Always Loving U
Guardian Angel
hi hola beloveds forgive yesterday I did not up, I was carefree. entered the new school two days already sick. really compact the same written that is equally sick😪😪 this I write aja while uhuk-uhuk and meler😂😂 but alhamdulillah if you spit gini tuh lightly it feels good. let's continue the story of santen sachet same dirdiran. happy reading!!
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As Jesi's footsteps grew inaudible, Kara slowly lowered her blanket.
“hadeh... hadeh.. my stomach.” He slowly got off the bed holding his stomach which felt like being squeezed, walked slowly towards the study table to pick up the phone he had stored in the bag.
At a time like this, playing a mobile phone to just check the waves in cyberspace is the most fun thing, especially if watching his favorite boyband FYP video tok, enough to divert pain.
Kara opened her bag and started looking for cell phones among the unprofessional items that were filling her school bag. How not to be called unprofessional items because every time there is an impromptu Razia done by Ms. Irma the goods are always lost to confiscation. From the start of electric mini fan, lovevare water bottle, lip tint, powder, comb, handbody lotion and perfume are there. Ms. Irma said her bag was a cosmetic bag, not a school bag. But bodo very, for him all it is a primary need that must always be brought. Not only herself, most of the other students also brought the same thing, some even worse because they were caught there was a muach-muach video on his cellphone.
After picking up her phone, Kara regained herself in bed. He fell asleep tilting while unlocking his phone by sticking his index finger on the side of the flat object.
Kara smiled at the picture of herself with Dirga that was immediately plastered filled the screen when it lit up.
“My Aerospace.” He muttered softly as he rubbed the picture of Dirga with a flat expression, inversely proportional to her who was smiling widely. The photo was secretly taken by Sasa the micin Dirga's sister who was a frequesi with him.
“Ck! Disturb aja.” Kara grumbled as one incoming call covered the wallpaper of her phone.
“Who does not have his name.” Kara just let in until the call was over. Not long ago a series of messages entered into his whatsApps.
When opening WA he was added to a new class group. The group is already crowded with the tweets of its new friends. Kara opened the class but not to read, but to disable group notifications so as not to interfere. He does the same thing with every group chat.
Kara's eyeballs were on contact with Future Husband's name which she pinned until it appeared on the top chat. Dibukannya chat history with Dirga, contains a lot of chat that came from him with very little reply from Dirga. Even his neighbor rarely replied to his chat. Kara was crazy, before going to bed, waking up, wanting to eat and even doing anything always told Dirga even though the man only read it without giving a reply. Viewing the status of Dirga's contact was online, Kara's thumb had wanted to type a message for Dirga but he immediately paused considering Dirga's attitude at the school. It sucks!
“Huh! Clear-clear look aja yuk.”
“Eh even open.” His grunts when accidentally opened an unknown chat that had just entered.
“Oh My God swear to what is this my Jongkook unyu-unyu.” Kara immediately smiled broadly at the row of photos of her favorite idol sent by unknown people. His soul instantly thrashed and instantly opened that nameless new contact. Seen the profile photo of one of the BTS members with a nickname guardian angel.
“Surely the Dila nih.” Inwardly, because only Dila and Sasa are one frequency with him. If Sasa was clearly not, because his sister-in-law's candidate never changed the number. Who often change the number Dila, last he changed the number because the number is blocked due to the active period runs out and forgot not to fill the pulse.
“Heh Hera Dila Nurfadillah! change the number again? Crazy well already like a drug fugitive you change the number mulu.” Kara immediately pressed her message which ended with the emoticon sticking out her tongue.
“Mana nickname is far away again. Ngaku-ngaku guardian angel people ask tlaktir aja.”
“Eh but btw this is really cool in the photo, you nyomot from where?”
Kara is still holding her flat screen waiting for her chat room to reply, it has been seen typing since earlier but the message did not also appear, it was a video call from Dila and Selvia that filled her screen.
“Lo is home, right?” Dila.
“Lo kaga see what the background of Kara's room means she's already home lah.”
“Eh yes yes. Sorry to be a little tearing, how is your stomach?”
“Not forgiven, Dila. Lo olenganya often. Make dizzy!” selvi Scorn.
“Ribut aja you guys, I've been home from earlier. This is sleeping again, my stomach still hurts lah.” Said Kara while looking at her two best friends who were already in their respective homes. Selvia with super sexy house clothes and Dila who is still the same as herself in school uniform.
“Eh Dila, Wa lo number is 2 yah?” sela Kara between the two friends.
“Apaan? WA I have 2? just one of these is.” Answer Dila.
“Oh.”
“Why, Ra?”
“Nothing. Yes, you two continue to fuss, I want bobo. My stomach is fighting this war.” He waved his hand and ended the call.
Kara again saw the chat from the unknown number earlier, her chat opponent only replied to her with a friendly smile emoticon.
“That's weird. If it's not Army, I've blocked it directly deh.” His grunt.
“Hai Lengkara, like the same picture? I still have a lot of.”
“Lo who the hell is it? You know where my number is from? If I don't call it my name is blocked. I miss relationships with people I don't know.”
“Lo don't need to know who I am, Ra. The important thing is that I know who you are, that's enough. Lo the person I was destined to protect.”
“Enough rest, do not get sick well Lengkara Ayudia.”
Kara puts her phone down and pulls the blanket back and curls up under it.
“Basic people lack of work. Not very clear!"
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