Romantic of my boyfriend
Disillusioned
“Let him know now that Satria likes you!”
Deg.
What does it mean that Wisya. Nares quickly opened the door. His eyes were grumpy, unable to believe what he heard.
“What do you mean?”
Wisya and Alana turned to be surprised, the faces of the two turned tense. Then not long after Alana's awkward laughter sounded.
“Neot listening to Wisya. He's slipping.”
“What's missing? Obviously you know that Satria approached Nares to get you.” Wisya's emotions seemed to peak, he pushed Alana's shoulder.
Alana ignored Wisya, she approached Nares trying to embrace and bring the girl into the room. But his hand was instead brushed off violently by Nares.
Nares looked at the two friends sharply, his eyes reddened and began to water. “Please tell me honestly!”
Alana looked at Nares with a guilty look. “Sorry,” omitted. And again his hand was brushed off by Nares.
Nares cast his eyes off Alana. Her tears could no longer stand. She did not expect Alana to be so happy with him. How can Alana let Satria get close to her when Alana knows the man doesn't like her. Does Alana take this as a joke and laugh at her secretly?
The fact that Satria only uses it is sick, but more painful when people who have been considered friends, are considered family even have to hurt him.
Alana thinks what Nares has been doing all this time.
“Why?” Nares turned back to face Alana.
Alana returned Nares' gaze with teary eyes as well. “Sorry.”
“Why don't you ever tell?”
“Sorry.”
Instead of answering Nares' question, Alana again just muttered an apology.
“I didn't tell you to apologize!” Nares emotions peaked. He was very disappointed in this friend.
Nares fattened his teeth as Alana stopped her explanation.
“Because I like you too.” Alana's laughter was deafening.
“SURPRISE!”
Nares. Suddenly his other friends came out of hiding with satisfied faces. Each in their hands carried a balloon.
Then Satria appeared with a birthday cake in her hand.
“Happy birthday, Nares!” yelled at his friends with a straight face.
However, Nares sat down for a moment, holding his hands on his knees and crying loudly. His feelings are mixed now.
Satria approached, sitting in front of Nares. “Our performance is excessive huh?”
“You're evil!”
Satria grimaced, she turned to Nares' friends who took a few steps back. Suspicious of Satria, they will run away so as not to get Nares scolding.
“Sorry.” Satria tried to raise Nares' face to look at him. Gently wiped away Nares' tears.
Realizing Satria was too close to him, Nares immediately retreated. “Ngapain are you here? The girl you like is there.” Nares pointed at Alana who had already moved.
Satria grimacing. “Hey, what they said earlier was just pretend, I like you.”
Nares fixed his seat to be cross-legged, followed by Satria. They sat facing each other at a distance of two adults.
Then Nares glanced sharply at his friends, being glimpsed pretending not to know. As if he could telepathically, he chased his friends away from them.
After his friends left, he switched again to staring at Satria. “Ngapain you come here? Midnight again,” he said fiercely, the ladder he fold in front of the chest.
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