The Value of Loyalty
Wrestling

He brought his face closer to Rindi, as if preparing to get a slap.

“Slap me, I won't be angry!”

“Nih!” This time pull Rindi's hand and put it on her own cheek.

“Not to kak.” Rindi who was confused.

“So not angry anymore right?”

“Hemmm.”

“Open block dong. How do I call you?” The ink with a little bit of a squeeze.

Again Rindi just fell silent and began to reach into her canvas sling bag, according to Linggar's pinta. Just being able to obey Linggar, seeing the anger in Linggar's eyes made him seem like he could do nothing.

“Take the money back, I will also save you.”

Rindi just looked down while grabbing the envelope that had been placed on her lap.

Whats? Consecrate? What does that mean?

“You need a snack?”

“Not bother, thanks.” Leachate.

Maybe Linggar should hold back a little to not enjoy the view Rindi was enjoying

snack giving. A new hobby that I don't know since when?

Staring at the lips may be a chattering, complete with chuby cheeks that flower when chewing various kinds of chips.

Talking about money and snacks this time may be a little sensitive. Don't let Riddi think about himself any more.

It's okay, as long as this time he feels he has got an apology from Rindi. At once again looking at Rindi through her phone screen before going to bed.

If he was lucky, maybe he could stare at the black dot on the girl's shoulder.

“We're home?” Ask Rindi.

“Hemm.” Rindi who is still downcast while playing the envelope that has been their discussion since.

And at nightfall, Linggar again contacted Rindi. This time long before bedtime, only to treat the longing he craved just because he did not call before going to bed.

Replacing the nights that have passed without staring at the white shoulder with a black dot.

“Again?” He said excitedly when Rindi had picked up her phone.

“Learn.” Rindi is short, too short to let go of longing.until she decides to divert to

vidio's call.

Now he had seen the figure of Rindi lying on her stomach on the bed, with two books in front of her while

holding ballpoin.

And what he now saw was not only able to treat his longing but was able to heat his soul. White shoulder with black dot decoration on the right.

Rindi who is looking for a good position for her phone to stay standing without having to hold it. Then back to

the original position, and what is it?

Arrrh.

Rindi was propping up a pillow, and what was there looked very soft.

“Rin?”

“Hemmmm.”

Is this girl unconscious?

It was not only her appearance that made Linggar like a hot worm, but also the position of the girl.

And very comfortable with that position, making it seem like he wanted to take a jacket and then attach it to Rindi's body so that the soft ones were covered.

“Rindi.” He said while holding back. Maybe he was almost frustrated to see the current state of Rindi.

“Why brother? I heard it by the way.” Without staring at Linggar.

“Ngapain?”

I also learned again.

“No one is. What's up?” This time the girl gazed towards the phone screen which featured a Linggar lying on its side.

Then what should Linggar say?

“No papa, Just want to see you.”

“Would you like bobo again?”

Bobo's? Like a little boy.

Rindi could not imagine this one man, were his days more spent just to sleep?

Though this was just what time, it was still far from his bedtime. Then what about men who stay up more often than women.

And it seemed like he made the right decision, going into the room to contact Rindi. What if Arman Langung robs his phone and sees Rindi's situation like this.

Oh, naw! Can't happen.

“Rin, if anyone calls you often?”

“Ada.” His speech is short, but able to make Linggar eyes perfectly rounded. What if a man? Then look at Rindi with such circumstances.

“Chick or guy.”

“Cowok.” Rindi's answer just burned her heart.

“Vidio call too?” If just calling is okay, as long as you don't get a vidio call.

“Iya.”

Geez! He was almost emotionally burned.

“You lift?”

“Yes, that! Name is also a call. If not picked up, you can call until morning. Kan ribet's. Good if only

call, well if you get kidnapped?”

“You've been kidnapped?”

“Iya, once. Hopefully only once in a lifetime well?”

Is it a question, or a request.

“Who's kidnapped?”

“Cowok crazy, college basketball player.”

“Buahahah.” His laughter immediately broke, when he realized that it was he who had been the discussion of Rindi since then. Especially when he was crazy.

At least he was a little more relieved, because only he called Rindi.

“Rin, I want to talk!”

“By the way, from earlier also did what?”

“Iya, but you don't get mad huh?”

How, the hawa directly not delicious gini?

“Tomorrow the night if I call you, don't wear that kayak again!" Her request.

"I'm tempted to see you.”

Ah, my goodness. Rindi just realized with her appearance and a slightly hot position maybe if seen by the eyes of men. Can't believe? Just ask Linggar.

“Crazy boy.” Rindi is seen reaching for the phone and turning off the call with a flushed face.

Making the man over there could only continue his booming laughter filling the room. Can be ascertained

that girl must be ashamed of her death.

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Half an hour Linggar waited for Rindi's call at the basecamp, until she decided to call first.

“Rin, finished what time?”

“Emmm brother, I went home the same Lilis Early first yah!”

Someone there seemed to be shouting. “We are in the clinic kak, equal foot hand Rindi injured abis wrestling.”

What wrestling? That is to say.

“Kok can?” He was curious but immediately got up from his seat and then ran a little towards the campus clinic. He no longer ignored the noise that sounded there seemed to be arguing because he chose to keep his phone in his pants pocket.

Arriving at the clinic, he tried to break through the group of people who seemed to be Rindi's friends. Making his heart seem to race faster, especially when he got his girlfriend is now sitting in a clinic bed.

“What's up?” He asked when he was right next to Rindi.

“Udah spelled Rindi abis wrestling.” The answer sounded a little judes out of who, because the voice was from behind Linggar.

To Be Continued!

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