
"Where's Hana?"
The question Dion first asked after seeing Margaret.
Margaret shook her head, "I don't think we're going in anymore" she replied.
"Blog!" detestation Dion.
"Morning is cussing!" yelled Helmi from back there, then flicked her finger at Dion's ear.
The three of them who had just arrived were sitting on the bench next to Margaret. At the same time they crossed their hands in front of their chest. Their introgated gazes pointed at Dion who was still standing.
"Main go away!" Julian.
"I'm defending the disgust of the girls" said Juan.
"Look at my message, right?" timpal Helmi's.
'They must have been talking about the race last night, ' Margaret looked at the boys in turn.
So emotionally, he forgot his friends. The expression on his face that was like wanting to swallow a human alive, had now changed. He scratched his hair that was not itchy, while grinning.
"Yes sorry guys." said Dion lightly.
"Now obviously, what's up?" helmi.
Dion took his place next to Margaret. Then he took a deep breath before starting his explanation.
"Gue ngawasin Alfan," said Dion.
"Aalfan?" sahut Margaret.
"Yes, I suspect him. And it turns out I'm a real guess," continued Dion.
He lowered his head and massaged the base of his nose. He can't continue his story. His anger began to overwhelm him.
"Fu!" objurgation.
"Gue can't continue the story, I just want to destroy her eggs!" dion said with annoyance.
"Eggs? don't-don't..." Julian looked at Helmi.
"Maybe that's not true. If it's real, I'll cut it eggplant's got him!" cetus Dion's.
"Wait.." with his confused face Margaret turned to the side of the four friends.
"I don't know what you're talking about" he said innocently.
"aubergines? eggs?" Margaret scratched her head in confusion.
The four men stared at each other. Dion didn't want to mention the point. Remembering Alfan's words alone had already made his head want to explode. Especially having to repeat what he has heard.
"Egg it~ humph~"
"Don't you stain this innocent ear of Margaret!" he exclaimed, then pulled Margaret away.
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Margaret was worried because there was no news from Hannah. His phone is also inactive. Finally, he decided to come to his house.
ting tong~
He started to press the doorbell. The house remains the same as before. Slender. Since High School Hana has lived alone. Her mother, who remarried to a foreigner, chose to join her husband.
While Hana prefers to stay because she is the type of person who is difficult to adjust in a new place.
"Is he not home?" mummified Margareth.
Again he pressed his bell. Finally, the sound of unlocking was heard.
"Han, it's me, Rere" said Margaret.
Margaret frowned as Hana only opened her door slightly to make a gap. Only his eyes are visible.
"You're okay, right?" ask Margaret.
Not answering, Hana closed the door again.
"Hana!" margareth shouted while pushing the door before Hana locked it.
brak!
The door opened, and Hana fell down. With a quick response Margaret helped him stand up. However, the sightings he saw made him round his eyes.
Next to Hana's cheeks swelled bluish. The corner of his lips was also injured. Both of his wrists also impregnated the grip until it turned blue.
"What's wrong with you, Han?" margareth began to panic.
Not answering, Hana just looked down to hide her tears. Unable to do anything about it, Margaret could only hug him for now.
Margaret took off her embrace, then closed the door and locked it. Then lead Hannah in and sit down.
He left her for a while to get some water. Unfortunately, Hana's water supply is only one glass. That might just be enough for now.
"Drink first" Margaret thrust the glass of water at Hana.
Slowly Hana began to tell what had happened to her. He is forced to serve Alfan's pleasure by threatening to send his unused photos on the campus platform.
She also had no idea where Alfan had gotten the indecent photo from. He finally complied.
"He's been tainting you?" margareth murmured in the midst of his cries.
Hana shook her head, "This is proof of my refusal. He beat me up for refusing to be touched" Hana said, pointing at the wound on her face.
"She's totally daggers*n!" asparagus Margareth.