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Almost Anyways

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...03...

“Defani has no shame. Nolan has rejected him, still pursued.”

“Eh, the mysterious cold is interesting. Gua was actually very interested in Nolan, but I realized I was not the same level as him. That's why I'm on.”

Things like this are common. It was as if their food other than rice was a rumor about Nolan. The prima donna of a cold school like a maximum level refrigerator, but always managed to make curious.

Today, Nolan came to school on his new bike. Yes, of course the bike he really bought. Although the price is quite fantastic. Scolded by his papa, it's a back business for Nolan.

He was quite eye-catching as he entered the school gate. In addition to her stunning face, seductive posture, she was born with a silver spoon in someone's mouth; born in a wealthy family. The circulation is the Bourgeoisie who everywhere never regret throwing money because money will not end in their pockets.

His sparse uniform in the position should have been Nolan's trademark. He always wears a black plain shirt as an underwear, then makes his white uniform as an exterior. Not to be left behind the white necclase of Saturn 3D planet bobble, expensive black watches, musculin aroma that never fails to attract the attention of women, elegant plain black leather boots. All that perfected a Nolan Aresta Suwandi.

The roar of the motorbike engine made a group of male disciples turn towards Nolan with a mocking smile. One of the men approached Nolan and patted his right shoulder. “Papa Lo tau Lo buy this?”

Nolan did not care and took off his helmet, then gawked away just like that.

“Lo thinks Lo is cool with that Lo style?”

Don't wanna know. Nolan is really cool with that style.

“Lo even looks like community garbage, you know?”

That sentence stopped Nolan's steps. He was trash in his house, but not for the community. They had to rectify it, because Nolan didn't like it. He is not a criminal who deliberately harms the country. He's just a teenager who wants to find his identity, after his mom left for good.

His mother, Marla Riyanti, died when Nolan sat on the bench of Junior High School. He still remembered the reason his mother left him. The reason that until now, he could not accept. The reason that until now made him hate his father.

After successfully standing in front of this hated disciple, Nolan turned his gaze around while playing his tongue in his mouth. His black mane glistened exposed to the morning sunlight that was still orange.

Then, Nolan looked at the appearance of the person in front of him, then smiled slanted. “Lo is more trash than me. Try to read deh.” ketus Nolan no longer care about the feelings of people are not useful for him. “Lo said the community garbage cave, then Lo what? Trash pant-at?” he continued, then spit next to the truest who said Nolan was the trash of the community.

After saying that, Nolan turned around intending to go and sleep in the classroom. But his intention was nullified because the student named Leonard was pulling his backpack, then attacked him with a punch right on the cheek.

“Lo is useless. Pantes aja papa Lo did not ngakuin Lo as his son?”

Argh...Fuck this one kunyuk? Make his mood lament*.(*Weight: go

Nolan's face that had been carried away by the blow was now back straight looking at the trigger until his mood was now completely destroyed. Leonard was the person he hated the most in this world.

***

Nolan did not go home immediately after returning to get a parent's letter from BP's office.

Nolan kicked Leonard out and didn't care if he was in the school district. Leonard was battered with bruises on his face and arms. Care about? No. gabe. Bodo is very good for Nolan. Leonard started it.

It had been dozens of times that a letter like this had been given to him, but Nolan refused to give it to his father, and ended up in suspension for one to two weeks. And it was like a lucky land for him, because he did not have to be tired of coming to school. He just needs to spend time sleeping, eating and playing games at home. Yeah, that was so much fun.

His appearance confiscated all the eyes that were in the world-famous store. Whispers of admiration for him began to be heard when he stopped to queue in front of the cashier's desk.

Again ask me if Nolan cares?

No. gabe. He still doesn't care about anything he hears around him. His brain was too busy thinking about something else that was more important. His father, the mandraguna sakti card who is soon retired from him, and a man named Caca.

Increasingly annoyed, Nolan chose to take out a phone with a Boba camera and channel bluetooth to play music after raising the headphones on top of his head, which of course adds to his performance this afternoon.

Nolan's height is perfect, and that's what makes many media in the modeling world eyeing it.

“Good afternoon sister, please order what?”

Nolan looked up briefly at the menu list, making sure nothing had changed and he had to bear the embarrassment of having the wrong message.

“Capucinno less sugar 2 cups.”

“There again?” ask the cashier who recorded Nolan's order on a computer screen not too large but looks sophisticated.

“Ngak.”

“Take away?”

“Eumm.” answers briefly while pulling his black card from inside the long wallet with GC logo at the very bottom.

“Total, one hundred and fifty-seven thousand five hundred rupiah, brother.”

Nolan gave a card that then made the cashier turn his eyes. Who does not know this card? Special cards that are only owned by people with above-average income every month.

With trembling hands, the cashier thrust the electronic transaction machine in front of Nolan, then Nolan typed the PIN number and the bill paper automatically came out.

After the transaction was completed, Nolan received a round object that would vibrate when the order was completed. He also received back his magic card, along with the purchase receipt and put it in his wallet.

But a laugh caught his attention. Laughter with a voice that he had heard and was familiar to make him sharpen his dim. The voice caught his interest so shamelessly that Nolan peered towards the door beside the bartender's desk. There, there were indeed some women chatting, and Nolan seemed to recognize one of the few people. But he could not see her face because she was turning her back to where she stood.

Ah, just my feelings.

Nolan put that aside, then walked to a single chair near a wide stretch of glass to enjoy the outside scenery while occasionally checking his phone.

Now, his eyes were fixed on a silhouette passing in front of this tavern.

That night, despite the darkness, Nolan could still see a little clearly the woman's gesture and body shape. The motor, too, the same.

She is Caca—batin Nolan. But just as he was about to jump down and was about to run after the figure, the round object flickered quickly and trembled until it twisted, making Nolan cancel his intention to chase, and walk closer to the retrieval table.

Diana, he asked. “Mbak, is there an employee here named Caca?”

The officer in front of him seemed to think for a moment. Then shake. “No brother.” he replied steadily because he has not memorized all the names of employees here. He is still only two days working and does not know all the employees here, especially if the shift is different.

“Ah, thank you.” said Nolan grabbed two cups of his drink in a special box, then lifted it and out of Moonbuck.

It's just my feeling. Anyway, where I raced that night, it's a long way from here. There's no way that's him. It can't be Caca.

Unbeknownst to Nolan, it was Caca who had just exited the Moonbuck parking area and was about to return home.[]

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