My boyfriend Mata Duitan
To School

On his way, Raksa thought.

"Nearly yeah?" muttered.

But a second later, he rejected his thoughts.

"Not do it?! most of all, get into class, except Kalin maybe. Kids love grusa-grusu!"

"Grusa-grusu?" mumbling again.

Raksa who initially wanted to nganterin Nova finally broke his intention. She went to school where her sister and fiance were, yes rather than being curious she thought. Along the way, he was worried about something.

"What's up. My mother?!!" asked a security guard who was anxious there was a mas-mas who paced back and forth in front of the school gate.

"There's nothing, sir!" Raksha with a polite smile.

'Jeez Raksa, why did you come here? I didn't really stay long!'

A moment later, the mercury brought his face closer to the school gate, "Sir, want his name. Do you know kalin? class XII's son is testing!"

"Yes, why?

"He hasn't been in school yet, sir?" Raksa is polite.

"I don't know?! no, look, maybe!" said the security guard, jutek. Impressed not to care.

Raksa who was horrified by the response of the security guard who judges, suddenly dongkol.

"Huufhh," the man blew air from his mouth, annoyed.

But suddenly from behind his back stood a man, "Who's it, Mas?" nanya the security guard. If this is a bit friendly. In his hand was a stack of papers, maybe he was out of photocopyan.

"Who's mom is it?" ask the security guard again.

"Oh, um. I want to know if Kalin has left or not. He is often late!" said Raksa.

"Oh, Miss Kalin?" mangosteen security guard.

"Here you go, already gone. He came the earliest, had a look earlier." he continued,

"Are these people really Kalin?" the man saw the appearance of Raksa from head to toe.

"I-i-"

"His exactly?" serobot the security guard.

"Morang? uh, mamang, huh? I mean his brother," the security guard immediately understood his words before Raksa's eyeballs bulged.

"That's it, huh?"

"Ehm, is there anything else you can help with, Mom?" ask the man who wriggles the gate once in a while..

"This is the test until what time sir?"

"Until what time? maybe 12 o'clock, Mas." replied the man.

"Oh yes already. Thank you for the info," Raksa also looked down politely before darting on his motorcycle that needs to be serviced later this month.

On his way, Raksa was a little relieved, but also confused.

"But why do I have to be so mastiin tuh boy has left or not? want to go or is it none of her business, huh? why should I even bother doing it in school?!! not really starting my mind" he murmured.

Not long ago, Raksa finally arrived at his office. Not late;at, even though the jatohnya mefet ya datengnya.

"Ehm," Rahmi cleared her throat. She slid her hair behind her ears.

The force did not budge, he took a breath and took it out slowly until finally the elevator door opened. But one of the two of them did not come out.

"Udah arrived," said the man who stood leisurely.

"Huh?"

Force the door button, "Lo's going to this floor, right?"

"Oh yes! aye, thanks..." Rahmi's out and she's out. At first glance he squirms the right hand of Raksa who wears a ring.

The grepp!

The elevator door closed and Rahmi's eyes once again focused on Raksa's ring finger which was then sifted to zoom in her eyes a second before the elevator door was actually closed tightly and brought the former far up to the top floor again.

"Is Raksa really engaged? but who's the same?"

"She never wore a ring, and now the finger is already filling. Does that mean what Farid's talking about is real?" murmured Rahmi, as her heart felt torn.

With a spiritless step, Rahmi also walked towards her work desk which was only limited by a partition with friends on the right and left.

He sat down and said, "But who is the same? is that how soon he gets my replacement? or maybe she's been having relationships with other girls while dating me. So when we broke up, she--"

"Not! Raksa's not that guy!" Rahmi held her head with both hands.

"Mortgage is a loyal guy, and I'm sure of it!" the woman leaned her back on the chair.

"But really, I did not think that he could really move on her. and not mess around, he was directly engaged.."rahmi muttered to himself. he stopped when several people began to crowded into the room and sat at his desk each.

The impetus kepo finally mastered Rahmi, he opened the mercury instagram that had been unfollowed by him.but beruintung IG man was not in private, he was not in private, so even though not friends rahmi can still see what is in the post Raksa.

In addition to the photos of the scenery, there are no other photos anymore.at best, the photo of Raksa who again squirms the sunrise was only from the back, so absolutely not madep camera.

Boro-boro photos of girls, photos of cats or cows are also absent. Posted all abiut nature and tours ever visited the man.

"In addition to our changing relationships, your IG look is changing too!" murmured Rahmi who realized that Raksa had deleted the photos featuring the handsome face of the man. Even the wefie photos between her, Tania and Farid disappeared. As soon as Raksa removes the trace of Rahmi in his heart.

Feeling that nothing was recorded, Rahmi also closed his social media and switched to his own computer.

While the new Raksa sat down, wriggling the new food box again with a different color again.

Raksa tapped his finger at the table, "Who the hell sent me food every morning. Maybe Rahmi sent this too? what the hell? aren't we done? so what's the point is he's doing this?" Raksa made dizzy with one food box that comes with a different menu every day.

The man's hand grabbed the note and wrote something.

Please, stop sending me breakfast***.

He put it in a food box that he never ate. Raksa hoped the sender would stop because he started to get distracted.

Raksa began with his activities, he tried to focus even though his mind was floating on someone, "Haisshhh, stop thinking about the leak, Raksaaa?!"

"No, I'm adding work!" Farid who was suddenly nongol and gave a stack of files.

"You're on a scorched earth what about?!!"

"Make diloakin!" connect Farid.

"What would you like to do?" mr. Tomi's voice suddenly sprinkled like gasoline.