Yeah'Aburnee
Section 11. I'm a liar
Sheila breathed a heavy sigh, she stared at the pale face of Gara who was still asleep on the bed of UKS, although sometimes the man made her annoyed, somehow seeing it like this time seemed boring, it seemed boring, or maybe worry? And some facts about Gara that he had previously known honestly made his heart a little filled, but Sheila was confused as to what to behave with him.
“Am I too rough with you?”
“Ah no, you are the only one who baperan.” The girl spoke to herself.
“I should not care if you faint or die in the sun, yes but because I still have a conscience, and be kind, if you wake up later you have to return the favor.”
Silence, the girl was silent, free to talk at length with an unconscious person, it was like talking to a wall, and Sheila was even more stupid to do so.
His irises then fell on Gara's injured elbow, he circulated his gaze, looking for the P3K box he finally found on one of the shelves, bringing it near Gara, he said, once again he looked at her after goal while rubbing alcohol in the man's elbow.
“What all I say lies, do not believe my words, do not enter the heart, just do not be considered let alone baper, consider it all lies okay?” the balance again with his busy hands sticking plaster in Gara's elbows.
“You like me?”
“Hah?!” the girl was surprised instead of playing even almost toppled back when Gara suddenly woke up with his frontal question, damn it! Has that man ever heard his words?
"You've been talking about me?!" the man just nodded innocently.
Upset, not only was his heart shocked when the man suddenly woke up, his question even made his body go limp as if numb, plus his cheeks were now heating up tremendously.
There was a pause some time after the frontal question the man was voiced, Sheila fluttered, blinked her eyes a few times, then returned the gaze of Gara who now changed his position to sit.
“Gak!” Answer stuttering.
“Hayooo...You lied.” Because of the horses, making the girl in front of him nervous.
“I'm not lying!” Elak Syeila, throwing his face away.
“Means really like me dong.”
“Mana may ak-“
“So you said everything you said was a lie, so if you answered ‘Gak’ means ‘Iya’ and you also said ‘I didn't lie’ means you lied said Not that means yes.”
The girl was silent, she was confused, her mouth somehow felt confused to deny the man's words which when he could not understand, her brain had arranged a word to refute the narrative of Gara, Gara said, but when his gaze collided with the man, his feelings were mixed, whether it was upset or nervous, which surely Sheila wanted to disappear from that place right now.
“Whatever, I don't care!” The base then hurriedly left Gara who was still a crybaby, embarrassing.
Because he sighed and then exhaled slowly, his gaze looked at the plaster attached to his next, he chuckled amusedly while looking at the exit before Sheila disappeared earlier there, “Basic liar.” Mumbled.
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The man in black sat his body tired in his office, leaving his tie all day was suffocating him, but what's more, his work that always demands authority as a director of a large company, he said, demanding it is always consistent as a leader that the company depends on, others think he has a fulfilling life with everything he has, he said, without people knowing he is saving a million invisible burdens, whether it is about what he does or happiness that has long been lost, and Tito has long been aware of it.
His gaze then fell on a figura containing a photo of a beautiful woman who was smiling towards the camera there, yes, she is his wife.
His smile came out, as if the photo was really alive, if it were real, maybe the man wouldn't feel this good.
"I miss you Tia." the bitter speech sounded like a whisper, too heavy, as if something was holding her voice down the throat.
He blinked when he felt his eyes began to heat up, not allowing the wall to collapse again, because in addition to himself who was injured, in addition to himself who lost, in addition to himself who felt empty, did not let the wall fall down again, there are other people who may lose their world.
His sturdy hand then grabbed a flat object that was held not far from his view, turned on the object, then dialed a number that was listed with the nickname 'Female'.
There was a sound 'tut' which means the call was ringing on the owner's phone across the street.
until finally, a male bass voice across there picked up his phone, making the man sigh in relief.
"..."
"You all right there?"
"..."
"Papa's sorry, papa is always busy, but all this for your sake." the man scrunched up his forehead, there was regret there which somehow he had to replace the regret.
"..."
"Sorry papa."
"..."
"..."
"Once again, I'm sorry, papa."
"..."
The man was stunned, the last words of the figure across there made his heart throb, whether it should be in any way else he explained what became his burden long ago, but the man understood very well what he felt, he said, it's just about the time until when he can accept everything, the world has changed, including the people in it.
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"Casual a little napa Ga." said Rio staring at Gara who was eating soto in front of him like an evil person with his mouth full still crammed anyway, making his cheeks more bloated, making his cheeks more bloated, Rio was sure that if the girls who saw him they would feel good about Gara and turn to adore him, Rio was too hopeful.
"Why can't you have breakfast? pretentious being an astral being doesn't have to eat." cynical Rio.
Gara looked up at Rio, "Kok lo bringhel anyway? I told you I woke up bad luck!" emotions because he felt the moment of eating continues to be disturbed by the ravings of his best friend since then.
"Yes why you can wake up late, usually you tuh molor, nempel dikit molor, for example Ga cave house, dateng-dateng numpang molor."
"So I can't sleep."
"Where?"
"That's my name ****!" Because of the head of Rio.
"I also know ****!" Rio retorted to the head of Gara.
"Keep what?"
Rio clucked inexhaustibly, it turned out that Gara could be more stupid than him.
"How come it's because you can't sleep?" obviously Rio was holding back emotions.
"Owh that's." Because chuckles just understand, "My demons..gue right?" Because I asked back.
"Why am I?" annoyed Rio.
"Syeila likes me not si?" because the question immediately made all the attention of Rio directed to him, the article was just this time because it discussed the dislike of a woman to him, usually because Gara would not care, because he would not care, even approached by a girl just because she said she was allergic, she said the girl was noisy, noisy, and complicated.
"Lo himself likes Syeila no?" rio's question made the man's forehead wrinkle deeply, seeming to think hard just to answer Rio's key question between 'Yes' or 'No', but Gara was confused as to what to answer.
"Don't know.." replied Gara finally, making Rio squint his eyes panted.
"Based on the kasmaran!" cursedly
"Who?" ask Gara with his innocent look.
"Kudanil tuh!" Because he chuckled for a while, then again eating his soto ignoring the gaze of Rio who just wanted to bite him, because he was insensitive.
"Lo never fell in love, did Ga?" Rio asked suddenly.
"Gue?" Gara bit her lips looking thoughtful, then looked at Rio, "Get up."
"Seriously? who was the first girl you fell in love with?" Rio was enthusiastic, bringing his body closer to Gara.
"It certainly isn't you."
"And I'm Ga's guy, I didn't expect you to take the cave as seriously as this." Rio sighing.
"the first girl I fell in love with.gue didn't know her name." said Gara later.
Rio gawked, "So how does the story go you fell in love with a girl but don't know it's a girl?"
"That goal is the same as my love story?"
"I want to have a girlfriend, it's easy, it's quiet, it's relaxing." Because of his hair back, which he did not realize made the girls who had been sitting since watching him scream stuck, since when were they there? gara murmured in his heart, which in that second also made his appetite billow in the air, no longer tasteful to his half-living soto.
"Reverse yuk!" invite him who is without an answer from Rio, Gara pulled him forcibly left the canteen.
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