Tomboy Girl's

CHAPTER 67

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Days have changed to weeks and weeks have changed to months. Septian had not heard from his girl Mikayla for nearly a year.

For almost a year, Septian had never met Mikayla. Even the son of his own best friend now keeps his distance from him.

Putra had returned to Indonesia a few months ago, but the nature of the man successfully gave a big question mark to Septian, Alvian, and Jeon.

The son becomes a closed person at this time, will not speak if the things he says are not important. Really weird.

A man entered a cafe in a little haste, he spread his gaze looking for the figure he would meet today, until his attention was distracted for a moment when he saw someone waving at him. The man was not alone, he was with someone sitting next to him, busy playing a cell phone.

"Long bangat lo." Jeon said as Septian was sitting next to him making Alvian look up slightly at him, then the man placed his phone on the table.

"Where, how'd you get word?" septian asked, he looked at Jeon expectantly.

Jeon and Alvian shook their heads simultaneously, which made Septian exhale slowly, feeling disappointed.

"Sorry, my son won't open his mouth" Jeon said.

"Yes, let's ask him to just shut up. Even he thinks we don't exist." added Alvian justifying Jeon's words, there was a tone of annoyance in every speech.

"Son why the hell?" septian asked began to get frustrated.

"If I see him like he's getting hit?" Jeon began to conclude.

"You mean the son of abis fighting? But his face was okay" asked the plain Alvian who replied Jeon with a toyoran on the man's head. "Not that, you know, I mean it's like that beating my mind."

"Eh, you mean Putra at the restaurant?" Alvian spoke with a surprised expression made Jeon not hesitate to give a blow to the man.

"Seriously little could it be?" Jeon began to get upset himself.

"Gue's right, how the hell are you." reply Alvian did not want to lose."

Septian frowned, not understanding the intent of Jeon's earlier remark.

"What?" ask Jeon and Alvian at the same time.

"What does the Son mean, his mind hit what does it mean?" ask Septian to clarify

"Yes... Maybe, Mikayla..."

"So what you say!" jeon had not yet finished his words, Septian had interrupted, the man had stood pulling the collar of the school uniform that was still in Jeon made the man inevitably also stood up due to the pull of Septian.

Alvian stood up, separating Jeon from Septian, who was now stirred with emotion.

"Lo why the hell, control your emotions." Alvian again sat Septian, aware that they are currently the center of attention of cafe visitors.

Jeon allowed his uniform, then sat back in his original place. Act as if nothing happened.

"Sorry." Septian said as he massaged the base of his nose for a moment, his head was too sick to think of everything.

"So what now?" alvian asked trying to melt the atmosphere.

"Nothing can be done but waiting." Jeon replied, making Septian glance at him.

Septian stood up, taking his motorbike and cell phone keys on the table.

"Where are you going?" ask Alvian.

"Reverse." replied Septian then left without waiting for a reply from his two companions.

Alvian was about to endure Septian's departure but he was prevented by Jeon, the man shook his head at a glance when he saw Alvian wanted to speak.

"He needs time."

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Already want to go to the ending") about how will the ending? Wkwk wait for the next part. Don't forget the traces.