Sam
Bella's Feelings

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"So how's Sam? we're gonna start now?" ask Bella to make sure. Between surprise and happiness. How not, Sam invited him to meet in the city park and ended up both of them were in the promised place.

Bella was so enthusiastic that she put on makeup, wearing the best clothes she had. He did not wear the hijab and let his hair fall out.

“Bel, but..'’ says Sam hangs. He himself is not sure of his decision.

”But what Sam? Didn't we know each other from Junior High. I already know you like anything, no matter what, right," Bella persuaded.

“Not that, Bella. We have been together for a long time. I'm honestly comfortable with this."

“But this is what I'm afraid of, Sam. I don't want you going the wrong way. You're gonna change girls, I don't want them talking you in the back, Sam!"

"No need to care about people."

Sam got off the bike and joined Bella in the park chair. He sighed, his eyes looking blankly forward. No matter how crowded the biker is.

“I can't, Bell,’ break up Sam in the end.

Bela looked at Sam with tears. Then he immediately hid it by looking in another direction. Bella's long dangling hair was blown by the night breeze. Disguise his left cheek that has been soaked in tears.

“At least you try it first, Sam," Bella said very strongly. He forgot his prestige and shame.

Sam glanced at Bella beside him. He really can't. He was afraid that he would treat Bella like everyone else. Just a week ago, Sam was bored or because of certain things. He didn't want to be like that, Bella was a good kid and he didn't want to hurt her. More afraid of not being able to return the feelings of his friend.

Bella squeezes the wrap around her jeans. He forced his smile, '‘I want to hear how I am in your heart, Sam." Bella tried to hold her voice so she wouldn't shake.

Sam started to think. '‘I want to keep forever Bel. Not for a week or two. You are the only one of me who is real, not rich dilapidated the other.’

Bella smiled even though she had to accept, her feelings were not welcomed well.

‘Then don't play girls anymore, Sam. Poor thing," the phrase is more appropriate for himself, one of them.

Sam does tend to be friendly smile. Not infrequently it is misunderstood by the girls who approach him.

Sam laughed for nothing. ‘Don't take this seriously, Bel. Tau tickled,"

Sam's laughter made Bela smile as well. Yes, maybe he should be happy when others want to be close to Sam but instead end up being a victim of ghosting by him. As for him, Sam even dared to give a reason why not accept it and will continue to be good friends.

"That night, Bel. You better go home. I'll drive you to the front of the alley."

"Where else are you going, Sam?" bella asked suspiciously. He remembered that Sam and the others ditched at the last hour. Not tired of his boredom Sam act and go back to the deed of teacher BK.

"Why are you, Sam, so what? Ever since you knew the outside world of obscure friends hanging out, you've been under a bad influence, Sam."

Sam stood up, not liking being talked about. For him, no one knows what he is doing but himself.

*

The morning greeted me back.

Sure enough, just now Sam and the others entered the classroom there were students who delivered a message from Mr. Kobi to Sam, Royan, Dika and Akmal to the student room.

Sam turned to the others.” We fell again, gesss,'’pap Sam guessed then smiled wryly.

“Njirrr, who reported, anyway," said Royan equated Sam's steps. Followed by Dika and Akmal who walked behind them.

“Or don't-don't, this is the new kid who yesterday hit Sam that time," Akmal said.

"Cctv is also not kedetec in fact, gaess. Or maybe the kids in the class." Dika looked for the greatest potential and immediately got a rebuttal from Dika.

“No way, they don't want to look for our same problem."

"Tulls. Unless there's a grudge against Sam for his unrequited love," Dika added.

"Heh, the problem is not just Sam, but us."

The four of them became pushing each other when they reached the door of the student hall.

The doorbell went off a few seconds ago. Making most students already in the class so that the presence of the four prospective students defendants slightly reduced his embarrassment.

Embarrassed? I don't know if they really have any shame or not. Only the names of the five of them were maimed in Pak Koni's notebook. But they are not deterred either.

The door opened and they entered in an orderly manner. They had already put his uniform out so that the punishment to be given did not increase.

Mr. Koni told them to stand up. All the transgressions he had said and Sam was the first to admit his guilt.

Inevitably Dika Royan and Akmal also participated in admitting it.

‘Then this letter must be given to your parents and tomorrow morning I await the arrival of your parents." Mr. Koni divided four letters on each.

"Yahhhh Sir. Don't, lahh, just another punishment, sir. Nyapu page cake or others origin do not call my mother, ‘ngepel room teacher I also want, sir," bargained Dika.

“Bikinin drink morning and noon also want, sir."

Sam found it funny to hear the negotiations of his friends. He is the only one who does not protest because he will be very happy if papa or his name will come home. But, again Sam could only smile wryly, it was all impossible.

Pak Koni's decision was round, the four of them came out of the BK room with a lethargic face like a dark cloud. Each one brought an invitation to their parents.

During the walk they were still fretting over how they would receive their old man's rampage. Only Sam remained silent.

The tone that flashed in the courtyard could only duck when it crossed with its four upperclassmen. Because of yesterday's incident he had to wash his uniform and early in the morning he wiped the uniform that was not dry perfectly.In fact, he was almost late earlier. He who is currently calling the maple teacher who suddenly became a courier from the teacher's office to their classroom.

‘Luckily he did not realize,’ guamam tones add to his rapid movement of steps,

*

The school clock sounded. One by one, students leave school. Only a few greetings remain because it adds extracurricular activities.

As with Atar, the owner of a friendly shady face is still busy writing down a list of new OSIS candidates.

‘I'm usulin Aja,’"

"I propose the Satria son IPS 3,’'

In silence Atar also wrote the proposal of his friends. Just a few weeks ago Atar became chairman of OSIS he was already in the canpuk become the only student who will be in the contest to the province. Of course, training and a series of preparations must take a lot of time. Moreover, there will be a peach event for next month. Of course, committee involves fully responding to OSIS.

Somehow Atar wrote one last name in hisps hvs that he held. Sambara.

He moved from his seat and wrote four names on the board.

The members of the osis who were present held out as soon as they saw the fourth name written by Atar.

‘'That's why there's a Sambara name in there?"

"Why not Bayu aja who rose to office, he is the vice chairman, can only dong him become chairman of OSIS kami.’"

‘Betul Tar, we don't have to bother choosing again,’

'‘Wah bad you Tar, you crazy gutlin name him.so what our organization if there is him,’

The others nodded in agreement while atar smiled meaningfully. Imagining a friend when his Junior High became the head of OSIS.

'‘Tar. Sam's a subscription to Koni's record, which is right,"

"Calm down first, guys. I'm gutlin Sam not because of my personal proposal anyway. There are some people I have asked for advice and consideration. Evidently, even the OSIS builder did not mind it,’

Right after Atar finished talking, an OSIS developer came and confirmed Atar's words, so inevitably other members agreed.

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