You're My Protector And I'm Yours
Prologues

My name is Abel, having a feminine graceful attitude that's not me. Well, having a lot of friends was my wish, but now I feel all hypocrites. There's only one friend better than a thousand but a hypocrite. Therefore, many girls in my school hate me for my attitude unlike theirs.

"Lo girl right, Bel? "

"Cewe's been-jurisd!"

"Basic guy teaser!"

That's what I often hear from their insults. And for the last insult, I was very angry. How not?! their guy is a gatel, why should I be wrong?

At school, I'm not smart . But my friend Falida always amazed me who can speak various languages.Only Falida knows. Not arrogant or anything, but I have a goal to understand various languages. Because after from here I want to go out of the country where many bodo people are very much than many nyinyir people.

"Digig!" call Falida when I see you just get to the cafeteria.

"A long wait? " ask me after I sit down in front of him.

"It's nice, but relax!" he answered with a smile.

"You want what pesen? let me take it." I bargained with him.

"Cheesecake with lemon squash" he replied.

"okayy!" I answered while linking my thumb and index finger.

Falida was a pleasant friend to me, not complicated and always there, and what I like again is that he is indeed a friend in the sense of a real friend not just a friend who seeks gossip and then told what we confide in him to others.

I was lucky to meet Falida while attending this Senior High school. We did go to an international school. Falida and I met at ospek, then separated during class division. I once asked him why he wanted to be friends with me and the answer was simple. He just wants to make friends like family, not friends who are just in fun.

When all my orders and Falida were parked beautifully in the tray I was carrying, I turned to my place and Falida. Not even five steps, my tray and my body fell backwards.

"Ouch!! " squeak me as my butt hits the smooth floor hard.

"I'm sorry, you're hurt? " ask someone to me who is none other than the culprit who made me fall.

"Yes, I'm gapapa." I replied as I got up from my falling position.

"Once again sorry yes, I'm Brian." he said as he stuck out his hand.

"Abel." answered me, but I did not give back his hand.

"Gue the transfer boy" he said suddenly after seeing me looking at him with a questioning look like a stranger to the person in front of him.

"Ohh." I replied briefly.

"Gue change the lunch lo!" he said while taking my tray that fell earlier and lying on the floor scattered.

"Eh, no need. Not intentionally either!" answer me with a smile.

It was unthinkable to me that I was now being seen by many pairs of eyes. Which is certainly dominant with a look of hatred for me, but there are also those who look in awe that must be aimed at the person in front of me.

"Sans!" I continued to see him feeling guilty and unable to dwell on what I said.

"Oh okay.. Again sorry." said the one I replied with a nod of the head.