MY PSYCHOPATH BOYFRIEND
13. A Hero

Once upon a time, when a little girl was sitting on a worn-out bench near school while eating her favorite ice cut. Looking at the elementary school, he kept smiling when he saw a boy 10 years older than him playing ball.

The little girl with the two pigtails shouted with her cry. Trying to encourage the boy he called Brother was all his might.

"BANG GILANG DEFINITELY CANAAA!!! OLIP SUPPORT BANG GILANG HEREIII!!" the little girl shouted in spirit.

Even if he knew, chances are Gilang would not hear his voice. But the girl was really excited to encourage her brother.

"Oliv why are you sitting here? Why not sit near the fence of the school bang Gilang? If you get excited bang Gilang from here. Where to hear the same bang Gilang," said the mother who was busy arranging toys on a blue tarp that he developed.

Olivia shook her head strongly. Looked at his mother. "If Olip's there. Later, Gilang did not focus on playing," said Olivia plain.

Bu Ina chuckled small. Rubbing her daughter's head gently. "Yuk, here. Sit near mom first. Soon, the bell came out the sound," said Bu Ina pulled Olivia's hand.

Olivia nodded. According to her mother's words. Sit beside mom. Then screamed in excitement when he heard the bell ringing loudly.

"YEAY!! OUT PLAYING!!"

Bu Ina chuckled small. Seeing the behavior of his youngest son who was really excited.

A boy with wet hair approached them. The boy immediately held little Olivia.

"The Gilang won again, right? Aye, right? There's no reward, for Olip?"

Gilang directly carrying his little sister's body. "Win dong. Livia wants a present?" ask Gilang back.

Olivia nodded in spirit. Hands out asking for his prize. "Where? Olip wants a present!" pinta Olivia small maksa.

Gilang chuckled small. "This is the prize." Gilang immediately kissed the cheek of Olivia's puffer many times.

Making the little girl laugh held back amusedly. "The Missile!!! Geliiii," cried Olivia

Gilang chuckled small. Seeing his younger sister laughing, made Gilang's heart warm. To him, Olivia was a sister figure who was able to make herself laugh when Gilang was in grief.

"Don't say, you did. I told you, if Oliv's sling is not sweating. Oliv took a shower. Aren't you, son?" the Canda Bu Ina.

Olivia nodded innocently. "Yes, get down Olip bang!! Later the smell of sweat Abang ketangsangan same Olip!!"

Gilang laughs. "Nih Abang ketek brother!!" Gilang is laughing louder. Look at Olivia's pouting face.

Until the warmth broke, when one of Gilang's friends came to them.

"Heh, poor boy! Don't bother to doubt here. I was poor, pointing at the family's affection in front of us" attacked one of them. Random waist, underestimate the Gilang family.

Damnit damnit! At just 10 years old, you can insult people. How about the next 10 years. It might bring down the weak.

Silence was silent, looking at the three people who were wearing the same uniform as her. Descending Olivia from her sling.

"The poor should be ashamed. I was poor, the work was just selling toys with little profit. Do you still want to know how happy you are? That's happy, above your poverty, huh?!" hardik one of the students with his hands drowned in his pants pocket.

Cross forward a step. The cold aura was very felt from Gilang's 10-year-old self. "Keep if I'm poor. Lo difficult? Don't you? My mother, my father, equally I do not ask for pocket money, same mom papa lo. Not asking for anything. We are poor too, no matter what. Warmth in the family, happiness in the family. Can it be owned only for the rich? The poor can also. Happiness is not created because you are rich. A lot of money, but because of the joy and joy you have. It can create happiness. It doesn't matter how bad you are. Because warmth in the family is not necessarily searchable," said Gilang cold. 10-year-old boy, already has a wise mind.

Because since childhood. Since Gilang found out, if his family is always looked down on the same people 'money' a lot. Gilang as if required himself to be wise at his young age.

"It's so bad lo! No need to defend yourself. Not cool in front of people. Don't be a hero!!" The student pushed Gilang so hard that the boy fell to the ground.

"Haha!! The poor man should sit on the ground. Not worth it, school in kayak gini school!!! Ahahaha!!"

All the students there laughed. Staring at Gilang and their families were full of contempt.

Gilang clenched his hands tightly, restraining his anger. Trying not to lose control.

"The poor man, it is not worth going to school in a fancy place. Especially a school this good. He must be self-aware!! Mending get out of here. No more need to go nongol-nongol in front of our eyes. Not as tall!!!" hina the student is becoming more and more.

Olivia, who was behind Gilang, stared at his brother's steady back. The 3-year-old girl approached her brother. Hugged it from behind.

...

Olivia's awake. His breath is panting. Look up at the blue sky from the classroom window. Damnit damnit! He overslept. The girl glanced at the wall clock in front of the class.7 past 15.

Thankfully, Olivia fell asleep for 15 minutes. Lately, somehow Olivia often overslept. Her dreams also felt real. No, it's a reality. Dream 14 years ago, when he was a child and his brother was only 10 years old.

