The Secret With Bad Boy

Proposals

Early in the morning, I arrived at school. He immediately headed to Mr. Jack's room with a few sheets of paper that he put in a plastic folder. His steps were so light and full of spirit. Every now and then he turned around and rubbed the walls of the hallway that was always clean. Her face was cheerful and radiant, as if the sun was indeed above her head.

“Good morning, Sir.” Kinanti greeted a janitor who was cleaning the school hallway.

“Again, Neng.”

The middle trying man nodded politely at Kinanti. Just this time he got a good morning greeting with a cheerful face and a sweet smile from one of the students attending this prestigious School. Usually his existence is simply ignored without anyone caring. Suddenly his tired body regained its vigor after seeing Kinanti's cheerful smile. The sweat of his tiredness was also evaporated by the warmth of the sunlight. Today is not only beautiful for a Kinanti, but also for the people around her.

Kinanti continued her steps towards Jack's room. Men postured like professional basketball players it always comes earlier than other teachers. That is why Kinanti addressed her favorite teacher before the other teachers came and before the lesson began.

“Excuse me..” Kinanti spoke at the door mouth.

He peeked into the teacher's room, looking for Jack.

“Ya!” jack came out of the toilet.

“Good morning, Mr. Jack,” greet Kinanti with respect. He smiled while nodding.

“Pagi.” Jack looks at the watch on his left arm. It was only seven in the morning and Kinanti had already arrived at school with her cheerful face.

“Sorry early in the morning I've been facing. I want to give up the essay. Is Mr Jack any time?”

“Oh, essay well. Come, comein!” Jack opened the door wider for Kinanti.

“Thank you.” They're sitting face to face at Jack's desk.

“Okey, how's the essay? Are you done?” Jack was curious. Looking at Kinanti's spirit, it seemed like the girl was very optimistic and confident.

“Already. Just finished overnight.” Kinanti puts her task on the table to be examined by Jack.

“Okey, I saw for a while..”.

“Please.”

Jack started checking out the Kinanti essay. There were about eight sheets of descriptions that Kinanti made and were written neatly in handwriting. Sometimes Jack nodded while reading some points that he found interesting and then pensive when trying to understand some real terms correlated with the contents of the essay made.

“Only one essay only?” Jack looked at Kinanti, curious.

“Iya. I only make one essay because I want to be maximum with what I make.”

“It looks like you are very sure to become a doctor. Your reference is also qualified and there are even interviews with cancer patients. You did some research?” kinanti's writing surprised Jack.

“Em, I do simple research because I think it is necessary to support the validity of my writing apart from reading good book references. Coincidentally also my father's coworkers there are sick with cancer, I tried a little interview through my father because it happened during his illness, the father who accompanied him so it can be said it was quite representative.”

“I also try to match the signs and symptoms that are in the reference of medical books and indeed a lot of suitability. It is just a personal experience. The cancer patient, an accomplished fighter, struggled with his physical condition but also with his mental state. Not infrequently they feel hopeless because they are aware of what their condition will be in the end.”

“And the struggle effort that varies between one patient with another patient.” Kinanti elaborated on her understanding of the essays she made.

“Nice! A good description. This essay I received, but who assess and declare whether or not this essay is the Foundation. I'll give you a recommendation but it doesn't guarantee you pass.”

“And Kinanti, currently you only deliver one essay. It means you're throwing away two other opportunities. If you fail with this essay, you may not be able to re-register. This scholarship is only awarded once a year. I want you to prepare for the worst.” Jack sternly warned Kinanti. Kinanti should be prepared if possible he will be disappointed.

“Yes Mr Jack, I have understood the consequences fully. Although it turned out to be a failure, at least I've learned something as important as this. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to try this opportunity.”

“Good thought. While waiting for the results, berdo’a course hopefully the results are good. Come to the foundation next week to check the results. In addition, do not forget to prepare also for the sciene Olympics. Learn with Demian, so you can share your knowledge.”

“Siap. Thank you.”

“Ee ee eeh Kinanti steps back. He immediately looked back and it turned out that his backpack was lifted into the air.

“Kala!” Kinanti jumped in shock when it turned out that the one holding his bag was the Kalantara prank that had been hiding in the corner of the pole.

“Walk!” tell Kala without letting go of his grip from the Kinanti bag he held up high.

“Don't gini Kal. I have trouble the way. Feels strange,” protests Kinanti who has not stepped up his steps.

“Tell anyone to go alone, but earlier said he wanted to go with your father.” The tall teenager just took off the Kinanti bag so that Kinanti was stunned and almost strayed from being suddenly attracted by the weight of her bag.

“Ish, Kala!” Kinanti hit Kala's arm in annoyance.

“What? Want protest?” the prankster leaned his body so that his height balanced Kinanti's body. Their faces faced with a fairly close distance. The handsome teenager could see a mole on Kinanti's cheek.

“Nyebelin!” Kinanti's lips chuckled in annoyance. He also turned his face away from Kala.

“Eatya, don't like boong. You know about boong. Heh, here see I'm a liar!” Kala poked Kinanti's cheek to look at her.

“I'm not a liar Kala. I was going to work with my dad. But it turns out dad got WFH as his boss. Yes I have left alone.” Kinanti.

“Oh yes?” Those sharp eyes were staring at Kinanti in disbelief.

“Iya! Where have I ever lied.” The clear Netra Kinanti broke into shock mixed furiously. His face was also flushed from being stared this close.

“Okey, this time I believe. But see if you are going to leave alone, I will be really disappointed.” Fortunately, the bully teenager stood up again despite giving a threat to the girl with a big nose.

“Kala, don't treat me like a child who doesn't have the freedom to go to and fro alone. After all, the time is forever I have to snack on you? One day we will be apart, where can I continue to depend on others. Maybe one day we will not be this close again. Who would I rely on if I didn't rely on myself?” a serious look was given the sweet girl to the teenager who suddenly fell silent.

Yes, Kala was completely silent about nothing. Kinanti's speech was really like a nightmare that came back every time he thought that one day he and Kinanti would have to separate.

Instead of chiming in, Kala instead lifted the Kinanti bag again.

“Street!” her word.

“Turunin first my bag, time in lift like this.” Kinanti still refused to move.

“Your bags are too heavy. It's not like carrying a book, but it's like carrying bricks. Just walk, I help lift.” This dominant teenager was purged with his will.

“Ish, however, cannot be banned!” Can only nag and there is no other option for Kinanti than to comply with Kala's request. He continued his steps in front of Kala while Kala walked behind him while lifting the Kinanti bag up high.

He deliberately did this, because he did not want to show his sad face when he imagined that one day they would be separated.

“Later in the afternoon what do we want to learn? To rooftop yuk!” bring the little girl.

Kala did not answer, because he was still daydreaming.

“Kal, because walking behind me your hearing is disturbed huh? That's because our frequency is out of alignment,” great-grandson Kinanti while chuckling.

“Do not turn! Just go straight,” Kala's word when Kinanti will turn her head.

“Huft! You suck today. So much tell me this and that.” Kinanti grumbled as she continued walking.

That handsome teenager didn't chim. He is still trying to control his ungodly feelings.

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