Married Without Love
ONGOING ANDRA AND REA LET THE STORY BEGIN

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Chapter 1, Rea The Pant Boy

Andrea Kirana, or she is familiarly called Rea. The girl in the gray-white uniform, stepped past the other child while bowing her face. After parking his bike between rows of motorcycles used by other students.

Without daring to raise his face, Rea passed from there. Ignoring the whispers of the students he passed by. "That's it, the orphanage boy riding a butut bike," a few whispers were heard by Rea. The girl tried to ignore all the plagues. But in fact, his heart said something else. His face was hot. With eyes that begin to glaze over.

Rea walked quickly from there. No matter what students he hit. Neither did apologizing. The girl continued to run, climbing the stairs at the corner of the school. Then take his breath in. As tears completely spilled from his eyes.

"It's wrong that I'm a parlor boy? Is it wrong that I'm an orphan? It would be wrong to just ride a bicycle while going to school. Is that wrong?!" rea shouted loudly, spilling all the resentment in his heart. The place he was standing was the quietest place in the school. No one would have gone there if it wasn't for the school guard to clean up.

Rea lives in an orphanage close to her school. The girl can get in there through the path of achievement. Because Rea's brain is smart. But the problem is, Rea's school is an elite school, a school with the majority of students coming from the class of people are. Until Rea was often the victim of ridicule and even lead to bullying. Verbal insinuations that Rea often receives about his appearance that I'm cute and old school. About him who always rides a butut bike. About him being just an orphanage kid.

Rea asked to change schools. But the mother of the parlour always said in Rea's place, the school that can realize the ideals of the girl. Other places could be but the prospects at Rea's school are brighter.

Actually, the one who bullied Rea was only one student but the other students didn't know. Until the student is free to bully Rea. No one reported it to the school. Because all are indifferent to the situation of Rea.

"Hi..kid of the parlor," that sentence was very simple. But for Rea, it was enough to erode the confidence he had. Or "your butut bike misparked," the student slurped again. Rea wanted to retaliate but what could he do. Replying to the student, Rea thought it was not the best way to avenge a bullying. In the end, Rea just kept quiet, devouring all the insinuations and ridicule that came at her. Satisfied with the ridicule of the student, replace the trauma that Rea felt. The girl was reluctant to meet the student. His body was instantly cold hot, just by hearing the voice of that student.

"Are you really here?" a black schoolgirl appeared to be near the door of the barn. Nana, one name that's always been there for Rea. Always accompany Rea. Looking at Nana, Rea quickly wiped away the tear marks stuck to her cheek.

"Clara again?" ask Nana. Without waiting for Rea to answer, Nana clenched her hand. The tall stature makes Nana's posture like a man. In contrast to Rea which clearly visible side of the phenymimnya.

"Just report to Mr. Budi.biar enter BK," furious Nana. He astonished Rea, feeling at home in the bulls from the beginning of the entrance until now, they almost graduated.

"Don't Na, hang out again. I don't need to see her again, please don't act weird, please" Rea. Seeing that, Nana could only take a breath, "you're too good to be a person," Nana grumbled.

"Yes, I'll be a ghost then" joked Rea began to forget about the brief bulian earlier.

"Children's home.kids home..kampung.anak kampung," the song was echoed by Clara. The student who became the one and the only, Rea haters at that school. Unfortunately, they are a class. As of now, Clara's murmur actually broke Rea's concentration in listening to Bu Mia's explanation, their cost accounting guru. Until the chattering of Bu Mia who has been ngalor ngidul back again that is not how much dropped by his brain. Usually, he is like a sponge that meets water. Absorbed it by water.

"Clara's not really working, anyway," Nana said. Miss Mia is out of Rea's class. It makes a little noise. Like a chicken that escaped from the supervision of his mother, ngoceh here and there is no shame. "Let's ajalah. If served to make tension rise," replied Rea trying to calm down. The sweet girl is sometimes affected by the plunge of the Clara. But he is self-conscious about his circumstances. The girl always remembered the message of Ma'am Later, "don't make trouble." The message seemed to have been well-documented in his brain.

"Eh gentlemen, you know that today there is a special gift for Rea, the orphanage child," cried Clara loudly. Just one more subject and they'll be home.

"What do you mean?" salak Nana garang's. Rea directly massaged his temple. He had been trying to arrest Nana. "Some, you'll see. A special gift for Rea, the orphanage boy.

Nana cursed Clara as soon as she was in the parking lot. Turns out they're packing Rea's bicycle tires. Eh wrong is not just tempered, because the time pumped the same school guard, immediately deflated again. "This is not Neng's campaign, but the tires must be leaking," the school guard continued.

Rea and Nana could only look at each other, then pass from there. "You go home first. I'm okay" said Rea. Simultaneously Clara cs troupe passing with their respective motor. "Where? Do you like our gifts? Butut bikes are so level between our expensive motorcycles" Clara said.

"Enough Clara! You're outrageous this time!" Nana's emotions surged up. The girl has advanced to challenge Clara, if only the screams of Mr. Budi disperse the action of Clara. The sharp gaze of Mr. Budi instantly made Clara and the others flee from the place.

"Luckily this morning I was wearing a sunblock, so it's okay hot-heat like gini, no problem," said Nana, who accompanied Rea to "guide" her bike. Armed with a hundred thousand fractions from Mr. Budi, Rea and Nana went around looking for a patchwork of bicycle tires. Nana spurs her Genio at snail speed, to keep pace with Rea.

"You go home. Later sought after with Mbahmu," said Rea was not happy with Nana. Accompanying him circled around looking for a workshop that would fix his bike.

"I've called Mbah Putri, saying back home in the afternoon there is an exkul," replied Nana lightly. Actually Rea knew, Nana wouldn't leave her alone even if she told her to."Whatever then. Hunger don't complain, I'm just a orphanage child who has nothing," Rea replied with a cheerful face.

Even after, Rea immediately lowered her face. Resisting the rate of tears that began to run down the river in his eyes. Remind her to stop her crying. He's actually wrong. Because as soon as she looked down, Rea instead saw her worn-out warrior shoes. The shoes he got when someone donated used items to his orphanage.

"Well, I am Rea the orphanage boy. It is impossible to wear Nike or Adidas or Fila class brands like other students wear. Rea's tears are flowing. The pain and pain he felt in his heart. Why life seems unfair to him. That question always comes to his head.

Chapter 2 goes straight to the stall...

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