Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 24: Sorry

Friska hastily got off. He came to his best friend who was in the arms of Space. The girl immediately separated. “Kasa! What, anyway, you play hug?” Friska's black sliced eyes glared, while her hands were already gripping Myria's arms.

The sky almost attacked back, but Myria who was behind Friska shook her head. The young man could only waste his breath when he got such a prohibition code. “Iya, sorry. I'm khilaf.” Finally only such an answer came out even though the heart was a little coxed.

“Tosa know?” Friska is still emotional. He rushed Myria away on foot, passing through Space just like that.

Of course, the space is not silent. He ran small and blocked Friska's steps. “Where are you taking him?”

“Reverse!” Friska answered. His face was still tense and implied a dislike for Space.

“He's back with me.”

Friska. He just remembered that Space had taken him to search for Myria. Due to the scene of the hug earlier, the girl forgot and darkened her eyes. “No can! Danger if Myria back together lo. What's there is just getting weird. I as his best friend do not accept!”

Space scooped up the face. He wanted to scream because his patience was running out. Body tired, stomach not filled, drizzle never subsided really test the faith and become a factor himself want to urinate.

“Friska, please trust me. Your best friend must be safe and peaceful back with me. If you have any doubts, you can video call all the way to let him know that he is intact until home.” Angkasa teeth until tightened because they resisted growling. He wanted the problem to end soon, but that one obstacle was never solved. Actually, Angkasa understands Friska's intentions, but the time is not right.

The Space Vision leads to Myria. He tried to code his wife to act and stop Friska's behavior. If Myria had allowed it, Angkasa would have told me about the hidden status lived.

“Fris, I don't pa-pa, kok.” Myria took over the conversation. He looked at Friska and said again, “Trust me, Kasa definitely knows the limits. I'll call you when I get home.”

“Ngak pa-pa how? See your face, My? Gini eyes, you think I'm blind?”

“This ...” Myria folded her lips while touching her eyelids. Everyone also knows the difference in a person's face after crying. “Yes, this is because I miss Mom. But out of the tomb was relieved. So no need to worry about me.” A smile was painted on Myria's lips with great difficulty for her friend to melt. Not to deny, deep sadness not only comes from longing, but from other directions also contribute.

Friska sighed. “Udah, go home with me. I anterin you.”

Hearing Friska's words, the pair of young brides immediately turned their heads together. Space is advancing first. “Ngapain delivered? I came here to pick him up on purpose. Lo forgot?” The words of the Space began to be unfriendly. The young man's gaze was tapering and intimidating.

Friska's lips began to move and was about to retaliate, but was moved again by Space. “He lives with me. We're unidirectional. If you make it to nganter him, which is actually back and forth make tired. Come on, Friska, I won't do anything. You also need to see his shirt is wet like that. No pity lo?”

Myria's eyes rounded to hear Angkasa's confession of her residence. The girl shook her head a few times to let her husband do the chanting, but was not harrumphed. She did not know that her husband had said that before he arrived.

Friska. He turned to Myria, then responded with a clumsy smile. His best friend's heart is worried if asked various kinds. “You want to go home with him, My?”

Friska's question made Myria flutter. The girl in high school uniform thought that her best friend would be shocked to hear her stay with Angkasa. However, as it turned out, Friska's response was unexpected.

The astonishment slipped in the heart. Myria wanted to know why Friska could be so calm. However, if you remember Angkasa who is getting angry, Myria better swallow her taste. He nodded slowly. “Yeah, I don't pa-pa go home with Kasa. I'll definitely call.”

Discussions suffocated. Friska nodded and smiled.

“Bring my motor, Fris.” Key handed over Space. “Nevent protest let me spar. You can turn back tomorrow or when whatever. But if you're worried, take it to school tomorrow. I can take a taxi with Myria now.”

Rather than fuss again, Friska according. “But you need to get to the side of the road to get a taxi. Come bonceng three first, until there later I bring the motor.”

Understanding what her classmate said, Friska agreed and said goodbye to Myria. At first, he was about to wait, but a call from his mother made him have to go home immediately.

Silence struck two teenagers who are now sheltering in empty shophouses on the side of the road. Myria keeps her distance from her husband because she thinks Angkasa is still angry. He did not dare to talk and let the guy get busy with a cell phone.

The blowing of the wind stopped the movement of the Space fingers scrolling the screen. He turned to Myria and realized that he was far from his wife. Mobile phone in jacket pocket worn, Angkasa approaching. “Lo cold?”

Myria turned her head, then looked down while shaking her head. Although her hijab and upper uniform were wet, she was reluctant to confess.

Heavy breathing out from the lips of Space. The man pulled his hand until Myria turned to face him. Drawn one hand to another, then met into one grip. Space began to slash Myria's palm with her palm. “Bibir lo already shoots from earlier, still just don't want to ngaku. Wait for the old taxi, I asked the driver Mama picked up here. Patience, yes.”

Myria nodded in silence. There is a sense of warmth radiating from the palms of the hands to the chest. He was a little relieved that Space was willing to talk. “Kasa,” call him while lifting his face and uniting his gaze.

“Hm?” Angkasa returned a look no less soft. He who yesterday looked creepy during the rampage, now looked calmer in Myria's eyes.

“I ... apologize.”

“Why apologize? I'm the one who should say that.” Space replied with a hand still continuing to rub slowly. “Sorry if I hurt you yesterday, sorry also if you have made you cry like gini. I'm totally out of control, My. Drought mendem uncomfortable feeling the same rule nyokap, sometimes I do not control. Sorry if you are hurt.”

Myria's eyes blinked sluggishly as she tried to understand the conversation. If reasoned with a clear mind, what Space does is the normal attitude of a human let alone a teenager in the days of High School. Young people are classified as free and few rules before finding the true identity, including himself and Space. It's just that freedom was not obtained for a reason that led to rebellion.

“I'll talk to Mommy later let your bike back.”

Space Eyebrows rise one side. Her two hands moved over her head and pulled the messy Myria hijab. She smiles. “Neventless. I can handle this myself. The part of the existing motorbike package is also not a problem, it only takes a little adjustment because it is not as high as the usual motor.”

Myria's smile grew. She nodded and accepted her husband's decision. “You haven't boncengin I pack a new motorbike,” said the girl to melt the atmosphere that was serious.

“Tumben lo say that? Usually forced to want to. Are you not afraid of me anymore?”

“I've never been afraid of you if it's outside gini.”

“Meanings lo? You're just afraid that we're in the room together?”

Myria mangosteen justifies.

Space chuckles. Ideas suddenly popped into the head. She lowered her head and whispered right next to Myria's ear. “Sometimes if your fear has already said, say the same I.”

Myria glares. He pushed the sky away and away. Guardrail was immediately built to be safe.

The rainy conditions, the night began to be quiet and was in an empty shophouse, who knew if there were demons whispering to do things that should not be. “Kasa, istighfar.”

“Why? I'm normal, My. Where can a guy be found if there is a girl sleeping next to him every day? Even if there is, one day it must falter too. Including me.”