The False Lover the Culun
Chapters 16. The beginning changes destiny

For my best friend,

Our friendship is like twilight.

Just looking at you can calm me down.

Just parting with you for a moment, then a sense of longing will come to me without excuse.

Just hearing your babble can give me a sense of comfort.

You are my best friend, every look of yours radiates sincerity without me having to prove it again.

You're my best friend, I can always make it one of my places to go home.

You are my best friend, your shoulder can always be a backrest for hours listening to all my hilarities and kejahmu.

I hope our friendship will carve a happy impression until the end of life.

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# Sherina POV #

“I'm sorry to be honest with Harsya!” Narrator.

Well, I'm really sorry.

Since the night turned blue, exactly 3 months ago, when we both chose to uncover what we had been hiding all along.

Since then, I don't know how many fashionable clothes with contemporary style that Harsya gave me.

I always wanted to resist, but the man would sulk like a child when I did.

Like a mission, Harsya always wanted me to leave the image of a geeky and ugly girl who has been my identity for years, or rather Fake Identity, Harsya said.

Although he often feels annoyed, but I understand if all of that is done by Harsya with good reason.

But I am comfortable with my current appearance. To be honest, I'm still traumatized by what a person can do if they're jealous.

And I still believe I can avoid that by hiding behind this look.

My focus is now only one, I will change my destiny. And my first target was to move out of the warehouse where I've been all along.

I'm grateful for this place, but I can't stay here forever. I have to make progress.

Tok...

The sound of knocking on the door of the warehouse along with me who has finished preparing and will immediately leave for the classroom which is located not far from the warehouse where I live.

“Who came this early? Is it possible Harsya? But I doubt if he can wake up this early, my inner”.

Czech....

And.... "Aaaaaarrrrggghhhh Harsya!” my yelling.

Usil Harsya forcibly took the large glasses that had already perched sweetly on my face.

I ran after Harsya who was further away from me.

“Give me back my glasses Harsya,” I shouted in my breath that was increasingly hunting.

I'm getting tired of running, but there's no way I'm going to college without those glasses. I can see how my true form is revealed.

Braaaack.....

“Auuuccchhh,” ringisku.

I fell down after accidentally hitting someone.

It felt like my b*kong was very sick after kissing directly with the marble floor that I swept and peeled a few hours ago.

I blinked my eyes many times when I saw a hand outstretched to help me stand up.

Because very rarely are people willing to help me in this condition, usually they will also laugh at me.

“What's it about not wearing glasses so you don't see my hands helping?” said a man.

“I know this voice, my inner”.

I looked up to prove my conjecture, and binggo.

This hand belongs to Mr. Sadewa, one of my lecturers whom I did not recognize.

The snap of a finger right in front of my face brought me back from my daydream.

I jumped when I saw Mr. Sadewa's face was suddenly very close to my face.

“What is my face that scary?” he asked with a frowning forehead.

I immediately stood up while shaking.

I don't want Mr. Sadewa to be more offended.

“Sorry sir, I was just surprised that suddenly your face was in front of me,” I answered honestly.

"What I'm not honest, if in my heart I had time to worship the good looks of your face Mr. Lecturer," my mind.

“Not a problem,” reply with a smile.

It was enough to make me relieved that he was not offended.

“But...” Mr. Sadewa hung up his sentence.

Not even my lecturer finished his speech, The biang kerok finally returned.

“Sherin,” call it.

“I thought you finally gave up on me for not chasing me anymore,”.

“But in fact you are even cool to chat here,” he said while glancing cynically at Mr. Sadewa.

Immediately I pinched Harysa's arm, making the man grimace, “It is polite to talk, Mr. Sadewa this is our lecturer,” I whispered to Harsya.

“Sorry Sir, did you want to say what yah?” my question after turning my attention back to Mr. Sadewa.

Mr. Sadewa shook his head, “Nothing,” he replied, “Actually I was wondering what was different from your face, but I finally knew the answer.”

