Romeesa Syabani
Nothing
Eca did not care about Salsa and the problems that shocked the canteen.
He doesn't care at all.
Is it not happy?meet me and we will solve iit.
His footsteps firmly walked down the first-class hallways one by one.
"Eca wait in woi" screams blaring imagery made them again and again the center of attention.
"What the hell is Ra? yell out in shame tau" Eca's reply slowed her pace.
"I'm not ashamed of that" he replied casually.
Meanwhile Princess and Rai acted as if saying 'he's not my friend'.
"Lo is not ashamed, but I am ashamed" Eca said slowly Citra.
The image that felt treated like a little ana was just pouting.
"Eh but earlier lo cool bat lo Ca" Rai turned to the side of Eca while occasionally spreading his smile towards the class sister who greeted him.
"Why did you realize Anying? from there where aja Lo" the tone of narcissism and his joke combined with his crisp voice.
"Ye the Markonah abstains from praise" a slow gust of Rai who had wrongly praised Eca.
As for Eca, Citra and Princess only chuckled lightly at Rai's annoyed expression.
"I am sure you are" explained Eca after arriving at her class.
"Tau me" Rai replied as he threw his body onto his seat.
"You know what?" ask Citra while sitting next to Eca.
"Gue knew that Eca was a widow, haha" Rai opened up to recall her joke.
"**** Rai" replied Eca while lashing Rai with a book.
...♏♏♏...
Meanwhile, in room 12 IPA 1 was so rowdy because of the absence of the subject teacher aka empty hours and no task. This is just the name of the paradise of the student world.
"Ga girl you are ferocious huh" a typical male voice sounded among the many types of voices in that class.
"Ye just knew lo" replied the interlocutor who was none other than Arga Citra's girlfriend.
"Gue thought he was typical calm because it was seen from the looks of it" replied Vero one of the 4 men.
"Yes, that's why I say Arga's girl is a ferocious agent" Jeno said as she pulled her social media page.
I was feeling aja bang in tugul ulur.
"But why I like it is the same girl lo bro" Vero patted slowly Arga's shoulder.
"Let's die, huh?" Arga's eyes are razor sharp.
"Canda bro,lo mah seriously bener" Vero chuckled crisply at Arga's gaze.
"Lo mah do not think bro" Jeno laughs at Vero who made a tweet by Arga.
Jeno and Vero exchanged lyrics, as if they understood the thoughts of the interlocutor with just a glance they laughed out loud with hands that did not stay silent.
"Be careful of your hands!" there was a typical male voice that could make the hearts of women tremble, which made Jeno's hands hang in the air.
Jeno stared to his left side staring at the source of the voice and immediately grimaced.
"Sorry Yan wasn't intentionally me"
"Hm.." while the owner just cleared his throat.
He Maqil Liban Zayan or more often called Zayan or Yan has a very beautiful meaning that is the intelligence of boys who are used to achieve brilliant success.
How not Zayan at his age who is now 18 years already has a small business.
Like the word make money go hang out he no longer needs to ask from his parents.
Not only good name Zayan also good attitude and certainly good looking.
Her stature is high with jet black hair, her eyes are black in harmony with her hair.stainless clean skin.
It is as if God was very happy when he created it.
"But I myself yes, prefer the same style of women who wear Hoodie, cool abis cuy, the sound is also a steady bah bat" Jeno said again while recalling the incident in the cafeteria earlier.
It is a coincidence, not coincidentally because the Arga did not follow Citra so they watched live in the cafeteria earlier.
"Eca you mean?" Arga glanced at Jeno making sure.
"May be?" the answer is shrug.
"Yes he is indeed more attractive among the four of them" added Vero.
"The skirt below the knee, socks to the knee keeps his legs covered" Arga explained.
"Hoodie oversized wear kupluk cover his hair" added Jeno.
"Yes"
"Take"
"Beautiful"
Instantly three pairs of eyes went to the same source.
One person, one object and one Zayan name.
Zayan the calm man who had never been close to any woman other than his family praised a woman.
Was he taking the wrong medication?
Zayan who felt a gaze pointing at him glanced flatly.
"What?"
"Nothing bro "answer them in unison.
...♏♏♏...
The bell rang 4 times indicating that the end of the teaching and learning process that day.
Students and students walk out of the classroom.
"What are you wearing back?" ask Citra while carrying her bag.
"Regular" Eca replied while opening the bubble gum pack.
"Wear Ca Bus?" The princess enthusiastically asked.
"Hm" timpal Eca.
"Follow dong" The princess blinked her eyes.
Eca, Citra and Rai looked at each other.
"Why your eyes? a seizure?"
"Ih Rai can just laugh, will be willing" replied the Princess with a sweet smile towards Rai.
"What do you want? jan ngadi!" they looked at the Princess's gaze.
"Pengen nampol Markonah"
The princess who was upset quickly walked away from the three cloaks.
It turns out that lingering with them is not good for his health.
"Lah left" Rai chuckled at the Princess' behavior.
"There's susulin! later his son lost his father's mosquito" Citra joked while pushing Rai's body slowly.
"Yes I've gone first yes, bye" he replied before running after the Princess while shouting.
"Put wait".
Eca and Citra walked towards the school gate, sitting at a stop while waiting for the bus that would deliver them to their destination.
"Well, aren't you back with Arga?" ask Eca curious.
Tumben tumbenan this kid back using the bus?
Usually mah if not at the driver's shuttle if not at Arga's shuttle.
Bring your own vehicle, he is only rare.
The image that was playing with his nails sounded a little sigh.
"I'm the same as doi" he replied.
"Ohh" Eca nodded in understanding.
He reached into his bag to pick up earphones and connect to his device.
Listening to relaxing music while waiting for the Bus was not a bad idea he thought.
"Ca tuh Bus her up" Citra's voice resuscitated Eca from her drift she in the strains of the song.
Eca stood up from her seat, tidied up her slightly messy skirt then stepped towards the bus that had stopped in front of her.
He was sitting on a passenger bench by the window next to Citra.
Leaning his head against the glass he began to drift again into the song, again!
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