Sam
Evades

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The fourth time, Sam called Nada. However, not connected. Twice before it rang but the call was ignored. Sam was getting restless, so he did not realize that he was pacing back and forth. There were two nephews who noticed him for a moment, then returned to playing the game buble shooter after shrugging simultaneously. The sign does not understand.

Sam again pressed the green button on the Tone contact. This time, the number is inactive. In conclusion, Nada deliberately deactivated her phone. As soon as he looked back at his phone, the PP contact Nada had changed.

"Nada ngeblock me!" Sam closed his eyes and tapped his phone several times right on his forehead.

There was regret that he could not express. I don't know, regret for which. Where's wrong?

*

Since a week after the storm with her upperclassmen, Nada did not want to go to the cafeteria during the break. He deliberately brought the goods from home. The first reason, of course, is to save. The pocket money given by the father can be saved. Second, so that there is no accidental meeting with Dita or Sam.

Not because he was afraid, but more on avoiding things that he did not imagine.

"Ma .... I broke up with Roni." Via came already with tears.

"Decap? How can? What's the problem?" tanya Nada while stroking her back via who vibrated in rhythm with her sobs. Via just shook his head with continued sobbing.

"Already, Vi. Calm down first. It's not too late, it can still be talked about, right."

Via shook his head with a face drowned in his bag.

"Rubby, dong! Don't cry, just practice the semester exam," whispered Nada right in Via's ear wrapped in a white headscarf.

"Sadly can. But don't overdo it. Maybe this is the best. Let's focus on the exam later."

It took a few minutes, then the Via calmed down. He looked up when he was too tired to cry for his story. The advice Nada had conveyed earlier slowly calmed her down.

Meanwhile, Sam still continues to hope to meet Nada to just apologize.

Every time he took a break to the cafeteria, hoping to meet Nada. However, many times he also had to be disappointed because he did not find Nada. It continued with the end of Dita who dragged him to the OSIS secretariat room. There's just a discussion that's done there.

*

Monday has arrived. If usually, Monday is identical to the flag ceremony. Not this time. That's because there's a semester exam.

The tone of the entrance to the test room, which had previously been randomized by the school.

Tone looking for space according to the card of the examinee.

"Hopefully not one room with Sam's class" Nada muttered as she scanned the entire room.

He sat at table number two from the back. There were nineteen of his classmates in this room. Twenty examinees were one room with Tone times of the eleventh grade. Half of his classmates are in the next room.

I don't know why it should be arranged in such a way. Maybe the school minimizes the level of cheating.

"Fit, I deg-degan, here. Later if I can't, you cheat yak!" Tone revealed his fret at the friend behind him. He had to rotate his body to be able to face Fitri.

"If you're afraid you can't fight. If I'm different, again, Na."

"Why?"

"I deg-degan, with whom I sit later. We're going to have one room, right, with eleventh grade."

Tone is weak. He could not avoid, indeed this time he was also storing the same fret with Fitri.

While still talking to Fitri, the teacher who served as a supervisor came carrying a cardboard box. Tone immediately fixed his sitting position.

"Kids, for the sake of mutual comfort, put your HP here! This has been the final decision at Saturday's meeting. All right, so it's more conducive that I'm going around. You guys just stay in place!"

Supervisors began to approach one by one the students to ask for their cell phones. Although some are not sincere when they let their favorite objects separate for the next two hours.

"Where's that sitting next to you?" the officer asked Nada and she could only shake her head because she did not know.

"I, Mum."

The cry of the students from the door made the supervising teacher and the rest of the class turn to see the origin of the sound. There was Sam and Ando walking side by side.

"Where have you been?" ask the supervisor on both.

"There was a little incident, ma'am." Ando pointed at Sam's bloody elbow. And Sam's uniform is partly dirty.

"Why are you, Sam?"

Sam grimaced as he rubbed his nape. "Fall in front, ma'am," he explained.

The class was a little rowdy because it wanted to see Sam. Tone itself only dared to glance. His neck was already beating, afraid that Sam would sit at a table with him.

Sam's later explanations were not able to be heard. His brain had been thinking between pity when he saw a gaping wound on Sam's elbow. Also, a thumping feeling of fear his thoughts would occur.

