“If I reply, what difference does it make me the same as them?” Kinanti asked Kala without looking at the troubled teenager.

“Bedanya?” Back to asking. His brain suddenly blanked.

“Iya. You will say that if I do not like their words and deeds, I just bales. What difference do I make with them? Aren't I the same she's being equally evil?” it was only now that Kinanti turned her head and looked at Kala's nervous face.

“Em, yes balesnya in different ways.”

“For example?” the question of Kinanti is getting more and more confusing.

“Yes, minimally do things that make them can not be rude again with you.” Kala turned her head to Kinanti, looking at Kinanti who was still looking at her confusedly.

Quickly Kala turned his face again. His face was warm as he looked at the eyes of Kinanti who was looking at him deeply. Why exactly?

“You want me to teach martial arts not?” tawar Kala suddenly.

“Make what?”

“Ya, so you know how to avoid. That you can do if you want to reply to them but you also do not want them to behave arbitrarily with you.”

Kinanti did not answer. He even looked at the face of Kala who met with redness. A conscious kala was being stared at, rubbing her cheeks which began to grow fine hair around her jaw.

“What's the reason you were brutalpun because of that?” He asked back, Kala had to look.

“Riko said, sometimes bad boy it starts from a soft boy who has been hurt. What is real?” he confirmed his question by repeating Riko's sentence some time ago.

Instead of answering, Kala prefers to move from beside Kinanti. He looked at the Jakarta sky that began to shade in the afternoon.

“If no one can protect us, when we let others tease us? What right do they demean us?” timpal Kala with great confidence.

Kinanti smiled slightly, Kala's reply was quite shocking. He got out of his place and stood beside Kala. There was a sigh of relief after he could express his feelings. Maybe Kala is right, he can reciprocate the bad attitude of others but not necessarily always with bad as well. Clearly, no one has the right to demean him let alone his parents.

“Learn yuk!” Kinanti patted Kala's arm then passed.

“Hah?” When you're gawking, studying again? He still wants to talk to Kinanti. How'this?

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