Love hindered friendship
Juvenile delinquency

A few years later.

The sparkle of sunlight this morning also began the footsteps of children in gray white uniforms, since the school gate was opened the students and students began to enter the school area. Before the lesson begins, the students and students are scattered in various places in the High School with their respective activities.

Some were gathered in the canteen, some were in front of the class, some were in the class, there was in the library, there was in the park and some were playing basketball in the field of basketball.

While from the parking lot there were two people riding a big motorcycle, they just arrived at school, the passenger immediately got off the motorbike with confusion because he was on the road he was invited to speed by the biker.

"Woy! Turn the helmet back" the driver screeched as the passenger was about to walk away with overstretched footsteps.

The passenger who was a male student turned back and returned to the driver, he then gave the helmet he had been wearing, the male student's face looked very tense and frightened, his breath sounded not bad.

"Want to go back to school with you again?" ask the driver who has not removed his helmet.

At first glance the driver looks cool with his appearance wearing gray pants that match the color of the jacket he wears what else he rides a big motorcycle that makes his appearance even cooler just his posture thin and have a height that is not too high.

"No! I still love my life, I go home alone" rejected a male student named Mario. The motorist laughed immediately.

"Hahaha.your father! Just brought speeding that much already kapok"

"Bodo very! Instead of my life drifting because of earlier you almost want to hit a car tronton better later I go home with Jidan aja, he is more normal than you" Mario then leave.

"It's just an experiment, this new bike, just bought with the father" the driver chanted for Mario to hear his words.

But the male student continued to walk away without caring about it anymore, now the driver remained. Without him noticing many pairs of eyes that look in awe at the figure of the driver, especially the students because the thin and rather short figure looks cool with the motorcycle gedenya.

"Wow! Who tuh! Cool, is he a new kid?" ask one of the students who noticed the moge driver who was first seen when he was an old student who used to come to school with his father. But, because now he already has a new bike so he goes to school using his bike.

The moge driver began to open his helmet and immediately his long and straight hair was immediately scattered and preoccupied by the breeze, all stunned in shock, they thought the driver was a man but it turned out that he was a woman.

All the students who gathered to see the driver immediately disbanded in disappointment after seeing and recognizing the motorcyclist's face. But the driver was looking indifferent, he kept walking towards his class but his steps stopped when a BP teacher called his name.

"Shabiraaa! Stop you!" bp teacher screeches pierced the hearing of the teenage girl until she covered both ears.

The BP teacher then approached Shabira, stared at from the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair, the BP teacher immediately shook his head while clucking. He then pointed his ruler's bow towards the gray pants Shabira was wearing.

"Ck.. ck.. ck... Are you a girl or a boy?" ask BP teacher.

Shabira answered while bowing her head, "Woman sir"

"Then why are these pants still on? School rules require girls to wear skirts instead of pants" the BP teacher looks upset at Shabira because not this time he went to school wearing pants for a boy's uniform.

"Ribet sir! I come to school with a motor moge, can't wear a skirt"

"Why don't you ask to be taken to school by your father or mother, or if you don't take a public vehicle to his school" advised the BP teacher.

"Can't sir, my dad goes to work, mom nganterin my sister go to school, if use public transportation, malls ah! because he likes ngetem very long later I could have bad luck coming to school"

"You're looking for excuses, your friends also come to school using public transportation, but they don't have bad luck"

"ah! My father was males wearing a skirt" said Shabira while a manyun.

"Then call your father or your mother to school"

"Why are you sir?"

"You've been commemorated many times just begging no recompense. So call your mother or father to school" said the BP teacher, giving a warning letter to Shabira.

"Well! Sir, don't do it later I can be scolded by mother" Shabira protested.

"That's your story" said BP's teacher as he walked away.

Shabira gawked in shock as her BP teacher said so, before long she growled in annoyance.

"iiihh! Is that your teacher?"

In library.

From the corner table where the students read, there was a boy who was sitting on a table with one cheek attached to the top of his handstool. The male student was seen closing his eyes until he did not realize there were many pairs of eyes that were deliberately staring at the handsome face. Until the bell sign entered the class began to ring

Teng...

The male student just opened his eyes, he stretched his body and began to stare around, many students were looking at him while smiling in awe.

"What are you doing here?" asked the male student who was none other than Jidan.

Everyone looked nervous as Jidan asked them, they all immediately picked up the book on the desk and pretended to read the book.

"We're reading dong's book" replied one student.

"A reverse book can be read?" ask Jidan who began to realize that they were all just mode when he knew they were like it just wanted to see it.

Jidan then went to class because it was time to go to class, after Jidan left then the students followed him to return to their respective classes. The handsome student kept his feet up.

When his feet were about to enter the classroom, he suddenly stopped his steps because his classmates were venturing to express love to Jidan. He was shocked when he was on the doorstep of the class because suddenly showered by paper cut.

"Jidan, I love you" said Nafisa with a smile framed on her sweet face.

