Bad Boy'S Sweet Love
Bulled Again

When passing through the school corridor there were many strange gazes of friends, such as myself, this famous artist, but they seemed to be shining blindly with astonishment and disgust.

"Hadeh, what else is this? Why are they looking at me like they're just pouncing, "I'm nervous.

This has always been used to it, and it is not rare anymore to happen to me. Everyone seems to hate and not be happy if a girl like me is in school.

"Hey, buddy. Look, the right way dong. Don't daydream. Can hit the wall later," Ani surprised by patting the shoulder.

"Hehe. How to see the road, my steps are always noticed by all students. Lookie! They don't seem to want me here" guess still staring at everyone I've been through.

Ani is the only friend in the class. When no one cares, only he is always good at accompanying a tired day at school. We often go for walks, study groups, even go out together. Our familiarity cannot be separated just like that, when we consider it as our own family. We always share stories both in our daily lives and about our families. The warmth and simplicity make it very comfortable.

"Don't mind them. All envy equals your beauty and cleverness. Don't you feel like all men care more and want to be close to you?"

"Beyond? But, their attitude made me even more difficult: to hate me."

"Not to be concerned about. It means you are the most important person. They just don't want any competition."

"Emm, maybe what you say is true."

"Oh, we better be happy. How about, if after school we stop by the sate stall, near the intersection of the newly opened market? Emm, nyam .. nyam, must be really good there," Ani asked.

"Hmm, how is it! I'm busy at home."

Remember that there's something I have to take care of, Revan.

"Duh, pretty busy right now. Usually also relaxed and a lot of your time for us," Ani began to frown.

Refuse, fear of disappointment. If obeyed, how the patient I have to take care of in accordance with the trust of father. Although he was almost completely healed, but all the needs must still be fulfilled and awake, because he was there only a stranger who was hitchhiking, but he was still alive, which is certainly a lot of needs around the house has not really been memorized and maybe a little hesitant.

"Don't the monyong, why? This time, yes, I refused. There really is work at home, no. Promise later we will settle for a walk if my time is free, how?" persuade him not to be angry anymore.

We're walking towards the classroom. I blocked his steps by jumping suddenly in front of him.

"Hhh, yes dech then. But really promise, yes! Watch out if you deny it, tabok later!" He finally collapsed too.

"Yes .. Yes, I promise!" His keliking finger is linked to mine.

"You're the best friend anyway." Hugging to show our affection.

That's how our familiarity is. Although there are obstacles so that we separate as friends, but not so easily influenced by the words of friends who try to be sneaky. Although sometimes Ani behaves as a girl acting stupid, but the determination as a true friend is not easily broken. Only this pent-up gratitude, when God still gives the happiness of a friend who has always been beside me all this time.

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The clock began to ring the bell. The kids started to run out. Some run to the cafeteria, stay in class, to the library, some even rush to the toilet. Ani was a rich kid, so we rarely ate lunch together, because I always brought my own supplies to save on expenses. The school was always aloof to stare at dishes, which I prepared myself from home.

"Allah, for all Thy sustenance today, O Allah." In a grateful heart.

Phak, suddenly someone rejected the spoon, which contained rice when he wanted to enter the mouth.

"What are you guys doing?" ask about five girls.

Netra glared softly at the girls who had just come. Know them anyway. We were in third class, but we were different. They are dubbed as the favorite gang because royal. The chairman is also beautiful and of course many men in line want to be a girlfriend.

"Here, don't ask too many questions. You know what we mean by arrival. Don't be a fool."

Got bullied again. Hair pulled back. Both left right hands were held firmly by his men.

"I'm sorry, if anything goes wrong. Let go of me first. We can talk about everything. But please tell me first what my mistake is, so that you do this," innocently speak and beg their understanding.

Plaque, roughly cheek slapped. Partially broken hair covers the face. It felt as if the cheeks were getting hot and sore, the effect of him being so powerful as to drop a slap, to supply the masterpiece of that hand.

"No need to be stupid in front of us. You know who I am, don't you? So never disturb our pleasure."

"Really, I don't know what my fault is and why you're doing this" whined sorrow.

They all roared so cheerfully. Like no guilt, and sin after slapping earlier.

"You are indeed******* that needs to be taught a lesson. Tired of seeing your pretentious face most loved by the boys," Pipi gripped strongly.

"Take me off. Don't do this," Begging to be let go.

"Don't expect. So women don't be so silly. This is the result if you are too confident in your beauty," He threw my face to the right.

"What do you mean, I really don't understand?" Shake head.

"Don't pretend to be stupid anymore, you are" another cymbad.

It seemed like the boss was starting to give me a cue, and it made me shiver in horror and get even more frightened. Another friend started to come towards me.

Plaque, slap back. They give a little boost, until the body is helplessly rolled.

Unexpectedly again, suddenly my dear legs are silvery, back, shoulders. They kicked in turns. I could only groan in pain. I closed my mouth tightly, so as not to shout loudly because I could not stand their roughness.

Did I reply? Of course not. Their unnatural treatment only made me weaker as a girl.

"Oh, God. What's wrong with having a pretty face? Why does everyone hate me? Where's wrong?"

"If you knew this, and could be reborn, you would rather change my face so that they would not arbitrarily persecute me again" An increasingly helpless sorrow of heart.

The corner of the eye begins to condense. This is a common thing I get in school, so I may be immune to the pain, but the heart can't lie anymore about the pain.