Tomboy Girl's

CHAPTER 75

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Septian stared at the tombstone before him, still slightly surprised by the reality he received. Mikayla further tightened her grip on her hand, staring at the Septian still focused on the name on the tombstone.

"Sep, we've been here for 30 minutes and you're just looking at that headstone from there." Mikayla opened her voice, making Septian turn her head, slightly looking down in order to be able to stare into the brown eyeballs of her girl.

Septian sighed, returning to the gravestone beneath him.

"I don't know what to say." Septian said honestly. It felt like to say a single word was very difficult for him to do, it was not like him.

Mikayla looked back at Septian. "We go home, yes." take Mikayla slowly, but it can still be heard by the man.

"Let me have another 10 minutes." bargained Septian who found a brief nod from his girl.

Septian crouched down in follow the girl who faithfully accompanied him. The man placed the sunflower he had been holding, right in front of the tombstone. Then, switch to rubbing the headstone slowly.

Thanks, thank you very much. I don't know what else to say, the point is I'm very grateful to you.

Septian stood up following Mikayla who was tidying up her clothes. The man looked at Mikayla deeply, there was a happy twinkle emanating in his eyes. It felt very happy that the girl was still beside him, but that did not mean that Septian was happy with the departure of the person behind the mound of land below.

Septian could not imagine what his fate would be if Mikayla were behind this mound of earth. Septian did not want to imagine it, he was not ready to lose this girl or maybe Septian would never be ready.

"Let's go home." Septian replied to the girl with a brief nod sign that he agreed.

...Before stepping her legs, Mikayla turned to look at the headstone while holding her chest, trying to feel her heartbeat....

...AHMED MALIK PRAYOGA...

...BIN'S...

...AHMED PRAYOGA...

...BORN :17 August 2000...

...DEATH :27 December 2018...

...🌻...

The son tidied up his bed sheet, as a result of the arrival of his two best friends the room of the Son turned into a broken ship. Kuaci skin scattered on the floor, used tissue scattered and bed linen mattress that is no longer shaped. And what makes him even more upset, the perpetrator even fun to play the play station without inviting him. How outrageous.

Ngerepotin.

"Turn back to the origin of each lo, ngerepotin me only work." expel the Son who was not ignored by Jeon and Alvian, and I'll take care of him, they focus too much on the television that shows the game they play, to the duel until the owner looks at him annoyed.

"Damn it." said the Son was upset.

"Yesss, I won!" yell Alvian splashy. Made Jeon throw the PS stick he used.

"Woy, broken is ntar." reprimanded the Unaccepted Son in reply to the innocent snort of Jeon.

When Putra was about to protest suddenly his phone rang the question there was a call coming in.

"The phone you sing, Put" said Alvian, who took the phone belonging to the Son who happened to be right next to him.

"Who sings?" ask Jeon to deal with Alvian madness.

"Om Earth." answered the innocent Alvian, The son who heard that quickly snatched his cell phone and walked towards the balcony of his room, taking distance from his two companions.

"..."

"Om Really?" ask the Son to make sure that he did not hear wrong.

"..."

"One school with me?" pekik Putra was surprised.

"..."

"I want them both in the weight of the law, Om." said Putra emphasized his words a sign he did not want to be denied.

"..."

"Well, tomorrow I'll be there."

"..."

"Before, thank you very much, Om"

The sentence became the end of their conversation, the Son smiled and turned around to go back into his room.

"Astagah, handsome son." cried Alvian latah in surprise.

"Why are the two of you here?" asked the man pointing at Jeon and Alvian alternately.

"Nguping." they answered simultaneously. Make the Son look at him flat.

"Lo both are not working hard, yes." The son walked towards his room, leaving Jeon and Alvian on the balcony of the room.

"Singles are gini" he continued, making Jeon and Alvian crackle cynically.

"But fortunately you two are not sure." said the Son again trying to corner his best friend.

"Cock, sawan, tooth lo mancung. I'm still sane, yes." Jeon protested, while Alvian just nodded confirming Jeon's words.

"Jude, is the play done?" ask the Son in a soft tone. Making Jeon and Alvian nod their heads simultaneously.

"Then it will settle my room now." commanded the Son with his flat face.

Jeon glanced at his watch at a glance, then looked back at Son.

"Yes, my son, I forgot to pick you up now" Jeon said dramatically. "Gue went back first, yes." continued the man, then ran out of the room leaving the Son and Alvian looking at him in wonder.

"God, son, I also forgot to feed my sister now." Alvian spoke with a contrived expression that made the Son wrinkle his forehead.

"When did you have a sister?" ask the son suspiciously.

"Since then, my mother raised Meta to be her son." answered Alvian plainly, then rushed out of the Son's room, narrating the man with his trademark surprised face.

"Meta, isn't it Alvian's mother's dog?" putra Beo.

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