Mr. Sadewa seems to like hanging his words.

“It turns out you are more beautiful if without glasses,”.

Then with his leisure Mr. Sadewa turned around and walked away leaving me and Harsya.

Leaving me behind. Because I believe my face is now blushing due to the praise of handsome young lecturers like Mr. Sadewa.

I didn't realize that Harsya was looking at my face,

“Sherin, did you just blush for the compliment from the red car?”

The useless question from Harsya managed to push me down after I had just flown up into the clouds. And it turns out falling it hurts.

“Basic best friend luck-nut!” rutukla.

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The sneer, the cynical look, even the ones blatantly blaspheming me are no stranger to me.

Since Harsya decided to continue her education at the same campus as me, it made the students flocked to seek the attention of the model.

And again, finally I was the one who returned to being a gossip among women who in their name as a group of admirers of Harsya Baskara.

If it was in High School, since I became Gibran's fake lover then no one else dared to bully me, even glancing they felt reluctant. All because they're afraid of Gibran

Different now with Harsya. His profession as a model and public figure makes him have to maintain the image as a handsome, kind, and friendly man.

That's why the man always asked me not to put in my heart all the cruel sayings of people who are actually just jealous.

“Thank you, let the haters harvest sins,” so advice Harsya, if He is in wise fashion.

Although impressed indifferent and indifferent, Harsya will try to always accompany me as long as we are on campus.

It's like envelopes and stamps, it can be like Upin and Ipin, wherever I and Harsya are always together.

A lot of people thought we were lovers, a very mismatched couple.

To me, me and Harsya are like a mother and her chicks. For example, like today, every class I and Harsya will always sit side by side.

Harsya who was still sleepy lay her face on the table while waiting for the lecturer, while I will be in charge of waking him if the lecturer has arrived.

But I was again made to sculpt when I saw the figure of Mr. Sadewa, for the first time teaching in class. Usually he will be represented by a teaching assistant.

I saw Mr. Sadewa now staring at me as well, immediately I turned my gaze. I was still nervous when I remembered what happened this morning.

“Sherina,” exclaim Mr. Sadewa.

“Sherina,” call her once again.

“Sherina,” third time and honestly I didn't hear it.

The praise of Mr. Sadewa this morning continued to ring in my ear.

“Woiii Cupuuuu, you are called Pak tuh lecturer!” shouted one of the female coeds members of the Harsya fan club.

And sure enough, when I looked back at Mr. Sadewa he was now shaking his head and holding back a laugh.

“Thy... I'm Shy,” my inner.

“Sherina, if your friend still wants to sleep you should just tell him to go home,”, said Mr. Sadewa softly.

“I... Yes Sir,” reply me while patting Harsya's shoulder.

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I haven't worked in a fast food restaurant since I was working part-time as a private tutor to a little girl named Zaskia, a 4th grader at Elementary School.

I was able to get this job also did not escape the help of Harsya.

Zaskia's mother, Kiara, is a career woman who works as a leader of one of the private banks.

Ms. Kiara is very good, she recommended me to a tutoring institution, which from today will officially be my place to work at night.

As usual, when I arrived at Zaskia's house, the little girl was playing with her nanny.

“Hai Kia,” my handkerchief.

“Sister Sherina,” reply with a smile.

“So, what exciting events happened today?” I asked as usual to start our study session, and was always greeted enthusiastically by the little girl.

Two hours Zaskia and I studied together, and the rest of us would exchange stories and joke around together while waiting for Harsya to pick me up.

I really enjoyed every second I spent with Zaskia. The little girl reminded me of my late sister Shafiyyah.

“Zask......... Dear.... Papa came home,” heard the scream of a man made me and Zaskia turn simultaneously to the source of the voice.

The deg!

And for the third time on the same day, I was again surprised by the owner of the voice.

“Papa...” replied Kia cheerfully then ran towards the man she called Papa.

“Pa-pa,” lirihku.

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