The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 4. I'm back

Even though I'm not a good person to you, I,

But never leave me alone, teach me to be good first.

Although I am not the one who will be in your heart,

But never leave me alone, no crap,

Learn to accept my presence in your heart.

Even if I'm not the one who hurt you,

But don't ever hesitate to come to me, please,

I'll be here, waiting for you to hug me.

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# Gibran POV #

About 14 hours have passed since my decision to return to Indonesia, my homeland.

After a long debate with my father that will always be won by him, I finally have to be willing to give up my dream for a career in rally car racing.

It was not me who asked to be born to two parents whose profession was in the world of education, and asked God why not give me a brother who could be heir other than myself.

Well, I'm Gibran El-Fatih. Heir of El-Fatih Insan Unggul, an International-class private school from Kindergarten to University.

My father Nadim El-Fatih, the owner, founder, and leader of El-Fatih Insan Unggul, is a father figure that is almost perfect for me. Assertive, authoritative, high social spirit, never distinguish others based on their social status.

My father is very concerned about the progress of education in this country, if you want to win his heart, then be a smart person and easily you will be liked by him.

Unlike my mother, Farrah Kaira, rector at El-Fatih University. Do not be surprised if you meet him and he will look at your appearance, for him the appearance reflects the person.

For my mother, someone had to understand the seeds, bebet, and weights to know where the place was.

So it's been since I was a child that I built invisible walls for my relationship with Mom, but not with Dad.

My relationship with Dad was very close, especially when I agreed to move to London with my two cousins.

But everything changed when Dad found out that I had been racing rally cars for 2 years.

The father who always supported me, now no more. Now my father is like my mother, who forced her will on me.

Feeling unable to control me if I stayed in London, Dad forced me to go home to Indonesia and leave the rally race that accompanied my last 2 years.

And this is where I now sit in the business class of an airplane, which will take me back home to the country where I was born.

The last two hours in the air, I use to think about what interesting things I will do later in a country that has many rules, norms of customs and customs that apply in the Community.

My memory then brings to the figure of the girl I met about 5 or 6 years ago.

“Sherina, how are you? Will we meet? Hopefully, until there is something good I get with my return, I miss you,” inner Gibran.

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Although I must admit, I was lucky to be born with the background of the El-Fatih family and then supported by the handsome face I have, I am sure wherever I will always be the center of attention.

But unfortunately, I don't like that.

It's not that I'm the kid I'm going to be, but I don't like pleasantries. I'm most angry to see someone, especially if the woman is acting fake.

Like today, the first day I went back to my father's school.

This morning I have been made uncomfortable by the gazes of the girls since my first steps in this place.

Luckily there were three friends of mine as a child Bara, Kaif, and Faqih also attended school here.

Until the break came, we were enjoying a meal in the cafeteria, when a girl greeted me with her pot of food.

“Hai...Gibran.”

Now this is for example, made-up behavior, fake behavior.

But I still allow my view lazily to the source of the sound, “Cih... Soraya,”.

But when I want to refocus on my food, I see the bluish ash netra that I have always missed for 5 years.

“My beautiful girl, Sherina,”patinku.

My gaze continued to focus on the girl who had the same eyes as my Sherina.

That beautiful eyeball, he hid it behind a big, thick, though smooth-skinned glasses but if he covered it with such oversized clothes then no one would notice.

With the hair tied with origin, seemed untidy, I'm more sure if this geeky girl is not my Sherina.

Since then our eyes have been locked on each other. If I compare her to my Sherina, roughly what the girl thinks of me.

“Sherina... My food where beg*!” aya snapped to her surprise until she decided on our view.

“But her name is also Sherina, what a coincidence can fit this, my inner”.

I observed, the girl hastily prepared food for Soraya. Another girl seems to be helping him.

“She's my girlfriend, just be careful if you mess around,” said Faqih after patting my shoulder.

“Si Culun's, your girlfriend?” many ensure.

“Si Culun? The sherina? No, Naila is my girlfriend,” Faqih explained as she pointed towards the girl who helped Si Culun.

“So from earlier you noticed it was Sherina?” continued.

“Gue is tired of seeing the clear in London, I am curious about what he closed,”, I replied to a laugh by Faqih.

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One day I was ditching while enjoying a cigarette next to the school toilet, and I saw Bara and Soraya stepping hurriedly into one of the toilet cubicles.

“Do not-don't.. the two of them, “.

And sure enough, not long ago the grusuk grasak sound coupled with Soraya's disgusting voice was heard.

“Si*lan, basic not capital,” inner me.

