The Naughty Disciple Trap
Damnit damnit!

Satria returned to the court with two basketballs, she glanced at the indifferent-looking Mashayu with a sullen face. Want to feel closer and apologize but, the situation is not possible because, will be many students who are suspicious of the relationship between the two.

The assessment starts, one by one the students advance according to the sequence of absent numbers. Satria pays attention, calculates, and assigns value. It got to where Mashayu came forward and started throwing the ball into the basketball hoop. Mashayu's skills are quite good, within a minute has been entered repeatedly and not much is missed. His movements were agile and invited the cheers of the students who saw him.

The time given is only 3 minutes and must be able to enter a minimum of 15 times if you want a value above seventy.

"Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two...."

"The queen spirit master!" the cheers from the students back there were so loud.

"Awas exchange the ball with Shay's own ball!"

"Cepet Shay added again, time is running out."

"Twenty-four, twenty-five..." Shayu seemed focused until at the last second, he still had a chance to throw the ball once again before the time was completely up.

"Twenty ....."

Dugh

"Ow..."

"Satria sir!"

"Shayu ringnya why move to the head of Mr Satria? You are not him!" chirps Typhoon ngasal makes Shayu staring panted.

The other students noticed and immediately moved to approach their teacher. A strong enough throw made the ball come in tight and somehow in the last second shot towards Satria.

Satria who is recording the value can not be evasive when the ball comes, as a result of hitting him and now the forehead is flushed with the head feels smelly.

Satria bent her body with her hands against her knees. The disciples approached with worry and then excitedly asked her condition.

"You go back to your original position, the assessment continues and I ask one of you to count it!" Since there were still a few more disciples, Satria decided to continue the assessment while she pulled over to the side of the field for a break.

Since then Shayu just silently watched without coming closer. Still seeming indifferent to what happened with Satria.

All the disciples refocused and Cakra approached Satria, who had been twitching his temple.

"Mumet Masse?" ask Cakra in a soft voice.

"Hmmm..."

"It's a drink!" Cakra gave Satria a drinking bottle containing her mineral water. Then it was quickly received and drunk by Satria.

Cakra turned his head towards Shayu who threw away his face sitting next to Arita. Satria also turned to him, annoyed when the perpetrator had no stale bases at all.

"Shay, pity Mr. Satria. Samperin! As if you are apologizing to Mr. Satria. That bump on her head, you ruined her good-looking appearance" Arita sneered, trying to make Shayu apologize. Arita wondered why Mashayu did not look guilty at all.

"Ck, wait here, don't come with me!" Shayu immediately stood up and stepped closer to Satria, lazy once he had to face the husband again when the heart was wounded because of his sword-like speech.

Two pairs of eyes met with a feeling of annoyance. Cakra sees no spark of emotion in the eyes Shayu chooses to cover helping her friend to count.

"illness?" shayu asked with her flat attitude.

"You think?"

"Not so much pain in my heart as a result of the throwing of a sentence from your sharp tongue!" mashayu answered with a face full of disappointment and teary eyes. Shayu left after taking his handkerchief and wet it with cold water left over from Satria drinking earlier. He attached it to Satria's forehead and passed without returning a sound.

The next lesson is back in the beginning, Shayu followed the lesson half-heartedly until in the break the girl looked moody and just stirring her food without taste.

The friends also pay attention in wonder, wanting to feel they ask but, undo his intention after seeing the tear from Shayu into the meatballs.

"Asin I've got meatballs!" whispered the Typhoon to his two best friends.

"Diemin don't be disturbed! If you want to take the meatballs, dear Mubazir. See if later also in vain stay that meatball bowl," said Arita with a soft word.

Cakra did not come along, he knew very well if Shayu's attitude had anything to do with his brother. Therefore, Cakra did not want to talk. It is better to leave it alone because the problem is already concerning the household.

Until at the time of returning to school Mashayu also refused to be taken home by Arta. He just stared at Arta in silence and went back to taking no care.

"Darling..."

"My name is Shayu!" he nodded with an almost inaudible voice.

"Yes Shayu, why sich? Any issues?" arta asked, she was sure Shayu was not okay. Seen once from the face of his joints even though he is currently putting on a jutek face.

"I want to go home next time!" ketus Shayu's.

Arta shook her head looking at Shayu's long steps running towards the car. As girlfriend Arta is confused by Mashayu's attitude which is difficult to approach.

"Actually you consider me what sich Shay?" arta's murmured was heard by the man standing not far from her. The man had since noticed a pair of lovers with the girl who left disappointed.

Shayu drives her car with a bad heart, not wanting to go home to her husband but, what about her in-laws? Shayu seemed fed up with Satria's attitude that made him so upset.

Shayu's car pulled over, he got down and noticed one of his car's tires leaking. "Damn!" objurgation. Mashayu kicked her car tire repeatedly. An upset heart is getting angry. He's pinching his temple at a loss as to who to call.

Shayu tries to contact Cakra, but his call is not answered. Perhaps, because even Cakra is on its way. Mashayu stood leaning back against the car by staring at the streets that began to be quiet. Understandably it is almost the village border because, Satria house that already includes the countryside unlike Mashayu house located in the city. So the more afternoon the rider with private transportation only passing by.

Tin

Tin

Tin

Shayu's body gasped after hearing the horn behind her. Mashayu quickly turned to see who was surprised.

Shayu again threw his face when he found out who the person who sounded the horn was. He returned to his original position without caring about Satria getting off his bike.

"Why?" ask Satria kalem.

"Look at yourself!" ketus Mashayu, he was lazy to explain and let Satria check for herself what happened to his car.

"leaked?" lirih Satria after finding out what happened so that Mashayu stranded here. "Follow me! The car let the workshop staff take it."

"No way!" answer Shayu kekeh.

"Keep aside, let's go home!"

Shayu was still reluctant to see what else received Satria's invitation. His sense of regret had not yet arisen, until where he felt his hand touched gently and led up to the man's motorbike.

"It's Master Gamon I'm not sich?"