"Jidan, would you like to be my girlfriend? If you receive it then take this red rose if you refuse then take this white rose" Nafisa continued while thrusting two flowers in her right and left hand.

Jidan scratched his head that did not itch, this is not the first time he was shot by a girl, last week he was shot by a girl just that he refused because he and Shabira always held the same principle. They will not be dating because it is not justified in their religion.

If they have graduated from school and they start to like the opposite sex then they will immediately get married without having to date first. When Jidan was still engrossed in his own thoughts, Shabira suddenly came. He was forced to stop his steps because it was blocked by Jidan who was still standing on the doorstep.

"What's this?" whispered Shabira while patting Jidan on the shoulder. Jidan turned to Shabira.

He did not answer Shabira's question, he pulled Shabira's arm and held her.

"Sorry Nafisa, I can't accept you because I already have a boyfriend, this is my girlfriend, Shabira" Jidan said with a smile. Their friends actually no one knows that Jidan and Shabira are brothers and live in one house so people will believe that Shabira is Jidan's girlfriend despite the fact that it's a lie.

Shabira's netra instantly rounded perfectly in shock but in the end she drew the line of curvature at the corner of her lips on Nafisa while saying inwardly.

"ah! Jidan, habit deh soin I crashed for nolak girls, aar if anyone hit me how?"

Hearing the confession from Jidan made Nafisa so disappointed and very embarrassed because she was rejected by Jidan, what else Nafisa shot him in front of the class which of course was witnessed by all her friends.

So shy Nafisa, the girl immediately ran out of class and went somewhere. Shortly after the teacher arrived, all the children immediately sat in their respective places including Jidan and Shabira, the lesson began.

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After school, Jidan and Shabira go to their friend's house, while Jani is folding clothes while accompanying Eril to play.

"Eril, you play by yourself first yes, mother wants to wear your brothers and your father to the room" said Jani while carrying a basket containing clothes.

"Yes mother" answered Eril without seeing Jani because she was engrossed in her toys.

In Shabira's room, Jani keeps the clothes neatly covered, accidentally netraanya sees a letter with a stamp from her school, she is curious then take the letter and read it.

His eyes began to surf every sentence written on the piece of paper, immediately Jani's face became red after reading the letter.

"Shabira, what other trouble did he make to get this parent's summons, that kid really is, yeah, last week I was called to school because Shabira made people's children so cute, now I am called again. Shabiraaa!" furious Jani was annoyed while clenching both of his hands.

Jani then returned to the place where Eril played, not long ago he sat on the couch suddenly heard the bell of the house sound.

Ting. keg...

Jani immediately opened the door of his house, saw a mother standing in front of his door.

"Whose mother is she? And what's the need to come here?" jane asked confused.

"I'm Nafisa's mother, your son must take responsibility for my son" said Nafisa's mother.

"Which son? And what does responsibility mean?" the confused face was clearly drawn on Jani's face.

"Who else if not Jidan, he's making my son cry continuously, even he doesn't want to go out of his room"

"What did Jidan do to Nafisa?"

"I also don't know because every time Nafisa was asked she was always crying, now she keeps confining herself in the room, she said, he said he did not want to go out of the room and did not want to meet people because he felt ashamed of Jidan's actions on Nafisa" said Nafisa's mother with a sniff.

"Ma... shame, shame why? What has my child done to my mother's child?" Jani a little flutter, his mind that still does not understand by sitting the problem, immediately ventured into the things that are not-nothing.

"You should understand that even if I don't explain, my son is deeply ashamed of your son's actions, so I ask that your son be held accountable" Nafisa's mother's ceroscos upset.

Jani's feelings began to feel bad and he began to think no-no about his son who is now a teenager, considering the association of children today is more troubling than in the past.

Not yet to feel shock because of the arrival of the mother had suddenly come again some mothers who complained about Jidan, Jidan, because of the good looks of the boy's daughter, many mothers are heartbroken to make the mothers were made to bother by the daughter who was again heartbroken.

They all scramble to complain their respective problems to Jani to make Jani's head want to explode because of the problems caused by his handsome son. Not yet solved one problem, now another problem comes again.

This time there was a mother who brought her son who looked battered, she complained about her son who fought with Shabira until he was battered, the mother wanted to hold Shabira accountable, At that instant Jani's chest suddenly tightened and his head felt dizzy. How could his two teenage children create such an unrelenting mess.

Jani who could not stand it anymore felt like running away from all this, fortunately Atar who just came home from work directly helped Jani handle the mothers.

"What is this bun, ko rame?" ask Atar to his wife.

"ah! I happen to come home, try to handle these mothers, mother will go find Jidan and Shabira first, let them solve their own problems. Mommy has been dizzy to face their problems" said Jani then melengos away.

"Well!" Atar confusion, he who just came home from work was immediately faced with this problem.

Then he looked at the faces of the mothers who were waiting for accountability for the actions of their two children, the mothers looked at Atar with a sharp and ferocious gaze like a lion about to pounce on its prey, guts Atar suddenly shriveled to see them all. He then raised a smile while scratching his non-itchy head.

Seriate.