My smoking activity was finally over, I just wanted to leave, but I saw the steps of the Culun who wanted to go into the toilet stopped and obviously I saw her hand tremble.

The geeky was glued to his place, while the sound from the toilet room grew more and more.

“There's something wrong, my inner”.

I asked him to get in my car and he complied without a refusal.

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I immediately moved at high speed. I don't know where I'm headed, the important thing is I want this girl to stop crying.

I patted my car for a moment, slowly reaching for the thick glasses that were disturbing his cries.

“You are him,” I see.

“What happened to you to be like this, my inner” when I managed to prove my suspicions.

“What's up? Why are you crying like this? Do you like Bara to cry like this?” my pedicabs.

He answered with his head, making my heart feel calm.

Then Sherina's story flows about the abuse Bara and Aya did to her.

“Bangs*t, I will beat him,” my resolve is full of emotion, my hands are already firmly clenched

But Si Culun, my Sherina is holding back my anger.

“Please don't, I don't want any commotion. My scholarship is threatened,” the door by welding.

Seeing that all I had was a sneaky idea. I can take this opportunity to protect her. I'll find out what happened to her, and lastly I'll make her fall in love with me.

“OK, I won't fuss about it. But from now on you are my girlfriend, and I do not accept rejection,”.

And finally, the one I missed the last 5 years, became mine.

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I felt relieved, I was finally able to protect Sherina from the bullying that Soraya and the others had engaged in.

I can see the envious gazes of the girls at school on Sherina.

“Sherinderella,” that's how the girls nicknamed my lover.

There are also many who do not believe, including my close friends. On Bara and Kaif I only answered with jokes they like, “Outside it can be geeky, but in it not lose, make a bill,” answered me origin and finally they believe.

If Faqih is cuek, but not Naila. The girl from the neighboring country continued to attack me with questions and warnings.

But no one is perfect in this world, I am rich and handsome, finally have to show my possessive, jealous, and temperamental attitude that is sometimes difficult for me to control.

That night we were all gathered at a nightclub, including my Sherina. I could feel how uncomfortable she was, so I never once let go of my embrace of her.

As all the people disappeared, only me and Sherina were left at the table. I told myself to kiss her lips instead of replying but Sherina pushed me away.

I'm upset mixed with shame, finally yl⁵⁵

“Hey, what's wrong with you?” gruntuku, “Why refuse to kiss huh?” my snapping.

“I can't, I don't have feelings for you, my feelings already belong to someone else,” Sherina replied.

And with that answer, Sherina managed to wake up the demon inside of me that I held captive all this time.

From that night on, I was determined to spend as much time with her as possible.

I asked her to stay in the apartment with me, but she refused.

As a result he had to walk from his house to my apartment every morning just to wake me up and make breakfast and my needs.

Every time I go home from school I will take her home together to my apartment, for various reasons, starting from cleaning or other work.

Until one afternoon at the apartment, I just got back to trying to hug her but soon Sherina refused me again.

I became very upset, coupled with the fact that he didn't remember who I was, even though I occasionally coded.

A message that came into my phone further clouded the atmosphere.

A message containing photos of Sherina being with a male friend.

“Si*lan, even with this ugly appearance but you still dare to play behind me!” I was full of emotion.

Sherina who stared back at me sharply more and more ignited my emotions, I destroyed all the things that were nearby, made her afraid to cry.

"A geeky girl like you should know who's dealing with."

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It hasn't been 10 months since I forced Sherina to be my girlfriend.

Every day is still the same, I've been determined not to stop torturing him until he stops saying that his heart already belongs to someone else, "Bangs*t, how dare the Culun like other men" I said.

Tonight's gonna be a prom night after the graduation announcement, and I'm forcing Sherina to come out as her real self.

Turns out my decision was wrong, more and more male friends tried to approach him, including Bara.

My emotions were running high when I saw Sherina not resisting when a man hugged her.

With wide steps I approached the two. I'll take one punch in the face of the man who dared to touch mine.

Without caring for the other person's gaze, I dragged Sherina roughly out of the place where the party was.

I'm taking Sherina to my apartment, where we've been passing day after day for 10 months.

I follow the roughness of his mane, the emotion of jealousy has taken hold of me.

"Say he's that guy?" my many.

Instead of answering and apologizing, Sherina defended herself. I became even more upset, I slapped her once more on her pretty face.

“Please forgive me for stopping,” my inner self.

But it turns out Sherina's still adamant that she's innocent and doesn't answer to me.

And for the third time, I put another slap in his face.

Then.. Sherina's body collapsed, she fainted.

And I'm sorry.

“I'm sorry.” My inner.

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