For Olivia, Gilang is the best brother in her life.

"Gaiiiiiss!!! There's a new hp I'm the same box isn't it?!!" sinta asked half-screaming. All the students in the class looked at him. Compact shakes don't know.

Olivia frowned not understanding. New HP? Mean how?

Sinta stepped closer to Olivia. Because only that girl didn't shake.

Sinta kicked off Olivia's desk, staring at the girl full of intimidation. "Heh, poor!! You're the one who took my new phone, huh?!!" tudding Sinta half yelled.

Olivia scrunched her forehead. I am confused by what Sinta said. "New HP? You mean what? I don't know about your new phone. That was it, right? I stay in my place. Not going anywhere?"

Olivia defended herself. But Sinta was even upset. Step closer to Olivia. Kicking the girl's chair was strong.

"Surge lo!! Don't pretend to be soo!!" snapped Sinta.

Olivia had to stand up. Put the bag on the table. "Ck! If you want to check the bag I can get permission to me right?! Not so much!!" angry Olivia. Staring resentfully at Sinta who did not know manners.

"Nijer! So brave of you!" Sinta pulls Olivia's bag of disgust. Open every room Olivia's bag. The girl with red hair who accidentally blow that layer. Turn Olivia's bag over, until the girl's books come out, including her pencil case.

Sir!

One box whose seal had been opened came out and fell on Olivia's desk. Sinta smiled contemptuously, looking at Olivia with a gaze as if she found a most talented figure in this class.

"In addition to smart, beautiful, and pretentious caper. It turns out you have the skills to move people's valuables into bags huh, Liv?" tanya Sinta corners Olivia. His intimidating gaze with eyes full of contempt and disgust.

The girl took her hp box, held it up high. "Sometimes I wonder what makes some people's lives wretched and destitute because they scavenge their fortune the wrong way."

Sinta smiled even more despicable, slapping Olivia's cheek strongly. "LO DON'T KNOW ANY GOOD MANNERS?!! YOU KNOW, IF YOU'RE POOR. GETTING POORER BECAUSE OF THE WEALTHY. IF YOU NEED IT, JUST ASK!!! YOU HAVE A MOUTH. NO PRESTIGE TO SHOW ME HOW POOR ELO IS!!!" snapped Sinta, her voice boomed until it sounded out of the classroom.

Everyone flocked to Sinta who was furious and Olivia who was shocked in disbelief. Because suddenly, Sinta slapped her cheek that hard.

Anyway, really taste it. The throbbing from Olivia's cheek felt very, very painful.

"YOU KNOW NOTHING, HUH?!! SO THAT GUY SHOULD KNOW THAT HE'S LUCKY. DO NOT MENTION ELO HAS BECOME RAGEL'S GIRLFRIEND WITH THE INTENTION OF ELO EVEN MORE ADD SKILLS TO TAKE WEALTHY VALUABLES. GINI, POOR PEOPLE DON'T KNOW GOOD!!!" hardik Sinta is getting worse.

Kicking table Olivia strong. Until Olivia grimaced in pain because her stomach hit the table quite hard.

Olivia looked at Sinta furiously. His breath is panting. The tega, those who pay attention to the suffering Olivia and the angry Sinta. Did they just become these two objects as free spectacle materials?

Olivia raised her eyebrows, "if I am poor, lo sewot? Is it hard to see me poor? Everywhere people are hard because they squirm happy people."

Olivia tilted her head, a streaky smile engraved on her face. "You know, I swear a few times because I'm not the one who took your stuff. Lo believe? Notwithstanding. Want a thousand times I beg and prostrate the same lo, to make you sure. IF I WERE ..." Olivia pointed at herself.

"NOT TAKING YOUR STUFF!! LO KIRA, I'M SE-HINA. TO THE EXTENT THAT I HAVE TO PICK UP ITEMS THAT ARE NOT MY RIGHT?! NO!! I STILL KNOW SINS AND REMEMBER HELL AND THE TORMENT OF THE TOMB. AND I ALSO KNOW ... IT'S FREE FOR ME TO BE RICH, IF I'M NOT GRATEFUL FOR THE FORTUNE THAT THE ALMIGHTY HAS SET!!!" enraged Olivia, the girl's breath was stirring. Clenched his hands tightly.

It was times like these that Olivia didn't like. Because he already had an appointment with his late brother. If Olivia, it will not be carried away by emotions anymore. However often they ridicule him.

'Bang, Olivia knows. Brother must be angry up there. But this time, Olivia's patience has crossed the line, Olivia's inner self.

"HOW DARE ELO SNAPPED ME!! WHERE THERE IS MALING NGAKU!! IF THE NAME IS POOR, YES STAY POOR, POOR!!" snapped Sinta pulls Olivia's hair strong. That chick keeps pulling Olivia's hair brutal.

Olivia tries to remove Sinta's hand from her hair. Grimacing in pain as Sinta's fingers grew stronger. It was as if Olivia's hair was drawn to her roots.

"Lo wants to die with me, hm?" that cold voice, instantly enveloped the room.