My Pleasure (BxB/BL)
The tailors

A guy was grunting in a classroom, his hands clenched tightly.

"Lo why, Ta?" ask his friend wonder

"Again kemel"

"Sok cute very lo,kayak lon—"

"Lon WHAT?!"

"Guid ball"

"Basic fucking lo, Ja"

His name is Meta, Metawin Megantara

"The country of the recorders again?" Spell guessing, his ears felt hot because his friend was snorting too often.

"Yes, now he's taken the image from me, you fucking kid"

"Lo's gebetan encodi?"

"You call it Citra kayak that"

"Alah, your previous gebetan is also an encodi, who is the name, emm Rina, Marina right"

"It just so happens that doang sat"

"Labrak aja Ta, keep hitting it"

"It's also lo Ja"

"Yaudah hit aja, but it's not wrong him too, anyway handsome, gebetan lo also choose the times"

"DO I MEAN NO MORE HANDSOME THAN THE TAILOR?" Meta insisted as he stood up from his seat, Eja who saw that just nodded in agreement.

"Yes, right?"

"Tai lo"

"Where are you going?" Spell interrupts Metawin's footsteps

"Ngelabrak pewor"

Meta walked out of class, fortunately it was empty until the day came home.

His feet run to class IPS 1, from the class that ranks bottom in the IPS department, order 5.

Not far away, but Meta ran fast, just named Citra tebitannya ask Meta go far.

Flashbacks

"Ta?"

"Yes?"

"Gue wants to say something to you"

"What's Cit by the way? kebelet shot?" Meta giggles seduce Imagra

"Emm not Ta" The image hesitated to speak, the tip of his clothes had been tangled since earlier.

"Keep what?"

"Gue wants us to stay away" Citra immediately stood up after saying that, Meta followed suit.

"Why Cit? am I wrong?" Meta pulled the Citra hand to stay there.

"Not that, you're not wrong Ta, tap—"

"But what?"

"Gue likes Bri"

"Bri? Which bri?" Meta gasps

"Bright, I like him, not elo" Meta's hand hooks came off, as soon as Citra went away from there.

Flash back off

His hand pushed open the door of the IPS 1 class hurriedly, his eyes widening as he managed to get inside.

"Who are you?" asked a middle-aged man wearing a batik shirt and standing in front of him carrying a book.

"S-I'm Metawin, sir" he's nervous

'Damn it, why is there a teacher of everything ah' inner Meta

"From which class?"

'Own mampus'

"IPS class t three pack" Meta nervously snorted the teacher's question

"Well, what are you looking for?"

"Mmm anu sir, I—"

"He's looking for me sir" a guy raised his hand and walked forward to Meta

"From him?" ask the teacher back to Meta

"I—iya sir" Meta replied

"What business is it? gotta now?"

"Yes, sir, the business of the organization is certain" guessed the guy who made the teacher who taught megem directly.

"Oh, you're Bright, please take care of it outside the classroom"

"Excuse me sir"

The guy named Bright was pulling Meta's hand tightly out of the class, Meta who was still nervous was interested to leave the class, even now they were far from the classroom aisle.

Meta aware.

"WOI LO WHY IS NARIK NARIK FROM ME?!"

"Aren't you the one who did me?—"

"Where to break the door all over again, scuffed very" he continued while pointing one corner of his lips, making Meta growled for a moment

"Damn lo anj"

"But you're still looking for it"

"Diem bangst!"

"..." - ".Bright diem without a sound and chose to sit on a rung of stairs

"Oh yeah I forgot, you have a grudge what the hell is the same me?" Meta grunts

"..."

"Why shut up?!"

"That's where I told diem"

"BY DEH LO, WHY TAKE CITRA? LESS GIRLS?" Meta who was originally silent is now pulling Bright's collar.

"What am I saying?" he looks very watados

"THE DOG NGELUNJAK, WHY THE HELL DO YOU KEEP GRABBING MY GEBETAN?" Meta ngegas

"Emang yes?"

"Tai lo" Meta removed his hand from Bright's collar

"Hm okay" Bright just left.

"BRIGHT DANENDRA BANGST!"