Try my Love
Chapter 24's

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The break time was changed to the lesson time. All students of Pelita Bangsa High School re-entered their respective classes. So did Fiki who had returned to class, after taking the exam sheet in the teacher's room.

"Shared with me!" tell Mr. Anam on Fiki.

"Well sir," Fiki began handing out the sheets to the owner.

Nothing caught Fiki's attention, until finally a piece of paper in his hand bearing his name made him round his eyes. He was silent for a moment where he was standing now. Looked hard at the paper. 'My campus! 'Inner Fiki.

Long enough Fiki looked at him, until the voice of Mr. Anam admonished him to continue the division of the answer sheet replicates to his friends.

"Fiki! What's up?" ask Mr. Anam from the teacher's desk.

Fiki who felt called immediately turned his head to the source of the sound and shook his head slowly. Then, put the rest of the sheet at the bottom and continue what Mr. Anam ordered before.

After all the replay sheets were shared, Fiki again sat on his bench with a face that could not be interpreted.

Mr. Anam cleared his throat, "Good children, it was your repetition last week. The value you get is a representation of your learning efforts. So, I hope with this you can evaluate each of you," said Mr. Anam softly.

"Good sir!" compact grade 11 IPS 1.

"How did it go? Satisfying?" asked Mr. Anam who made all students look down at their respective repetitions.

"Alhamdulillah" sumringah Fajri.

"Lumayan lah dapet 75 is important not under KKM," Gilang smiled horse.

Then the two of them looked back, precisely towards Fiki.

Of course they are both curious about the value of Fiki which incidentally is a smart child in his old school. That shouldn't change now. It is possible that Fiki will achieve the first achievement in this school with the category of getting the best grades in the class.

"How much is Fik?" ask Fajri to see Fiki.

There was no response from Fiki. Fajri was astonished when he saw Fiki's reddened face. His jaw hardened with a flat look forward.

Fajri and Gilang, who had received no reply from Fiki, turned to bow their gaze towards a piece of paper on Fiki's desk. Slowly Fiki squeezed the paper into a small circle.

Seeing that, Fajri and Gilang widened their eyes and looked back at Fiki's face.

"Fic! Kok Lo__"

"And I congratulate Cantika Aulia for achieving the highest grade in the class with a score of 100!" said Mr. Anam made Fajri cut his words.

Prok prok prok

Clapping rumbles echoed in the 11th grade IPS 1 addressed by Cantika. His friends gave him a smile of congratulations. Likewise with Cantika who is now painted a smile on her tiny lips.

"Thank you all!" cantika said to her classmates. "Thank you sir!" he continued while bowing his respect to Mr. Anam.

Mr. Anam nodded, "Father hope you can maintain your grades and continue learning! Remember that! do not be easily satisfied in demanding knowledge," said Mr. Anam. Cantika nodded steadily.

"Good kids. I ask that tomorrow you collect your answer sheet again to father yes. Don't forget to ask for your parents' signatures. Understood?" ask Mr. Anam.

"Eye sir."

Gilang immediately wanted to curse, "Die me!" not Gilang, it was Fiki who cursed. Before Gilang put out his sacred words.

Fajri twisted his body backwards with raised eyebrows.

"Why Fik? Lo's value is bad?" terka Fajri can't believe it.

"Where is the lithe again paper," added Gilang who stared at the paper slices in Fiki's grasp.

Fiki threw the circle of paper right at Gilang. Gilang nimbly caught it and opened the paper to see the numbers written there.

After trying to eliminate the folds even though they are not perfect, Gilang finally managed to see clearly the numbers written in red ink there. Gilang sumput rounded his eyes.

"Crazy Lo Fik?!" Gilang stared hard at Fiki. Fiki just bowed with both hands clenched.

The curious Fajri immediately took the paper from Gilang's hand and looked at it carefully.

After knowing how much value his best friend got, Fajri narrowed his eyes. See Gilang and Fiki in turn.

"What the hell are you two so weird! People of good value like this really," wondered Fajri.

"Eighty-five Fik. Why are you afraid you'll die?" Fajri thrust the paper in front of Fiki. "Unless you get the value of Gilang kayak, just pantes by the way," kekeh Fajri.

"Damn Lo!" Crossed over Fajri's head making the owner grimace in pain.

"Good for you guys is not necessarily good for my bokap," flat Fiki. Fajri and Gilang looked at each other.

"I mean Lo?" ask Gilang.

"I'm Abis!" Fiki smiled smirk.

Again, the two Fiki sohibs just stared at each other and spread their shoulders.

Brocade

"God! Three boys in the back seat! Why even talk to yourself?!" gertak Pak Anam made Fajri and Gilang immediately justify their sitting position.

"Everyone please pay attention! We'll continue with the next material!" said Mr. Anam who now began writing on a large board hanging in front of the class.

