Try my Love
Chapter 22's
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Barrel looks at himself in the mirror. Scrutinized every inch of her tiny body. Her hair was one pigtail, with a plain white T-shirt and black training pants and a small towel hanging around her neck looking perfect.
Today is the weekend. After a solid activity for one week, Laras and Cantika decided to jog early in the morning. In addition to relieving stress, also to keep their bodies fit.
After finishing reflecting, Laras went straight to Cantika's house after saying goodbye to the mother. Do not forget the colored sports shoes are attached to his feet.
Arriving at the Cantika house. It turned out that the owner was warming up while waiting for his best friend to arrive. The barrel directly approached Cantika while jogging.
"Let's go straight to the park!" said Baras without stopping running.
"No warming up?" cantika asked a little screamed, because Laras was getting away.
"It will also be hot itself if made jogging," replied Laras with his leisure.
Cantika just shook his head slowly and immediately followed Laras towards the park.
It is not unusual for the park to look very crowded today. Many people deliberately come to exercise or relax.
Some are jogging, playing bicycles, aerobic exercise, and many other activities. Understand weekend.
"If tired to say, we will rest first," said a man to his friend who was jogging along.
"Gue isn't as weak as that time," she replied with a slanted smile.
"Gue tau's. But you have asthma Fik. So don't get too fancied," she said.
"Yes bringel."
The two men are Fajri and Fiki. Today they are also jogging in the park. Fajri who took the initiative to invite Fiki to jog, because lately the child has become quiet and moody. Yes, yes, garalu. So Fajri invited him to jogging in order to forget the problem.
Actually they are not only two but three with Gilang. But doi again there is a family event, so can not come along.
Elsewhere, Laras and Cantika had just entered the park and were directly jogging around the park area.
"Wih crowded also yes," said Cantika in the middle of his jogging.
"If the grave is deserted," sewot Laras who was repaid by the cry of Cantika.
After jogging for about 30 minutes, Fajri and Fiki decided to do a water break.
"Fik I buy a drink first yes," said Fajri with a sharp breath.
"Yes. I'm waiting here," Fiki sat on one of those park benches.
"OK," Fajri immediately walked towards the drink vendor in front of the park area.
Bored, Fiki decided to take a walk to enjoy the beautiful garden and fresh air.
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It seems that enough, Laras and Cantika intend to rest for a while. However, suddenly a brick blocked Laras' steps and made the owner's leg bump and....
Brug
The barrel lost its balance which made its body fall to the ground. The ringing of pain was clearly visible on his face.
Cantika directly aligned her body with Laras, "Laras! You're not pa-pa?" tanyanya panic.
"Shhh..," ringis Laras. "Gue ain't pa-pa."
"What pa-pa? Lo people are in pain! What's that sick?" Cantika stared in the barrel.
"Shhh..," Laras held onto his ankle. "My feet. I think it's a twist."
Cantika immediately looked towards the pain that Laras felt. Sure enough, there's purple in there now.
"Bas, Lo's leg is bruised! Wawat. Must be treated immediately," Cantika.
"We're going home!" bring Cantika.
Laras nodded and tried to stand up. But the pain made it hard to move.
"Aw! Sick," cried Laras.
"Let's help!" Cantika placed Laras' right hand on her neck. Intended to break it.
"Without?! Lo why?" the sound prevents both.
"Fiki?" lirih Cantika's.
Fiki, who had a feeling that the girl before him was not doing well, immediately squatted down.
"Lo why?" ask him once again at Laras.
"Fiki? You're in here?" Barrel cengo.
Fiki just nodded. "Lo why?" ask Fiki with a worried look.
"His leg was the jogging time," was not Laras but Cantika who answered him.
"Oh," said Fiki with a glance at Cantika and back to see Laras.
Laras, who felt strange about Fiki's behavior towards Cantika, stared at the two in turn. Feeling sorry for Cantika who like ignored by Fiki.
"Where's the twist? Let me see," asked Fiki to Laras.
"I-this," answered Laras quivering as he pointed at the part of his leg that felt twitching.
"Ck, this swelling. To the doctor?" tawar Fiki's.
Barrel shook his head quickly. "No need. I'll see, it'll heal too."
"Yes already. I'm anther to the masseuse, huh?" said Fiki.
"But..."
"Udah, no rejection! Later there will be more severe," said Fiki.
The barrel is actually just want. But he felt bad for Cantika. Laras looked at Cantika.
"Eh. yes Race. Bener said Fiki, later if not immediately sorted even more severe," said Cantika with a face that can not be interpreted.
"But..."
"Udah ayok! Here I help," Fiki immediately took over Laras' right hand from Cantika and wrapped it around her neck. With a reflex Cantika stood up and rewinded her body. Giving space to Fiki to help Laras stand up.
Fiki and Laras started walking out of the park area. Meanwhile, Cantika was still glued to the spot with a blank look at the backs of Fiki and Laras who walked in tandem and started to move away.
