MY PSYCHOPATH BOYFRIEND
01. Say 'Hi' to Ragel and Olivia

"Mama ... Why should you buy Papa's birthday gift to Switzerland? In Indonesia, can you?" ask the 6th grade SD boy. The boy traveled through the city he was now walking in.

Bu Tama rattled Ragel's hair in a daze. The tiny hand .. would not let go of her hand from the soft hand of the mother, the slightest item.

"Yesterday, Papa's time with Mama to Switzerland. Papa kept looking at his good black shoes too late. Even Papa to stop, continue to leave Mama talking herself like crazy," said Bu Tama ended melodious.

Little ragel chuckled. "Where are we going now?" ask Ragel curiously.

"We go to the bank first. Mama wants to take cash. You forget to bring a black card," said Bu Tama.

Little Ragel just nodded according to what Mama said.

...

DOR'S!

The gun's voice .. hit one of the queues at the bank. And the one who shot him was ... Little ragel.

***

Ragel awoke from his sleep. Sweat was pouring around his face. Ragel's chest up and down. The nightmare again.

Ragel hope, it's really a nightmare. But in fact, it was a reality that really happened to him 5 years ago.

***

"Morning!" father's greeting is friendly.

Ragel clucked softly when he saw his Papa wearing the pink apron. The apron belonged to her late Mama. My mother's favorite apron.

"If Papa's officers, teachers, and students squirm Papa wears a pink apron. They must doubt, if Papa is a person who is firm, authoritative, and always respected," said Ragel more precisely mocking.

Mr. Tama chuckled small. The middle-aged man put the egg loaf on the plate, then set it on the table.

"Breakfast first," said Mr. Tama sitting on the single seat of the dining table, without taking off his apron.

Ragel sat down where he used to sit. On the right side of the dining table.

"Tumben does not burn Pa," said Ragel took the egg bread. Nibbling on her egg bun. "It's not salty either" Ragel continued chewing on the egg bread.

"Yeu, Papa is trying to be good at cooking" said Mr. Tama biting his egg bread again.

"Udah 5 years Pah. Still the same emptiness. Mending Ragel did it," said Ragel. The guy was so relaxed when he said that. Without that burden:)

"You're the same as Papa. Neither cooking pinter," said Mr. Tama. They both laughed.

Considering they are not cooking pinter. Which is saleness, which is emptiness. Be tasteless.

Mr. Tama never hired ART again. Especially in this big house. The Tama family home is very large.

Very-very wide.

But Mr. Tama has not employed ART since 'that day'. Mr. Tama chose to split the task alone together with his only son.

As it is today, it is Mr. Tama's duty to clean up the house. Like sweeping and mopping. And tomorrow is Ragel's job. That guy is just a man.

"The teacher you almost stabbed yesterday. Already admitted the mistake and ready to be jailed to the police station," said Mr. Tama took a tissue and wiped it around his mouth.

"Hm," Ragel gave a small nod. "Ragel tau's. He deserves a reply that is worth the work of the bastard," said Ragel. Makes Mr. Tama laugh again.

"You're Gel. If you know who it is, just tell Papa. So you don't have to bother to snatch the person," said Mr. Tama.

"I am sorry Pa" said Ragel clenched his hand tightly. "He deserves what he did. Ragel was sick of squirming his hypocritical face!"

"Yes yes. Papa knows." Mr. Tama scrambled his son's head slowly. " But the way you're doing it is wrong. Good thing Papa found you first. What if someone else? You have been considered stabbing people," said Mr. Tama.

Rachel just looked at her Papa in silence.

***

"Eh-eh, the horrors of the teacher who likes fashionable and handsome style are arrested for harassing students here."

"Seriously lo? The schoolgirl who deliberately allowed herself to be hit by a car in front of the school?"

"Yes yes, that one. Unfortunately, he ended his life by suicide."

"But yeah, I didn't think the teacher did anything like that. Though I idolize him because his teacher enjoys."

"Yeu elo, people like him mah. Don't be admired. I stopped admiring the teacher."

"You know who took the teacher?"

"Who is it?"

"Ragel! It's cool, she."

The passageway through Olivia. Everyone continued to discuss the topic that was again booming on the surface. The topic that just happened last night.

And at the very end they will praise Ragel. Because that guy caught the teacher who had harassed his schoolgirls.

