ATIQA
Chapter 22: The Proximity of the Son (1)

Atiqah's eyes clashed with Ardi's as footsteps just entered the school gate. Ardi who got down from the car then escorted two bodyguards on the right and left. Atiqah threw a smile, trying hard. He showed me that everything was okay. But not with Ardi, his gaze was sharp.

Atiqah went into the school through Ardi who was still still staring at him. Whispers were heard from some of the other students.

"Who is the same?"

"There problem? until it's escorted"

"The rich are free. School with bodyguard. But not exactly. This cuy country school is not international"

"Eh.uh. It was Atiqah's own path. They usually go together"

"Marahan kali. Haha"

"Doain they broke up, so there's a chance for me. Hihihih"

"Huh.basic. So from the beginning pepet tuh Ketos, diem-diem bae"

Atiqah goes to her class. His heart is painful. But he tried to suppress and also behave normally as usual. Lala who was standing in front of the class with both hands folded in front of the chest waiting for the arrival of her best friend.

"La, why are you standing in front of the door? really tumben. You used to do chores again" Atiqah approached Lala, behaving normally but her best friend knew something was wrong. Lala saw an unusual sight. Atiqah went ahead of Ardi, while Ardi walked behind him with two guards.

"Atiqah..you're okay, right?" Lala did not answer Atiqah's question but she did.

"meaning?" Atiqah checked his body, all normal nothing strange.

"Not that but you are the same brother Ardi" Atiqah just threw her gaze in another direction. And the school bell rings.

"Bel La, come on in?! don't stand here. Want to be a class guard?" Atiqah entered the classroom, leaving behind a grumbling Lala.

"There must be something, it's obvious" Lala grunts.

The lesson hours passed quickly. Atiqah and Lala were already sitting in the cafeteria with two servings of chicken noodles in front of them.

"So you don't want to tell me the same story? I'm your best friend Atiqah. Retire yesterday you guys were fine but why are you far away now? marahan again?" Lala continued to search Atiqah with her curiosity about her best friend's relationship with Ardi.

"No more marahan" back to sipping noodles with chopsticks. Atiqah did not want to raise his head. Because Ardi was right sitting not far from him and kept staring. Ardi sat alone, his two loyal bodyguards standing behind.

Again, all the disciples saw Ardi and Atiqah who were not together. Sit far apart.

"Tales of Atiqah. What are you two doing? I could die of curiosity" Lala was upset, Atiqah kept quiet enjoying her chicken noodles. "Atiqah.." Lala's voice was a little loud. His friend immediately put down the chopsticks and drank cold mineral water.

"You know La. Everyone knows, I'm the same Ardi no longer okay. I had to stay away. Her father came to my house. Threatened my family too. We're done" Atiqah got up and left Lala. Ardi who saw the Atiqah like that reflex got up and would chase but his left right shoulder was held back by his bodyguard.

"Atiqah..wait!" Lala's chasing her best friend.

While Ardi clenched both hands, furious. "Deliver!" he said with emphasis. Ardi sat back down, squeezing his hair. He didn't care about all the looks in his direction.

"Atiqah.tungguin" Lala aligns her path with Atiqah on the stairs. "Sorry Atiqah.maafin me. Don't get angry like that" Lala tried to forgive Atiqah but her best friend just hugged her, crying.

"Yes.i understand. Crying, let you be satisfied. Don't pinch it yourself. Not okay. There was me, your best friend" Lala rubbed the back of Atiqah that was shaking from crying.

"I love Ardi. You know, we've only had how many anniversaries. I was initially hesitant but Ardi kept trying and succeeded. It's just now that I'm having a hard time letting go of him. I love Ardi, La. How am I supposed to? his parents do not like me, father and mother also forbid me to make all nerusin. We were forced to stop, we were forced to avoid this relationship. La.. I'm so sad" Atiqah spilled all her fear on Lala, her best friend.

As Atiqah was still hugging Lala and crying, there were sounds of quick footsteps climbing the stairs. Pulling her hand strong and fast then hugging her.

"Arm?!!" said surprised.

"Remember Atiqah! we're not breaking up. I'll do it all so we can be together again. I'm looking for a way out. I love you Atiqah" Ardi's voice echoed on the school steps. Lala hugged Atiqah. His best friend continued to look at Ardi and nodded many times.

They became a free spectacle of the students who happened to be around the hallway of the stairs. Like watching a Korean drama about high school romance.

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"Atiqah, I'm anterin home huh?" said Putra approached Atiqah who had just finished cleaning the class. Today is his picket schedule with his son and one friend.

"No need. I went home on an angkot only" Atiqah grabbed her backpack and walked past Putra.

Brakkk

The son pulled the Atiqah and pushed it against the wall, locking it with a firm grip on both shoulders.

"What are you Son of?!" Atiqah held the breast of the Son who was getting docked and tilted his head ready to kiss him.

"I want to kiss you" the voice of the Son. His face was getting closer, his breath was already able to Atiqah feel.

Duakk

Atiqah banged his forehead against the forehead of the Son. His friend was unsteady and fell down, clutching his throbbing forehead. So too with Atiqah. "Aw.sick" Atiqah rubbed his forehead.

"Fuck you Atiqah!!" The son again restrained Atiqah and forcefully kissed her neck.

"Don't! No!" Atiqah holds the head of the Son.

"I also want to know what your ex-boyfriend is doing" Atiqah rounded her eyes. The son gripped both of his cheeks. "You're shocked? I saw how Ardi enjoyed you in the Osis room. Turns out you're a sloppy chick" Son screeched mockingly.

At that time Putra went back into the school to pick up the items left in the class on the 3rd floor but his eyes caught Atiqah and Ardi into the room Osis. Son ignored, he still went up to the 3rd floor. Then when it comes down again, Putra wants to make sure about Atiqah and Ardi in the Osis room. And the Son saw everything.

Atiqah spit on the Son when his friend was about to kiss his lips. Plakkc...The son slapped Atiqah, the corner of his lips bleeding.

"Sell expensive!!" pulled Atiqah until it fell and his forehead hit the chair.

Atiqah held his head that felt dizzy. His forehead was bruised and there were scratches. The son will again force, with the rest of his strength Atiqah kicking the sensitive area belonging to the Son. His friend complained in pain, and Atiqah got up and ran to reach for her bag which was lying on the floor next to the classroom door.

His breath panted down the stairs. "Bright..." Bruck. Atiqah fell on the last rung of the stairs, her legs sprained. So hurt.

Seeking help but ill-fated, the school is deserted and the school security guard must be in his post. Atiqah tries to stand by holding anything. Walking in limp. His feet hurt, his forehead was throbbing, the corner of his lips was a dried up blood scar.

His defense faltered, his strength weakened depleted. Atiqah sat on the floor in the school lobby. Crying, hugging both of her legs.

"Atiqa?!" Atiqah raised her head, her cries breaking.

Seriate....

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