The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Davins

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In front of the terrace I was sitting wearing shoes about to go to school. I don't know where my heart signals as if it knows that my target doi is around. Reflex I'm turning this head to the left. It turns out he was with his wife.

Activity tying my shoelaces stopped for a moment.

I watched the pair of men closely until the woman actually left. My guess turned out to be wrong. The first one to go was mas doi. Leaving Mbak Nilam who looks busy with his phone.

There was a sense of suspicion seeing the woman smiling to herself staring at the mobile phone in her hand. From the expression of his face looks like someone who is kasmaran. If it really is, good. It's easier for me to approach her husband. Ahai!

I'll need to tie the shoelaces. Go inside, say goodbye to Daddy Mom. Then walk over to Mbak Nilam.

"Hi, Ma'am," I said.

He glanced at me. "Hi." said jutek.

"Mbak Nilam has a girlfriend, huh?" accuse me of seeing him keep busy with his phone while smiling.

"Heh, kid! Want me to have a boyfriend, an affair, a lover, that's my business. You are a child learning a real thing. Don't stay in class." He's prying.

"Hehe. I'm just the one, Mommy." I closed both my palms while thinking. "Well, what if your husband made me?" I shamelessly say so.

Fashionable elegant woman was chuckling. Her hand put the phone into the branded bag she was carrying. Then fold both hands on the chest while looking at me in wonder.

"You're a kid but his taste is om-om." His gaze changed. The Om I want is not just om-om.

"But Om Gibran, it's handsome. Rich again. If it's an attitude issue, don't ask. Super duper doi good. Yeah, right, Mommy?"

"The evidence is that he still survives the same wife who is retarded, volunteers husband, and likes to wander to club. ups!" I was long at length. Then I slapped the mouth that said this harshly.

I grinned at the whiny. Before Mbak Nilam uttered his scathing words, I chose a farewell and ran as hard as I could.

While running, I heard Nilam screaming. It's possible that the woman took out her signature perjury. If Mbak Nilam is already raging, let alone the goib, the zoo he was absent. Not horrified!

I don't know where Gibran found that woman.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

Running the marathon just finished.

Breathe in, let out. Breathe out again, breathe out again. Huuff.. I guess the sweat dripping on the forehead.

Now I'm on the highway. Creeper looking for public transportation to get me to school.

Scroll clock on wrist. At 07.15. There's still time, Dad.

Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. From a distance, I saw Siti with her scoopy heading towards me. He is the most sensitive friend. I know my best friend is in need of a ride. If my pocket money is safe.

Siti stopped right in front of me.

"Tone?! Tumben you leave in the morning?" Wonderful he asked.

I rolled a lazy eyeball. I usually leave in the morning. Uh, yeah, yeah? You know. I rarely watch the hours when I leave school. Go home in the morning. Maybe afternoon if there is a need. To the cafe. Or hanging out.

"It's usually morning."

"But! Don't feel him."

"Feel, really."

"What?"

"Pinter, right?"

"No! Not wanting to ignore his point. Eac!" Immediately kunaiki scoopy Siti. I hugged him tightly from behind. Fearful teasing. If every day like this. You can buy my gold.

When I got to school, I saw a football field so crowded. Shouts of cry from the ciwi who support his favorite player.

Third class hours are free. We're just waiting for graduation.

Come to school just for a little chat, then go home. It's good we got pockets. Because if I don't go to school, I can spend all day not given to the same snacks mom. Another for rich kids. School is not school jajan mah tetep road.

Boys usually use their time for sports such as futsal, volleyball, racquetball, or others. But there are also many who just hang out unclear. For example, the entourage of the Zenal. Their hobbies are seductive girls.

"Geez! Pretty, you." Zenal said to the bangs girl who happened to pass by.

"Ah, thanks. You're a handsome man too." The girl looks salting and shy shy kingk0ng.

Krukka...

Ah my goodness! The worms in my stomach are signaling. I held my stomach hungry.

"Laper, huh? Canteen, yuk. I treat." A guy in a futsal uniform approached me who was standing in front of the class with Siti. Apparently, he was watching me.

Almost all of the girls who were circling the field were staring at me.

"Gue to the cafeteria is as good as I am, deh. Ew! Your fanatical fans on seeing cynical into me." Quarahakan chins on the coquettish ciwi-ciwi that seems hot because her idol sneaketh in me. Then I immediately pulled Siti's hand away from Davin, the former head of the sausage who was valued by the students.

You could say, Davin is the superstar of the school. He has a pretty good-looking face, but still loses out to Om Gibran eh? Okay continue. Davin was also a student known to many teachers for his cleverness. Plus he's the son of a rich man. Papa Mama works office, guys. The complete package.

According to Siti, Rani, and Sari, Davin likes me. I really don't know, either. Only so far has he been so attentive. I like walking even though I often refuse, not stingy about money, aka often treat me to snacks, and often play at home too. But strangely I don't feel the same way about him.

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"Great! Only you, Nad, the only student who dares to reject a guy as cool as Davin." Instead of eating, Siti was even cool talking about the Davin.

I didn't mind that quality speech.

"Nad," Siti called.

"Hm." I replied briefly. Because my mouth is still busy chewing Bang Jali's homemade lizard. This food is the best! Five fingers for Bang Jali. One thumb borrow Siti's.

"Lu really don't have a crush on Davin?" tanyanya. I turned the eyeballs off. Nearly a dozen times he asked that.

"Bosen tau, no, you asked me that-it's mulu."

"Yes, endless, lu--"

Siti's words were just floating around when someone called us both names.

"Two crickets coming, huh!" Siti.

I'm turning.

Two sidekicks who seem to be joining us. Rani with Sari. They both look like twins. Both wear glasses with ponytail hair. Tumben is also the Sari follow-up using rich glasses Rani.

"Go, to the cafeteria no rhyme." Sari sat beside me and immediately grabbed the iced tea glass I was siphoning off.

"The dealer is there!" I said I'm gonna take back the iced tea? I looked at the glass, which was only the stone. He leeches what people, well. Cepet very suckling.

Seeing me frown, Sari called Bik Wati. Ordered two bowls of meatballs for him and Rani. Also three cold drinks that he said one to replace my drink that he had spent.

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