
A pair of eyes looked at him sharply, with reflex he closed his eyes as the hand was about to float towards him. Yet three seconds passed, he did not feel anything touching his body at all.
"Enough! You don't have to be evil gini Res, you don't want Alya who is it? He's your best friend!" Gery looked at the girl sharply and then let go of her rough hands, "Don't forget a thousand good things just because of one bad thing she didn't necessarily do" he said.
Now that things had changed, there was no longer the figure of his old friend, no more tender or worried looks on his face, only a look of hatred and disappointment there.
Alya lowered her head, she did not understand why anyone would want to destroy their friendship, what was in it for them.
"Lo remember him Ger?" ask Resta with clenched hands. "Where's your sweet greeting that says it will always be beside me? Where?!" his yell.
Resta violently pulled Alya's long hair making the girl look up at him while enduring the pain.
"This girl doesn't need to be pitied, no need to believe. Someone who has ruined his best friend's trust is like trash!" resta said with anger.
Gery quickly removed Resta's hand from the hair of the girl who was currently crying out in pain, accidentally making Resta fall because she was too strong to push her hand which was tightly holding onto a strand of Alya's hair.
"Gery! Is your boyfriend really me or Alya?" resta shouted making all pairs of eyes surprised to hear him.
Back a shocking news comes from class XII ipa 3, they did not think that Resta who looks very hate and away from Gery turns out he is his girlfriend. I don't know how many more secrets were kept in their class.
Resta grimaces at the pain in his hand, he accidentally does not stand up right away because he wants to see if Gery will defend him or defend his former best friend.
"Gery answer!" bentak Resta's.
"Gue can't defend someone who's wrong Res, I'm not Alya's friend or friend, but I know he won't be as bad as his best friend's heart."
Resta sculpting, it turns out that he is worthless in the eyes of the man, his heart increasingly feels pain and hatred for the girl in front of him.
Alya sobbed while holding her head that felt pain, now she even felt dizzy and lost consciousness. With a swift Gery holding Alya's body that looks taking care of, without saying much he immediately carried the girl and took her to the uks. Gery forgets Resta who is still sitting on the floor staring at him.
Unexpectedly a hand outstretched before him made him look up at him.
"Look standing up, your girlfriend will not be possible to come back again and nolongin lo," he said with his distinctive hoarse voice.
Resta did not refuse, he immediately accepted the help of the man and then cleaned his dirty uniform.
"Don't you call me?" resta asked puzzledly, as this was the first time they had spoken to each other.
The man smiled and replied, "Because you are someone I admire and I don't think I deserve to talk like you."
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Alya stared at the same street as the previous days, stuck. But there is one thing different today, his heart that has absolutely no intention of living the next days.
The girl did not board the bus that led to her house because of her plans today she wanted to visit her mother's house. Hopefully this time Nirmala will no longer refuse the presence of the princess she does not want.
The bus stopped near a grey painted house that was very familiar to him. Alya got off then walked into the courtyard of the house after she finished paying the fare.
"Do you want to open this door for me?" alya asked at the wooden door in front of her.
"Would you like to come here?" tanyanya is not friendly.
"Alya misses mom" Alya replied.
The girl bit her lower lip, this was their first conversation after a year had passed with rejection, her mother finally willing to talk to her even in a cold tone.
"You remember me? It's not that you're happy to have a new mom and your asshole dad must have been so pampering you as much as back then" he said with a single breath.
Alya shook her head softly, "No ma'am, I can never love a new person, I always hope mom comes back home and hugs me."
In vain she held back her cries as she finally let out all the sadness before her mother.
"Omong empty!"
Alya turned her body looking at a girl of her age walking towards her with clenched hands.
"He was very happy with the actress, while the mother suffered here alone" he said excitedly.
"Don't keep making me and my birth mother far away Mel!" sentak Alya's. She wiped her tears rough and looked at him sharply, "Lo's just a pickle-boy"
"ALIAH! SHE'S YOUR TWIN SISTER!
Alya was speechless staring in disbelief at what she heard, whereas Melya was staring at Alya cynically.
"What's? Can't believe we're twins?" ask Melya.
There was no word from the girl, right now she was quite silent and listening.
"Lo want to hear the tragic story of a child who was thrown into a home? The boy had a father, a mother, and a twin sister. Unfortunately she was not thought to exist and it was as if her twin sister was an only child."
Alya shed her tears, all this time her life was completely filled with lies.
"One time when she was growing up as a teenager, the mother came to pick her up and later admitted that she was an adopted child who was left dead by both parents" Melya continued.
There is a tightness in his heart when telling his own story, but anyway his story still has to be told to the end because there is no way he continues to hide this annoying fact.
"Yes Al, I'm your brother, we're twins and I hate reality"
"Gue love you so much!"
Melya was pecking when suddenly Alya hugged her. He did not retaliate, nor did he refuse, he allowed the girl to do as she pleased.
"Gue is happy with the fact that you are really my brother, I am happy to know this truth when my life has been counting time," said Alya, crying and hugging him tightly.
"What do you mean"
"Izinin I make a hug you last time Mel, permission I hug mother, I promise I will not disturb your life again," said Alya rasak. "Hopefully with my departure, you are a happy family" he continued.