But what Olivia heard. The way Ragel caught the teacher was wrong. Even though they know Ragel almost stabbed the teacher. They still praised and admired Ragel.

Olivia quickened her pace. Early in the morning, did they need to discuss a topic that sounded terrible in Olivia's ears?

The girl only knew Ragel's name from the people who kept talking about the guy. How is Ragel's attitude and how does that guy look. Olivia doesn't even know.

"Oliv!" Syera, the only person who wants to be friends with Olivia and want to sit down with her. Waving his hands at her, standing right in front of the classroom door.

Olivia accelerated her pace. The girl replied to Shera's hand, then commented with a smile.

Sweet smile that makes people pangling on her. That beautiful girl is really so famous. Besides being beautiful and smart. The girl is also famous for always boasting a school for the myriad of achievements she achieved.

But baby, the lack of Olivia can not be hidden anymore. Everyone knows too. The girl is perfect physically and brainily.

But Olivia, not perfect.

"Met morning!" sapa Syera raised her hand to the head.

Olivia just replied with a smile.

"Lo giddy no, with the gossip early in the morning?" tanya Syera started the conversation. They entered class XII IPA 1. Olivia nodded twice in response. "Gue I really know you? No other gossip, other than the gossip about Ragel and his crazy thing? Yes, he caught the perverted teacher. But that's not the case either" said Syera until they sat on their respective benches.

Olivia chuckled at the Syera chatter. "Let's ajalah. They also have the right to have someone" said Olivia put her bag on the back of the chair. "But it's not She's gossip, it's her name. If the rumors are not necessarily true. But if the news, it must be true," continued Olivia chuckled again.

"Yes yes." Syera put her lips forward. "Yes, congratulations, Liv! You get another one in the chemistry olympics. I'm so happy!" shera extended her hand to Olivia.

Olivia shook Shera's hand. "Thank You Sye."

"Sheera!"

Syera looked over, smiling at her friend. "Why Han?" ask Syera to Hani.

"Temenin I to the canteen dong," pinta Hani.

"Judeh, hahuk!"

Syera rose from her seat. Waving hands at Olivia. "Entar again continue his chat!"

Olivia nodded, staring at the departure of Syera along with Hani who started to move away. The girl took a short breath.

Syera was the only one who wanted to be friends and sit down with him. But unfortunately, every time they chat, there are people who decide their chat which is again exciting.

"Did, Oliv!" call Laura. The girl with the thick powder and contrasting lip color was sitting on Olivia's table.

"Lo .. won the Olympics again?" ask Laura's friend - Ask her name.

Olivia nodded briefly. The girl chose to listen.

"Seriously? But why not announce it?" ask Resa.

"Where to announce, people don't matter either. Uh, but it's usually announced. Maybe later" said Sinta. Resa nodded in agreement to Sinta's words.

"How much cash is champion one?" ask Resa kepo.

"10 if it's not my fault, too" Laura answered a question from her friend.

"Widih, if that much money must be big for you, right Liv? You can buy this. You can also buy the same bag of shoes that are better than the same bag of worn shoes," said Resa more precisely mock. The girl accidentally stepped on Olivia's shoes under the table.

Olivia hisses quietly. Pulling his foot off Resa's footing.

"Ups, sorry. Not intentionally Liv!" resa closed her mouth pretending to feel guilty.

Olivia just stared at Resa Lamat. The girl did not want to get into trouble.

"Eh, but not really. Then later in the year, our school will not be camping. Must Oliv need a lot of money dong? Aye right?" ask Olivia.

Again and again, Olivia just kept silent not answering the scorn of these three people.

"Yes, yeah. Yaudah deh, what if the three of us love extra money for a tube for camping at the end of the 12th grade. Baby, you're not coming," Laura said, making them laugh. There was no funny part to their conversation.

"Yes yes. Poor thing too, the beautiful class we did not come. Later people will know again that Oliv is poor - UPS! POOR JOKE!" Sinta laughed with her two friends. The thick-lipped chick deliberately raised her voice in the last three words.

Make one class look. And give strange whispers, some laugh, some put a face of pity on Oliv because it was bullied by Laura and the gang.

"So how? 100 Thousand one physics problem. If 10 is about physics, it means 1 million. Is it good to be in the tube?"

How Olivia hates getting a scholarship to a rich school.