My Brother
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"Basar emang tuh guy, not kapok what punished continue almost every day." Maura is now mengumel in the middle of his action to eat a snack. Naomi, who was sitting next to him, reflexively turned her head and found out what made her best friend grumble.

"Why the hell, Ra? What's ngedumelin again?"

"Tuh .. handsome guy minus behavior. Every day punished, wild racing is not clear, every day is also scolded by his mother." Maura started to repeat indistinctly.

"You know him so well, who the hell?" Naomi begins to be curious about the boy who is the cause of Maura's upset.

"That's Tristan, Bu Lidya's niece!"

Naomi's reflexes directed her eyesight towards the basketball court, where a young man in an untidy uniform was standing while being given a speech by a female guidance teacher.

"So, he's Bu Lidya's niece?" naomi asked in surprise, Maura just spread her shoulders indifferently. The girl leaves Naomi, who is still observing Tristan from a distance.

Some of the students who were walking around Tristan were not absent to mock the man. When else can you mock a Tristan at all?

If none of Mother Lidya was the most fierce, there was no way the other disciples would dare to stop walking for a moment to laugh at Tristan who was just silent without a twist. While in his heart, the man was making various swears for the students who dared to laugh at him.

Tristan's sentence is not over. Now that he had received a message from Ms. Lidya, he had to stand in the middle of the basketball court while writing the sentence 'I regret and I promise not to repeat my mistakes again' as much as ten pages.

"This is very bad for me to be his nephew Teacher BK," complained Tristan while scrambling his hair furiously.

"Lo recalcitrant, anyway." Tristan turned his head quickly towards the source of the voice. He saw a beautiful girl with waist-length hair walking towards him. Tristan smiled as he felt familiar with the figure.

"Naomi?" ask Tristan to make sure. Naomi muttered the 'yes' sign then stood in front of the man.

"More." Naomi offers a cold canned drink to Tristan. The man immediately cheered happily and made Naomi giggle amused.

"You know if my throat is dry." Tristan immediately gulped down the drink leaving half of its contents.

"Tau dong, do look away from far away if you are thirsty again." Naomi answered indifferently while looking at Tristan's writing which was like an elementary school child, the girl laughed softly which made Tristan frown in confusion. However, the next second he put on an annoyed face knowing what caused Naomi to laugh.

"My writing is unique. Rarely is there such a writing," said Tristan who does not want his pride to go down just because his writing is not able to be read.

"The unique ranking until only certain people who can read," taunted Naomi who made Tristan immediately snatch his book.

"Lo do not need to read my handwriting, which you need to read it is written in my heart to make you," said Tristan sweet-assisted.

"What's the writing?" ask Naomi curiously. Then Tristan approached Naomi, positioning her lips near the girl's ears. He will whisper something and make Naomi quiet petrified.

"The writing is ... lo most girls .. nyebelin!"

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"WHAT?" screeching Naomi upset, she felt bullied by Tristan and was about to hit the young man. But when Naomi turned her head, Tristan was no longer in her place.

The hour of rest has arrived. Naomi and Maura decide to dine in the cafeteria along with Cintya, the girl who is considered the most beautiful in school. His calm attitude is inversely proportional to Naomi who always insults her friends.

All the girls who could be close friends with Cintya were a great pride for them, but that was not the case for Naomi. The girl did not even try to get close to Cintya, instead Cintya herself tried to get close to Naomi.

"Girl ... seduce me dong," Tristan said as she poked Naomi's chin. The man also sat down next to Naomi and lowered his eyebrows quickly.

"Relieve it!" answer Naomi ketus.

"Geez, this is a girl. I think you have the drops Bu Lidya deh," quipped Tristan in a style as if thinking.

"Aren't you Bu Lidya's drops? It's his nephew!" seloroh Maura who was immediately thrown pieces of sausage by Tristan.

"Oh yes, I just want to say thank you to you. You already saved my life from the thirst of torment from Bu Lidi." Tristan said as he plucked the meatballs in Naomi's bowl. The man ate it casually.

"Mom Lidya" Maura's erratic.

"That's my favorite call to Bu Lidi." Tristan is still defending himself. An upset Naomi just rolled her eyes off guard, she was lazy if she had to listen to their unfaithful debate.

"Hm," muttered Naomi lazily.

"So, I'm going home from school to buy you lunch. How's it?" tanya Tristan enthusiastically.

"Udah no need, I like kok nolongin lo who again gasped thirst earlier," said Naomi earnestly. However, for some reason Naomi's words were irritating in Tristan's ears.

"Kok lo ngeselin's words, huh?"

"Masa? Which part made you kelp?"

"Udahlah." Tristan decides to take Naomi's meatball bowl which feels good on the tongue.

"That's got me." Naomi protested irked.

"Take it again, don't go to the poor!" tristan is arrogant.

"Widih, songong .. means all our food is paid for, right?" maura asked who got the answer through a hand gesture from Tristan.

"Gue just this time want to ask alms for another bowl of meatballs to you" concluded Tristan in the midst of his busy eating meatballs.

"Well? If you're alone again bokek, how would you like to buy me lunch?" ask Naomi wonder.

"Just be calm, I can owe money to Bu Lidi," replied Tristan cuek. Naomi laughed out loud at the honesty of the man beside her. Just this time Naomi met a young man who is as unique as Tristan.

_______Tbc.

Mostly just tick it? Sorry, because the passage of Tristan is the same as Naomi to kebablasan:(

Hopefully you are not bored reading it, thanks a lot has stopped by:)