Orange Pieces
YOU'RE MY WIFE!

Ganis immediately moved, no matter if later the abusive master would get angry and make bullyan material in school. That's business later, after saying freak, then paddling him continue to be angry now what? Sending her some sweet iced tea. What exactly does he want!

"Nis, where are you going?!" yelled Damar half woke up from his position, the classroom atmosphere was not too crowded because almost all of its residents were snacking.

"Return which is not property!"

Longing Eyes were no longer glaring, but had already jumped out of place, "Nis don't be reckless! If you don't want me to be with Damar!" Miss threw a book just like that right in Damar's face and ran after Ganis the reckless girl.

"Nijer!" damar was surprised.

With overflowing emotions Ganis walked briskly towards the canteen, his long hair moving violently due to his stomping footsteps.

His eyes rolled all over the corner of the cafeteria, but he could not find the owner of the deadly gaze.

"Sniss!" longing shouted echoed behind Ganis.

"Shitt! He doesn't exist!" snapping his left leg then Ganis turned around at once, along with Miss who ran towards him uncontrollably.

The byurr!

"Did?!!"

Uniform Ganis wet on the front of the chest by iced sweet tea.

"Well right!"

"Ups!"

"Why did you come here?" but today is his day.

"Ahhh, how is Ndu?!" the girl rubbed her uniform and put down the tea glass that had been reduced in content.

"Sorry was not intentional. Go to the toilet! You have a jacket, right?!" rumi Rindu helps Ganis.

A jacket enveloped Ganis' body, the same jacket that had been paddling him in front of the flagpole, not knowing where it had come from.

"Loe wants to say something..." Wira hands put on a jacket and pull a zipper to cover the wet uniform of Ganis, strangely Ganis as is familiar with this treatment, this jacket, this jacket, and this scent was like no stranger to the girl who had this sweet smile. The black parka jacket has a tear near its lower front pocket.

"Wait on! It just so happens you're here!" Ganis pulled the hand of Wira to get away from the crowd of the canteen. Throwing that heavy hand violently.

"Don't think because you're here on the blacklist of the school, keep the students here in fear of you, you guess I'm also afraid of you! Reluctant! Eng..ngga not a bit!" The hero drew a slanted smile while snorting, this is Ganis the spoiled girl who was always so brave. In fact, now his speech is inversely proportional to the expression displayed.

"Why? Want to tell me if your cousin's a cop including her husband? Your cousin in Jakarta married a famous heart specialist in Indonesia? Want to say your aunt owns a famous cake outlet and hits the earth earth earth universal, or want to say your brother is fierce pardon-forgiveness?!"

The heartbeat of Ganis came to a halt right then and there, this young man knew what was on his mind at the moment. Is she psychic?

"Da..where do you know?! So really all this time feeling me, if you're always memhatiin and stalkerin me?!" his bursts of sting trying to grab the collar of the Wira shirt and grip it firmly, as proof if he is not afraid of this tall man.

But Wira shakes concerned. The tense-faced girl is now getting stronger clutching the collar of her interlocutor's uniform shirt which is now advancing the body to provide resistance. Even the other hand of Ganis now rises holding the belly of Wira clay behind the white uniform shirt, because the position of Ganis is no longer spaced with Wira.

"Lu want to say breng_seek!!" Ganis was panicked.

"Why, would you scream? Crying?" her question displays a devil smile.

"Take note of this Rengganis Kamania!" his whispers were soft and firmly impaled the body of Ganis.

"YOU'RE MY WIFE!"

It was no longer surprising that Ganis froze like an ice block, while staring at the Wira in disbelief, then a second later he blew his laughter.

His eyeballs imply deep pain and disappointment.

"Once again I apologize deeply for the incident this morning. Haven't you? If so, I hope after this we do not have any more business. Don't ever take my life away, don't follow me and pay attention to me again, PLEASE! Do you know my language just now?!" Ganis was already gritting his teeth so annoyed.

"And for the sweet iced tea, thank you! And this...." Ganis unzipped Wira's jacket.

Sretta!

"Thank you, let me wear my own jacket!" Ganis handed over the parka jacket but Wira still stared fixedly at Ganis without the slightest pause.

"What should I do let you take me Nis," he replied back asking, it seems like the expression is very expensive, the proof of the young man's face never displays any other expression other than flat and staring sharply, Ganis raised both of his eyebrows inexplicably.

"Okaya loe getting nervous! Sorry, you know, you're mostly slebor or treat?" This unraveling girl was already irritated by this not considered lover drama. Not expecting young men as cool, as male, and as circus Wira can also be telenovela actors.

Wira tightened his fist, holding back anger because the words of Ganis drained his patience, he did not know Ganis was so.

Bukkk!

Ganis chuckled in shock to make his eyes closed, Wira punched the wall right next to Ganis. While the young man looked breathless.

"I'm supposed to let you come that night!" shoot jerking.

"That night I shouldn't have cried out to you!"

"should've..." The hero flew his speech in the air, yet he had time to finish the speech, his thick eyebrows furrowed.

Both hands of Ganis clutching her beautiful hair. Suddenly his head throbbed, his eyes closed withstanding the pain.

"Nis.hey," Wira loosened her head looking at Ganis with worry and guilt. Was he too harsh and imposing? Too impatient.

The hero pulled Ganis to sit on the bench, he looked very worried about her.

"Nis, sorry!" He frantically saw Ganis whimpering half in tears, he also tapped his own head, "ssshhhh,"

He involuntarily pulled Ganis into his arms.

"Bang Nat-nat, Permitin Ganis follow ya bang! 4 Months ago Ganis had never walked with them," his spoiled whine sat on someone's lap while tugging at his black skull t-shirt on the belly of the room like a room, nuanced black and white, the sound of the panjanya collides with heavy metal music that is soaked.

"You do it, you're not there!"

"Remember Ganis!"

"Come dong bang!"

The interaction was like a broken cassette that was rewired in Ganis' brain along with the whack of pain.

"Noise! Ganist!" her body was shaken by Miss and when she looked up Miss was hugging her.

"Loe apain Ganis, Wira?!" shouts Miss.

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