The Secret With Bad Boy

Supporting friends

On the rooftop currently Kinanti and Kala are. Kinanti was reading material for the preparation of the Olympics that he would follow. Already one book that Kinanti read is a Physics textbook. His head started to fill and throbbed. To relieve it, he took a plaster of the child's compress and then placed it on his forehead.

Kinanti's skull was already very sore. He tilted his head left and right and then back and front. After that he squirmed, stretching the muscles in his body. To relieve the pain, he moved out of place. Walk to and fro so that his legs do not tingle.

Meanwhile, Kala was still busy with her laptop. He wears a headset to listen to the sound that comes from a game he is playing. Occasionally he opens the application algorithm that he is designing. His forehead seemed wrinkled, the effect of thinking seriously.

“What are you doing?” Apparently Kala was curious about what Kinanti was doing.

“Stretch,” say the sweet girl. He repeated to tilt his body to the left and right.

“Keep it what?” Kala pointed at the white plaster attached to Kinanti's forehead.

“Plester fever.”

“You have a fever?” Kala took off her headset and watched Kinanti.

“Ngak. It's because I'm just learning physics. My brain is bruising, my head is breaking. I can't read anymore. Malem later lah.” Kinanti completely gave up.

“Emang is saying yes?” Kala is getting curious.

“You try? I still have one more.” Kinanti took one fever plaster from her bag. “Nih! Want to?”

“Hem,” Kala nodded in agreement. I wonder what it feels like too.

Kinanti opened the plastic plaster and then removed the adhesive and rubbed Kala's forehead before he attached the plaster.

“Jiirr cold, Nan.” Kala shuddered amusedly.

“Hahahaha. Later also habits.”

“Iya?” Kala pressed the plaster on his forehead. It feels funny, chewy so.

“Iya. Uh jerk, want me to take a photo of it first.” Kinanti pulled her phone out of her pocket.

“Make what?” Kala be on alert. No one can carelessly photograph it.

“You want me to take photos. Make mementos if we grow up later.” Kinanti pulled Kala's shoulder down slightly and wrapped her hand around that shoulder. Some photos he took with various expressions. At first Kala showed a reluctant and cold expression,

“Smiles! Don't be like a pup nahan with his face!” Kinanti pinched Kala's cheek.

“Aduh!” Complaining of pain.

“Eat him smile. Hiiiii..” Kinanti smiled widely, pointing out her rows of white and neat teeth.

Kala was anxious herself seeing Kinanti's wide smile and her narrowed eyes. It looks like a rabbit doll. Unknowingly, Kala also smiled and occasionally put on a strange expression. I don't know how many photos they took with fever plaster accessories on his forehead.

“Hahahaha .. This is funny. Your eyes are gini jerks anyway Kal?” Kala imitates the style of Kala when taking pictures. His lips coiled up making an anxious.

It was hard for Kala to hold back her laughter. Finally he returned to his seat after previously wiping Kinanti's head.

“Don't be funny, later I can't sleep,” Inner Kala who again sat in his place.

“You want me to send her picture?” haggling Kinanti. He deliberately peeked to look at Kala's face looking down from below.

“Bby,” Kala did not dare to return Kinanti's gaze which made her cheeks warm up.

“Okey, but I chose yaaa. I'll send you a picture that you're ugly and I'm beautiful. Hahahaha..” Kinti laughed to herself. Women are sometimes like that.

Kala just smiled inwardly. Tuhaaannn, Kinanti's behavior really tormented him.

Some photos have been sent by Kinanti to Kala number. “Cek dong, you see the photo first.” Kinanti nudged Kala's arm with a fad.

“Later,” sahut. He chose his picture, why thirst in check everything, thought Kala.

“Heemm, yes already. Don't protest if you later mengesel I sent a bad photo.”

Kala did not respond but simply smiled inwardly. Working on an application algorithm is the only way that he can shift his mind.

“What are you doing again? How serious are you?” Kinanti a little peek at Kala's work. His head appeared beside Kala's head. Close by, just a few inches away.

“Bikin simulation game for sale,” I Kala.

“Hem,” Kala nodded confidently. During this time, from his game Kala earned money to meet his needs besides he worked in a cafe.

“This application or what? I'd like to try playing.” Kinanti looked excited. He wants to support his best friend's hobby.

Little smile. Just this time there are people who are enthusiastic to hear he made a game. Though usually people underestimate the hobby of Kala. Yudhistira even threw a laptop Kala because he thought Kala was just playing games.

“You're serious?” he was curious about the earnestness of Kinanti's speech.

“That's it, I'm serious. I want to know, what kind of game made the same thing me. If it's good, I'll help promoin. Who knows what is famous, right?”

Stopped his finger for a moment.

“Come here, sit here.”

Kala is spirit. He asked Kinanti to sit in his place, facing the laptop. Kinanti obeyed only. A stick is paired by Kala and handed over to Kinanti. He sat behind Kinanti, simultaneously holding the stick. It was as if he was hugging Kinanti from behind.

“Use this button to start, it's stop, it's hit, it's to defend. It's a forward button, back and forth then moving left and right. Try.” Kala let go of his hand. He let Kinanti start her game.

“Okey, I get it. But I'm deg-degan huh?” say Kinanti when the writing of the press start is listed on the screen.

“I have deg-degan from earlier,” Inner Kala while smiling knot.

The game begins. Kinanti started playing the racing game made by Kala.

“To the left of Kinan, follow his arrow mark,” point Kala on his laptop screen.

“I know Kala, but it's hard to know! Very quickly the villain left," exclaimed Kinanti in annoyance.

“Gini way,” Kala holding Kinanti's hand. They play that game together.

“Hahahaha, I won,” exclaimed Kinanti when she managed to win the first round of games.

“Don't muddle first, second round is more difficult.” Kala let go of his hand letting Kinanti play by herself.

“Udah know hard why not help?” kinanti protests as the game begins.

“Try yourself so that the victory results are sweet.”

“Akh, you chebelin Kal, see this I almost lost!” Kinanti protest.

Kala only chuckles at the game Kinanti who lost completely.

“Tuh, right!!” annoyed.

“Hahahaha. But have to buy coins first.”

“I don't want akh, I don't have any money. It's the same you robbed me.” Kinanti put the stick back in her hand. The price of Kala coins is too expensive.

“Ya this game is the goal is indeed commercial so surely the price of the coin is expensive. If it's cheap, where do I want to profit?” Kala reasoned.

“Em, yes also.”Kinanti understood.

“But, have you ever thought of making an educational version of the game? I mean I don't tell people to just play games but can also give value to learning.” The idea suddenly flashed through Kinanti's mind.

“Means?” Kala still doesn't understand.

“Em, I mean gini. You make a game that each recharge the game does not use coins but use questions about the lesson. Let the games you make not be hated by parents. Continuously there is a maximum limit to play the game but make it that makes people curious so played again tomorrow as they learn from the questions that arise.”

“The questions that appear are adjusted to the same age of the person playing the game. How?” kinanti urai.

Pensive for a while, he opened his laptop and began to record what Kinanti input and what came to his mind.

"Where are my luck?" Kala looked at Kinanti who looked serious. This girl should be responsible for her idea.

"Can be from advertising, the popularity of your game or your cooperation with an educational institution that will pay royalties to you for using your game as a medium of learning. How's it?"

Kala tried to digest Kinanti's idea. Although not perfect, is it not wrong if he started to try it?

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