The Secret With Bad Boy

Kinan Ame - kala

As planned, this afternoon Kala drove Kinanti to check the results of the scholarship announcement at Yudhistira's Foundation. Travel for approximately twenty minutes, traversed with full thump. Along the way Kinanti berdo’a so that he can get the best results. However, he still prepared if it turns out not to get a scholarship windfall for his college.As Lukman once said, do not give up because there is always another way to achieve the ideals.

Kala saw clearly the turmoil that Kinanti felt. Through her motorcycle rearview, Kala occasionally noticed the tense beautiful face. The hand of Kinanti was in her jacket pocket to calm the girl down.

“It’s okay. Hope the result is good yes.” Kala's voice was still clearly heard amid the strong wind.

“Iya, Kal. Father said that every thing has its own destiny and will always give a surprise. I'm actually getting ready. Like any surprise I'll receive, but still I'm nervous.” Kinanti tightened her embrace on Kala. He rested his head on Kala's back which was wide and wide.

Kala smiled slightly, again she patted Kinanti's hand and rubbed the sweet girl's head. “Whatever the result, I definitely support the best for you. So, yes spirit...” Kala tries to encourage Kinanti.

“Still, Kal. Aduuhh, I deg-degan really.” Kinanti closed her eyes tightly. From the morning his feelings were uncertain, what might this surprise that made Kinanti have to prepare for the worst? Lucky Kala is beside him so there are friends to share.

Kala drove his motor at normal speed when entering the Foundation complex that was in front of his eyes. The gate is still open because there is still about an hour until the working hours are over.

“Where are you, deck?” the security officer brandished his traffic baton and asked Kala to stop.

Kala stopped the speed of his motorbike and raised the glass of his helmet. Seen the look of his sharp eyes framed thick eyebrows and his nose is bangir, challenging. “I want to check the scholarship recipient announcement. Can you still, Sir?” ask Kala.

“Oh, can. Later on the academic section. Parking on the right, specifically for motor.” The security guard gave us a clue.

“Iya, thank you, Mr.” Pamit Kala continues her journey to the parking lot.

“Feeling his face familiar yes, it's a child.” The security guard muttered to himself as he tried to remember the owner of the face that he often felt. “Meet where ya?” The man was still thinking, sitting in the guard post and enjoying his coffee that was getting cold.

In the parking area Kala stopped the speed of his motorbike. Look, the girl looks very pale. It seems very tense. Kala gave a small smile looking at the pair of eyes that were hoping for anxiety. After taking off the helmet and putting it on the bike, Kala grabbed onto Kinanti's cold, wet hand, then clasped it tightly.

“Relax ya, I believe all good things will side with you,” said Kala with full confidence. He blew out Kinanti's cold hand, to warm up.

“If I get more nervous, Kal. I need to make peace with myself.” Kinanti was still with her worried face.

“Okey, so what can I help you with?” He asked without letting go of his hand.

“Quite me. Whatever the result, do not first comment,” pinta Kinanti.

“Okey. Want to check the results now?”

“Hem,” Kinanti nodded confidently.

Smiling, Kala rubbed Kinanti's head fondly. “Semangaatt Kinan kakuuu Clenching his hands gave him encouragement. Kinanti simply smiled and clenched her hands full of determination, before walking into the Foundation.

The steps of the two teenagers looked quick despite being unhurried. They walked towards a room that had been notified by security officers.

“That's like.” He pointed at the room in one corner.

He hasn't been to this office for a long time and a lot has changed. The last time Kala visited this office was more than a year ago, before the fire country's tempest attacked her whole and happy family. He was introduced as a potential successor to this Education Foundation, but now, this place is too foreign for Kala.

“Iya, right!” kinanti's voice resuscitated Kala's daydream for a few seconds. The girl immediately headed for the room.

“Excuse me,” said Kinanti in front of the open door.

“Ya, who are you going to?” said a woman who was dressing herself because she was getting ready to go home.

“I Kinanti ma'am, I want to check my scholarship graduation announcement. What can, Ma?” Kintai spoke politely.

“Haduuhh, why should this afternoon anyway. Here, Dek!” The woman pointed to the left side of her room and asked Kinanti to turn around. His eyes were glaring in annoyance.

