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The school bell rang two minutes ago. The students are out of class..But Salsa was still in her class tidying up her books and stationery.

"Sa, you're going to my house, aren't you?" santi asked who was standing at the door of the class waiting for her best friend.

"Where is San, I have permission first Om, I'm afraid he's angry. I'm also not good, because I also live at home in," said Salsa gave alasa, the girl then rose from her seat walking closer to Santi.

"Yes, you'll just leave it to him Sa, your phone will also be at my house, then you call your Om at my house,"

Salsa thought for a moment.

"Yes, we're going to your house now,"

"That's dong, Eh, Sa later we go to the mall yes, I want this time you buy me a good meal, all we look for the book that Bu Ida told earlier," said Santi, while holding the hand of his best friend.

"When are we going to the mall, aren't we?" mom Santi.

"Ish, you're this. Later if I've worked, I just bought you, now I'm still in school can not find money. Life hitchhikes in people's homes, too" Salsa murmured.

"That's what's in your bag is money, isn't it, Sa,"

"Yes, but it's money in the love of people, cook want me to scatter just like that."

"And to buy a study book, I race Om you will certainly not mind, if you use the money for school purposes," Santi continued to try to persuade her.

"Sane..... Santi.." call someone from behind them.

Salsa and Santi simultaneously turned to the source of the voice, where Rendi was running towards them.

"You want to go home?" ask Rendi who was already among them.

"Yes Rend, what's wrong?" Santi answered.

Rendi looked at Salsa from the side. Then he pulled Santi's hand walking slightly away from Salsa.

"San, can I bring your friend home?" said Rendi, after they moved away from Salsa.

"No way," Santi replied quickly.

"Lho why? I just want to do it, you take it easy San I won't mess around," said Rendi asserted.

"Once you can't, still can't, and you never try to disturb my best friend. Go there," Santi pushed Rendi's body away from her.

"But San,"

Rendi was still puckering, she did not want to leave. However, Santi still pushes the body of the most popular students who want to get close to Salsa.

"Okay, I'm gone," Rendi finally relented. He also walked to the parking lot. He soon returned to riding his sport bike.

"Would you like to come with me?" asked Rendi to Salsa, who was pulled back by the head by the salsa.

"Huh..... You guys, people who don't want to be forced, try if he tells me like that. Santi you want to come with me no" grumbled Santi talking to himself.

"And you." Santi pointed at Salsa.

"Just look, if you want to come with him," the threat implied that Santi just threw it on Salsa.

"Eeh... Kamu kenapa Santo?" Salsa menempelkan satu punggung tangan nya ke dahi Santi, seperti ingin merasakan suhu tubuh nya.

"Aku kesal tau, Sa. Ku kira dia tadi mau nyamperin aku, mau ngajak aku nonton atau mau nganterin aku pulang, apa lagi waktu dia menarik tangan ku. Aku kira dia mau nembak aku, tapi ternyata tidak. Dia malah mau ajak kamu pulang Sa, sesak gak sih?" gerutu santi sambil memegang dadanya.

"That's why fill your head is not a big boy,"

They kept walking out the school gate. At the gate, as usual there was a car parked, and Jefri stood at the side. The car door was opened Jefri for his young mistress. Salsa and Santi went inside.

"Abang jefri, we go to the papaya road first yes," said Salsa gave the order.

"Good mistress," replied Jefri.

"Mrs? she call Salsa madam?" santi said in her heart.

Santi looked at his best friend, with a questionable look, like asking for an explanation.

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Zidan was ready to go home. He called Raka to his room, telling his trusted person to prepare the documents that he would take home later.

"Is the boss sick?" tanya Raka gives some files that will be brought by her Boss.

"No," replied Zidan

Zidan's phone suddenly rang, Zidan saw no caller's name on his phone screen, he pressed the red button to disconnect the call. Tek intermittently returned his pencil with the same number of callers, Zidan ignored him only. Up to three times his phone continues to ring with the caller the same number, but still ignored him.

Not long after, Raka's cell phone reads, Raka immediately picks her up.

"Hallo madam," said Raka as her call connected.

"Dam..... That must be the girl. Why did he call Raka? why didn't he call me?" gerutu Zidan looked at Raka dislike.

"Yes my mistress will tell you" Raka said on the phone.

The phone connection was then cut off.

"Boss, the mistress said she was at her friend's house now" Raka said.

"Why did he call you?! Now tell him to call my cell phone,"

"But the boss, the madam said she'd called the Boss' phone three times, but the Boss never answered" Raka said.

"That means her phone number," Zidan saw the missed call on her phone screen, and made the name on that contact my WIFE.

"Have him call me now" Zidan told Raka.

"Good Boss," answered Raka obediently.

Raka again contacted Salsa, asking her Boss' wife to contact her husband.

Not long after Zidane's phone rang again, immediately he shifted the green button on the screen.

"Hallo Om," Salsa's voice was heard as their phone call was connected.

"Hm, what's wrong?" asked Zidan in a busy tone.

"I'm again at aom friend's house, her name is Santi," Salsa replied.

"Yes" Zidan said briefly.

"Om, can I go to the mall with Santi? I want to find a book" Salsa said on the phone.

"Where is the mall?" ask Zidan coldly.

"To the mall that time brought Bang Raka," replied Salsa.

"Hm, yes not for long" said Zidan.

"Thank you Om" Salsa replied, before disconnecting her phone.

Zidan let out a rough sigh. His intention to go home to the mension he broke.

"Raka goes to the mall, now, the girl is there," Zidan orders Raka.

"Good Boss," replied Raka.

"Sorry Boss, but why am I there, didn't the madam go with her friend?" ask Raka before stepping away.

"Take a close look at the girl from a distance, and make sure that by five in the afternoon she is home" Zidan said flatly.

"Alright Boss," replied Raka.

"Heists..... He was, did he not know that I wanted to go home.'