The Secret With Bad Boy

Worrying about the wrong people

The phone left behind, the reason Kinanti went to her class and left Kala who had been busy discussing basketball with Riko. In addition to picking up the phone, Kinanti also picked up her backpack. The books he finished. Not only his own but also Kala's. The teenager asked Kinanti to bring her bag so they could go straight home.

“Pantesan your bag very lightly Kal. It contained only a notebook of two seeds and a streak, the same as a ballpoint. Look no lid and the ink is leaking. You want to learn in this way?” Kinanti muttered not understanding.

While shaking his head, he continued to clear the books of Kala. Throw away Kala's ballpoint and replace it with his ballpoint. Green sage colored ballpoints are not actually suitable for masculine men like Kala. But Kinanti felt this was better than letting the ballpoint leak in Kala's bag. It can stain Kala's books.

“Okey, next time we go to the bookstore and buy stationery.” Kinanti made a promise to the shadow Kala had in mind. They will soon face a midterm exam, Kinanti intends that he must help Kala start from the smallest and often forgotten thing that is a stationery.

After cleaning up all of Kala's stationery supplies, Kinanti carried the backpack out of class. His backpack he carried in his pocket while Kala's backpack in front of his chest. Only Kala's jacket was on.

Towards the basketball field, Kinanti accidentally saw Frea in one corner of the school. It was a little strange because it seemed like the lone Frea was talking to strangers, not students.

Kinanti decided to approach, peering behind the classroom wall.

“Hah, I'm familiar with those people? Do they want to disturb Frea too?” Kinanti muttered to herself. The figure of the people who were talking to Frea was really no stranger to Kinanti. From the appearance of his demeanor, as well as the vehicle he used, Kinanti was very sure that they were the son of a motorcycle genk who at that time attacked him and Demian.

“Gosh! Yes, that's them.” Kinanti shocked herself.

Why do these people come to this school? To see her again, or to change to disturb Frea? Then why are they still hanging around, hasn't Kinanti reported it to the police?

Kinanti was getting more and more fierce when she saw Frea arguing with a gondrong man who at that time she sprayed her eyes with pepper. The man was like shouting at Frea but Kinanti did not hear clearly their conversation.

“I report aja!” Kinanti immediately went to the security guard post to report. He walks in haste, worried that Frea is also being bullied by the troubling thugs. Not yet arrived at the security guard post, Kinanti had already met with security officers.

“Pak!” call Kinanti.

“Iya, Non.” The man immediately looked.

“Pak, please come with me for a moment. That was my friend seems to be bullied by the motorcycle gang deh.” Kintai spoke in a hurry.

“Hah, how can I enter? Though I was guarding in front of no one cheering in kok.” The security officer was confused himself.

“I don't know either Sir. We'll see first. Fear my friend is bullied.”

“Oh Yes Non, let's see.”

Kinanti and the security guard both walked quickly towards the corner of the school. They saw Frea still talking to the man.

“HEH! Who are you?!” exclaim the security officer.

The thugs were shocked, as was Frea. Frea suddenly fell a while after the thug ran off the ridge pursued by security officers.

Frea's eyes immediately rounded in shock. I don't know what Kinanti saw and heard, but she started to panic.

“I-iya. My hand hurts, pushed thugs earlier.” Frea grimaced while holding her real hand is okay.

“Try me to see.” Kinanti with her high sense of care.

“E-don't do. I'm all right.” Frea firmly held her hand which she did not want to show Kinanti.

“Totally?” Kinanti was still worried.

“I-iya.” Frea.

“Sgratitude.” Kinanti breathed a sigh of relief. “But the thugs have already reported to the police but they are still running around. Is it liberated?” Kinanti was confused himself.

He reached out his hand to help Frea stand up but Frea shook it off.

“No need, I can wake up myself,” he said.

'Yes, because you report, I should ask for help to free them and give bail. Fuck you Kinanti!'

Frea spoke in her heart. Yes, because Kinanti reported to the police, Frea had to ask for help from the father to free the thugs. It was forced to do Frea so that the thugs are not examined further let alone to mention his name and Demian in their crimes. I can't imagine if it really happened.

“Fine, you don't go-go yourself Frea, it's very dangerous. Because they also once disturbed me and made Demian enter the hospital. Here, take. It's pepper spray. Use this if strangers like them bother you.” Kinanti gave her pepper spray to Frea.

“Make me?” Frea looked at Kinanti inexplicably. This girl is naive in her opinion.

“Iyaa. I don't think you're being disturbed anymore. But if there's a bad guy deketin you, you spit-cheek this. Spray on his face, especially the eye area. Take it wherever you go because we never know, what dangers lurk us.” Kinanti said excitedly, worrying about her classmates.

Unfortunately, Kinanti was worried about the wrong person.

Frea also received the pepper spray from Kinanti. “Iya, I will use. I'm back there, I'm back.” Frea half kicked Kinanti.

“Iya, I want to go home too. Be careful on the road Frea,” message Kinanti before passing away.

Frea just fell silent, did not agree or refute Kinanti's speech. To be honest he felt crisp with Kinanti's attitude but when he saw that Kala's backpack was on his chest, the anger was like filling his chest cavity again.

“Sok plain! Though the serpent. Look at it, I will make you regret because of the pedeketin Kala,” said Frea while looking at the figure of Kinanti who walked away from him. Every now and then the girl turned to Frea, to make sure the girl was okay. And every time I saw Kinanti's face, Frea clasped the pepper bottle tighter. Sucks according.

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