Kinanti immediately circled the room. It turns out that there is a window that opens and says “Information Service.” He sat in one of the chairs.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I was told to come after class, so it's only now." Kinanti gave an explanation. The woman did not respond. He tied his hair high and restarted the computer he had turned off.

“What's the name?” The woman asked haughtily.

“Pinance, Mom. Kinanti Amelia,” says Kinanti clearly.

“Kok no ya?” The woman asked back.

“Iya, means no how, Bu?” Kinanti began to worry.

“Amelia, Mom. Kinanti Amelia, not Amalia.” Kinanti clarified her full name.

“A-me-lya.” The woman re-spells what she was typing. “No tuh, Deck. Are you sure you are participating in the scholarship program?” The woman began to snide.

“Iya, Mom. I'm convinced. I have even submitted a journal as an additional form of test.” Kinanti started to get nervous. Maybe he made a mistake?

“Try me to see,” Kala who is curious peeking from beside Kinanti.

“The name is Kinanti Amekala. Try check.” Kala even got stuck.

“Kal, ikh!” Kinanti elbowed Kala in annoyance.

“Yes anyways he ticks use Y, should use I. Kinanti Amelia bint Lukman. Not Kinanti Amel, Yes!” Getting upset by himself.

“How do you mean? Try writing here.” The woman gave a piece of paper while glaring resentfully at Kala.

“Write the capital letter, Nan. Let him read it clearly.” Kala was upset.

“Kalaaa...” Kinanti tried to stop Kala and the teenager just snorted in annoyance. Do not accept Kinanti being treated cynically like before.

Kinan wrote his name in full. “This, bu.” The girl handed the paper to the woman. The woman did a search and cleared her own throat when it turned out that Kinanti's data existed. He also took something from inside the iron shelf beside him.

“The result is on the floor,” said the woman without turning Kinanti in the slightest.

“Still, Bu.” Kinanti accepted it with pleasure. His future is here.

“Whose name?” ask Kala after the Kinanti affair is over. He looked at the woman with annoyance.

“Not polite you! Here's my name.” The woman showed her id card to Kala. Kala just smiled cynically.

“Kal, why the hell. Come on, I'm done with.” Kinanti tried to persuade Kala. He did not feel at home to see the unfriendly attitude between Kala and the woman in front of him. Kinanti could understand maybe because it was late afternoon, this woman's mood to be friendly had worn off like powder.

“Wait, briefly.” Kala pulled out his phone from his pocket and contacted someone.

“Where to?” ask Kala without further ado. I don't know who the teenager is contacting.

“Hem, give the last salary to the staff of the Foundation named Devia. Tomorrow he does not need to have an office again at the Foundation,” said Kala with full firmness. He stared coldly at the woman named Devia sharply.

“Heh, what do you mean? Who are you talking to?” ask the woman named Devia who looks surprised.

“He wants to talk directly.” Kala was still talking to people across the street and giving her cell phone to the woman.

“Halo, sorry who is this with?” ask Devia.

“I Jack. What did you do to Mr Kalantara?” Jack asked back.

“Hah, mr Kalantara?” The woman was like being resuscitated. He looked at Kala full of search. His hands instantly trembled as he got a sharp gaze from Kala. Young teenager who is very similar to the owner of the Foundation where he works. It seemed that he was aware of who he was treating this impolitely.

“Ma-sorry sir.” The woman immediately looked down regretfully at Kala.

When he did not respond, he simply stretched out his hand at the woman, clutching her cell phone back. With trembling hands Devia returned the phone and before long, her phone rang and displayed Jack's name. Hah, finish the story.

Kinanti looked at Kala in disbelief, how could he get someone fired within minutes.

“Kal,” Kinanti felt pity for the woman who was trembling while talking to Jack.

“He has been impolite and does not reflect employees who work in the Education Institution,” decik Kala who chose to pass away from the presence of the woman. Confused himself about what he should do. What should he say to cheer up women?

“Kinan!” kala's call sounded firm.

“I-Yes.” In the end Kinanti caught up with Kala and left the woman alone. Pardon,

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