The tone pretended to be busy as the student beside him was whispering face back. He's relieved. At least, it wasn't Sam the student who was at the same table with him.

What if Dita and Bella get back together, knowing I'm sitting next to Sam. Aduuhh, troublesome. Why should I do this, anyway.

"Sam. You lead the prayer." Instructions from the supervising teacher at the front pruned away the thoughts of Nada.

With a heavy voice Sam led the prayer.

Just hearing his voice can make it this way. What the hell is wrong with me? Do I still have a grudge against him for being a target of Dita.

Closing the prayer, Nada immediately realized because he had not had time to pray.

The exam worksheet has been shared. Tone immediately pinned the paper on his board. He had to focus even though he felt that there was a creature behind him watching him.

The first hour was solemnly missed. Classes were very quiet and conducive as the loyal supervising teacher put his hands together behind his body while going around. Adding to that, the killer aura has always been offered since entering the class.

"No, what a tired thing from that. Where is this difficult again," muttered Nada.

Tone wrote down some numbers on a piece of paper, then gave it to Fitri.

Sam who saw it, held a smile so as not to chuckle. Because, Nada is not much different from him who has already exchanged answers.

Sam sat at the back table. A little suspicious movement can certainly be caught in his netra.

As the girl in the headscarf beside him was about to give Nada a paper, Sam held her back.

With a hand gesture, Sam asked for the paper and added a few words. He returned it to the girl next to him.

Tone surprised as he opened one small tear of paper from Fitri. His breath was slightly choked while reading the different writing that was there.

Jutek! It's so nice to see you again. Go home to school wait for me! I'm gonna say something. Important!!!

Nada realized, she was still upset at Sam. To the extent that he had to block contact with his upperclassman. It might be overkill, but he was deliberately looking for safety. In fact, Dika, his neighbor once asked him why he blacklocked his friend's contact list. Tone refused to answer. Not important.

Until, the break has arrived. The examinees immediately went out of the room one by one. Tone of relief, when Ando had pulled Sam out of class first. There was at least some time for her to give her answer to Sam.

"Fit, waitin," cried Nada when Fitri was up. He packed his stationery and immediately ran a small approach to Fitri. Not forgetting he took his phone which was in cardboard. On the watchdog table.

"Na, can I have a nanya?"

"Yes. Ask a Fit. Use all permission," replied Nada while hooking the hand on Fitri's arm.

"So, what's Sam saying?" ask Fitri

The tone stopped and turned quickly at Fitri. His face warmed as he remembered the word for word Sam wrote. "What's that about?" elakk.

"Answer dong! Kepo, here, me!" Persuade Fitri while following the steps of Nada.

"No writing, Fit," said Nada again.

"Don't boong, deh. I see, loh."

Tone continued to be evasive despite Fitri's allegations being true.

"OK, deh, okay. It must be a secret, Dad."

"It's the other one, deh. Uh we're samperin Via yeah, this is over." Intentionally Tone diverts the conversation.

Fitri nodded. "Your tumbens aren't one space?"

"Hm. I'm absent as he is, far away. So, until the third grade exam will definitely be separated," replied Nada as he continued to step up.

"It can be familiar, anyway. You guys have been close a long time, huh?" ask Fitri when he has set foot in the main courtyard of the school.

"Yes. From TK, even." Tone laughed and pointed at Via who was already on the garden chair. Not to forget Nada also invited Fitri to participate in studying there.

Half an hour has passed. Nada is now sitting in its original place. He glanced at the table dwellers behind him. Still empty.

If he could ask, he wanted Sam not to come back. Excessive indeed, just because he was afraid of getting an answer bill.

Luckily, for two hours, Nada also other examinees were busy with working on the exam text. He put aside his nervousness when accidentally his eyes met Sam's eyes.

Until the time is over, Nada first rushes out of class. Didn't intend to wait like the message Sam wrote earlier.

Sam himself had already run after Nada. But apparently he lost agile. He arrived at the parking lot when Nada had already darted out of school with Via.

He deliberately avoided me. I just wanted to apologize for the difficulty, anyway.

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