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At 15:30 the new Fiki arrived home. He climbed the stairs and entered his room. After closing the room door, Fiki immediately threw his bag in any direction, then laid his body on the mattress. Slowly his fingers opened one by one his school shirt.

Look at the ceiling of his room. His mind wanders into the future.

Fiki was breathing tired. "That's so much me!!!" fiki growled while ruffling her hair.

"If Papa finds out...."

"Thurghhhh!" fiki shouted to make him wake up from his bed.

"When was I not focused?! Why should I think about that?!!" sorry Fiki.

"Oh God!!" Fiki held her hand up while looking up.

Tok tok tok tok

Someone's voice knocked on Fiki's room door. Make Fiki hurry to open it.

The door opens, revealing a woman who is very dear to Fiki and also loves him.

"Mama, what's wrong?" ask Fiki.

"Yes, ma. But Fiki wants to take a shower first. Sultry," said Fiki while shaking his shirt.

"Jaudah if that is it. Mama wait below ya," Bu Ani stroked the top of Fiki's head.

"OK ready," Fiki gave his thumbs up.

After bathing and praying ashar, Fiki intends to tidy up his books before going down to eat. One by one, the book was out. Now he met again with a repeat answer sheet that made his heart riled up since then.

Fiki stared at the paper. His current thought was will his father forgive him this time? I don't know. He could only pray that his father would understand him. And Fiki promised himself that he would correct all his mistakes.

Drtt Drtt

A voice call from a contact named Fajri on Fiki's phone, made him immediately pick up the call.

"Hello, Assalamualaikum" said Fiki.

"Waallaikumussalam's chat. Fik can I ask for help?" fajri said from across the street.

"What?"

"long story. Go straight to Rick's workshop. Oiya don't forget to bring Lo's guitar okay!"

"Well?" confused Fiki.

"I'll see you in the workshop. Cepetan Lo here. Emergency!" heboh Fajri's.

"Why not talk on the phone?!" fiki Protest.

"Will you help me?"

"Yes, yes, I will."

"Yes went straight to the shop. Not much of a cake!" Fajri Skak.

Tut

Fajri turned off the call unilaterally. Makes Fiki smile.

"Ni son really-no morality yes. Fortunately, I. If not!" Fiki glared at his phone. "I'm nothing at all," Fiki curled her lips down while shrugging her shoulders.

As Fajri ordered, Fiki immediately rushed to pick up the guitar and went to Ricky's workshop. Without continuing to finish the book. Because of his voice, it seems like Fajri does need help from him immediately.

Before going to the shop. Fiki had an argument with his mother. About the dinner earlier. Luckily, my mom allowed Fiki to leave. But on the condition of having to eat when going with Fajri later.

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"Bang," Fiki yelled at Ricky who happened to be struggling with one of the iron horses in his workshop.

"Eh Fiki's. Nyari Fajri huh?" ask Ricky.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Kirain wants free nyari again," kekeh Farhan who suddenly frowned.

"Et already bang sirik aja Lo," replied Fiki.

"Fajri's in the dalem, come in" Ricky's friend.

"OKAY. Thanks bang," Fiki smiled at Ricky. Then look at Farhan with a soft-spoken commotion.

"Basic bocil!" ledek Farhan on Fiki who started to enter the room.

Arriving inside, Fiki could immediately see the stature of a Fajri who was tying shoelaces.

"Jri!" greet Fiki who is now sitting next to Fajri.

"Eh Fik" Fajri turned to Fiki for a moment and focused on tying his shoelaces again.

"Thanks so much for coming!"

"Yes alike. What do you want to ask for help anyway?"

Fajri confirmed his sitting position and looked at Fiki. "So gini, I was working part time as a band singer in the cafe. Well, I usually work with Zweitson. But today he's permission because there's another family event. That's why I asked Lo to replace him with a band," explained Fajri.

"Lo work?" Fiki did not suspect.

"Yes. Yes, I want to help my brother. Masa' My brother slammed his own bones to help us both? Yes, I as a sister do not have the heart," said Fajri.

"Rick Rick Permin's bang?"

"Yes. But I have to promise to focus on my school." Fiki mangosteen.

"So how? Do you want to? One day," Fajri pleaded.

"I'll get a salary. Let's split two, how?" Fajri pulled down his eyebrows.

"Reverse what time? I'm afraid I'll say again if I go home malem," said Fiki.

"Even so. I've been a virgin like Lo pik," Fajri kekeh.

"That's not it, bro! You don't know how I'm like it," rent Fiki.

"How did you feel?"

"My opinion is very disciplined and hard to educate their children" said Fiki.

"Owh. Do you want to?" ask Fajri again.

"You are. This could in part develop my talent, and then again," they both laughed crisply.

"Well, that's gas!" Fajri snatched his motor contact followed by Fiki who walked outside.

...TBC...

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