Worried about his best friend's condition. Cantika dispels all those feelings and catches up with Fiki and Laras who are already getting away.
Arriving in the parking area. Fiki releases Laras' hand and gives it to Cantika so that the girl does not fall. Meanwhile, Fiki picked up his motorbike parked there.
Actually, Fiki and Fajri only carry one motor. If, Fiki leaves without Fajri. Somehow the fate of the boy. Let it be, Fajri is no longer a child.
After riding his bike and wearing a helmet, Fiki told Laras to get on the bike.
"Ehm, I'm the same Tika take a taxi online aja deh Fik," said Laras not nice if leaving Cantika alone.
"Udah, go with me! Let him go home to ride ojol," said Fiki while still looking at Laras. Without even seeing a Cantika Aulia there.
Deg
That sentence, inexplicably so struck Cantika's heart.
'It's the same Lo I'm Fik?' inner Cantika.
'I'm sorry Tik. Actually I also can't bear to admit this to Lo. But this is for the sake of Lo's happiness, ' Inner Fiki
"But..." Baras hesitated.
"Udah no pa-pa Ras. Your wounds should be treated immediately. I don't pa-pa kok ride ojol, it's normal," said Cantika with a smile.
Fiki stole a glance, it was obvious that Cantika was just forcing her smile.
"Lagian Tika must also be tired. Let him go home first," Fiki's alibi.
'Tika? Even now you have not called me beautiful anymore, ' said Cantika. I don't know since when that call meant so much to him.
"Wear the helmet first!" Fiki put a helmet on Laras' head right in front of Cantika's eyes.
The barrel that got such treatment from Fiki just held his breath. I don't know why, he doesn't know either. Heart's pounding.
Seeing Fiki's treatment of Laras, Cantika reminds him of the incident when Fiki first put a helmet on his head before they left together for school at the time. But now he is no longer the one who gets the treatment. But another woman, more precisely her own best friend. Cantika only looked at the two with a sad look.
After that Laras also boarded the Fiki bike and left Cantika there. Somehow his chest feels tight to see the different treatment of Fiki on him.
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Fajri who had just returned with 2 bottles of mineral water felt confused, because he did not find his best friend here.
"Lha, where's the boy? Not waiting here just now," asked Fajri to himself while wailing.
"Fic! Fiki!" he called out to Fiki. Making the people there look at him in wonder.
Fajri did not touch those gazes and remained focused on shouting Fiki's name.
"Fic! Fiki!"
Not getting an answer, Fajri decided to sit down for a while and gulp down one of the mineral waters he bought, before going to look for Fiki.
After the mineral water was drunk to the toilet, Fajri threw the bottle into the trash and walked through the garden area to find Fiki. Don't forget to bring the remaining bottle.
"Fiki! Dimane Lo?!" occasionally Fajri wipes his sweat with a small towel he holds around his neck.
"Fic! Woylah! If you tell me to tell napa!" dumbling.
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Along the way there was no chatter from the two. Until finally, Fiki opened his voice.
"Race hold, fall later."
"HA?!" shouted the obscure Baras with Fiki's voice.
"HOLD ON! YOU'LL FALL DOWN!"
"NO SHOUTING TIMES! I'M NOT BUDEG!" sewot Barrel. The slightly strong wind somewhat disturbed his hearing.
"Yes, hold on!" Fiki lowered her tone.
"HA?!" yell Laras again.
'Astaghfirullah, he said no budeg. But this is not horrifying, ' Fiki smiled stoically.
"HOLD ON! YOU'LL FALL DOWN!" fiki Ngegas.
"Oh yes sorry. It's not clear Fiki!" the Baras reply made Fiki shake his head.
The barrel, which previously held on to the body of the motor, switched to holding the shirt on the waist of Fiki on both sides.
"The real hold dong! Moleor my shirt!" fiki Sarcas.
"Udah is the important handle," cynical Laras.
Not long after, suddenly a cat passed right in front of the Fiki motorbike that was traveling quite fast. As a result, Fiki immediately pulled the brakes.
Chittt
The reflexive barrel instantly closed his eyes and hugged Fiki's waist tightly. Both of their bodies were pushed forward. Fortunately, not to fall.
"Basic cat! Don't see what if you cross?!" dumel Fiki's.
"Thank God, it's okay" he said.
Fiki who felt tight because of Laras hug, patted the back of the girl's hand which was on the front of her body.
"Bag, Race! You're not pa-pa?" ask Fiki.
"I-iya ng-no pa-pa Fik," Laras replied with a quivering voice. The barrel that was about to release the hug was held by Fiki.
"Udah no pa-pa handle only. But don't be pinched yes," said Fiki with the corner of the lips lifted and immediately back forward the bike.
Hearing that the cheeks Laras feels hot. He tried to hold his smile. Don't forget the heartbeat that beats so fast.
'Oh my God! This really? Not a dream, right?' The barrel bit his lower lip.
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