Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 26: The Heart Heats

“Erika!” Risti's voice echoed throughout the classroom. The straight-haired girl with the lower wave came in a frenzy like something was hunted.

Erika who was busy dancing until she stopped and turned her head. He's hissing. “What, anyway, Ris? I just ngagetin. Don't see you if I'm holding the eyelash clasp?”

Erika's tirade was ignored, Risti held the chest with her half-bent body. His breathing was also stinging because of his own actions. “Bad news, Rik. You have to danger.”

Erika's back clucking. He glared indifferently and was busy facing the small glass in his grasp. Her eyelashes are more important than Risti who spoke indistinctly since earlier. No wind, rain, or storm, his best friend was cheering in class with his own furore. Erika was annoyed to see it.

“Gue was looking,” said Risti while breathing in. “Gue see Kasa semobil with Myria, Rik. You should know this.”

Suddenly, Erika's two eyes opened wide. He screamed because his petals were also pinched when he heard Risti's next talk. The girl placed all the items in hand onto the table, then faced Risti completely. “Lo said what just now?”

“Gue see Same gauze Myria get off the same car.”

“Serious lo?”

Risti nodded quickly. He was certain of what he had seen before in front of the gate. Coincidentally, the car that drove him was in a car that was boarded by Space. Risti had just seen Angkasa delivered by four-wheeled vehicle, but he was sure because he memorized the stature of his former best friend's lover.

“Seriously. I also did not expect Kasa to be delivered, but actually it was Kasa. Her hair, her height, all look alike. Yes, even though he's not looking back, but I'm sure it's him.”

“Terus Myria?”

“Myria down off Kasa. Yeah, let's just sit in the back and Kasa in the front, but salty no, you see that?”

No longer asking, but Erika's eyes showed anger. The hands that are on the table are clenched and hit occasionally. “Gue don't want to stay in. That's a really brave girl.”

“Lo threat less nampol, Rik!” The gasoline tub that was deliberately splashed into the spark, so Risti was pumping his best friend to cause a blaze of anger more bubbling. He smiled cynically, then began to think of a way to teach Myria a lesson to be deterred and not to underestimate.

***

“My, you still have the same explanation debt I.”

Friska's whisper caught Myria's attention. This morning, Myria thought she could be free because her best friend had asked her nothing when she arrived, but in fact now during the lesson, Friska charged.

Myria glanced for a bit, then went back to scraping ink onto the book for not wanting to say anything just yet.

“My, you heard me, right?” Friska repeated her actions. Clearly Myria's body was attached to it, where it might not have heard.

“Hm.” A slow mutter and a nod of the head was given Myria. He is still trying to formulate an explanatory sentence in the heart so that it will be conveyed with a natural impression. The girl who had been a friend since first grade High School was sometimes so critical and difficult to manipulate that it made Myria defeated.

“What do you want to ask?” When the lesson changes, there is a little pause before the next teacher comes. Myria first asked Friska's will rather than later and disrupted the concentration of learning.

Friska cleared her throat, pretending to set the sound. He's getting closer. “You really live at home Kasa?” Deliberately whispering very slowly so that the young man behind did not hear. In fact, his attitude like that actually invites suspicion.

Myria was not surprised. He had expected that the question Friska asked would not be far from yesterday's events. However, Myria did not immediately reply, she tried to neutralize the heartbeat to stay calm. “If yes, how?”

Friska distanced herself. “So you're really there? You work at Kasa's house?”

Myria nodded. He responded with a casual expression to Friska's allegations because Angkasa had told him about it last night before going to bed. As a result, Myria simply agreed when answering.

“Where is your story working there?”

“Eum, about that ... rather long. Back to school.”

“Iiih, no exclamation.” Friska advancing lips. He did not accept such an answer, but what could be done, another teacher of the lesson had arrived.

“We start lessons now,” said the new Indonesian Teacher. He opened the book that had been brought by the class leader, then started the material.

“Last week our last meeting in chapter “Enjoy StoriesHistory” this week we will start learning chapter ...” The teacher stopped talking for a while to open the page he was looking for, he just continued, “Bab new with the title of discussion “Understanding technical issues through editorial. We will study this until the semester replay arrives, if not until the exam but the material has been completed, we will practice the questions to explore what has been learned from the beginning.”

All serious. No one is whiny or anything else, even Angkasa who likes to sleep in class during those empty hours, always pay attention to every lesson. Luckily, the young man knew the place and time when to be serious and laze around.

“You came home with Kasa?” Again, Friska was unceasingly abusing information. The girl's curiosity was already at the highest level. He wrote, but halted for a moment just to disturb Myria. His friend repeatedly exhaled a tired breath.

“Neg. Go home with you. Kayak usually.”

“Oh, yes, yes. Kasa, right, your boss is also come to think of it, why also with him.” Friska mangosteen, justifying his own assumptions he created. After all, Angkasa does not really care about people, where it might take care of let alone give a ride.

The bell rang startling Friska who had been busy with her own thoughts. The girl was confused to copy the material due to her actions during the lesson.

“Kok, not finished?” Myria. His best friend had been quiet since then, he thought Friska was seriously studying. In fact, I don't know what to do.

“Iya, this pen I stuck mulu from earlier.” Very clever Friska berkilah. He did not hesitate to give a reason. The girl continued writing to go home like the others.

Myria exhaled. He stuffed all the books into the bag, then leaned against the bench while waiting. Meanwhile, Angkasa in the back was ready to leave the classroom, but did not say anything when he saw Myria had not rushed.

“Bro!” Sakti comes from behind embracing Space's shoulders. The guy approached Myria as the girl reflexively turned her head. “Lo not coming home, My?”

“Return. Wait for this Friska.”

Sakti's head looked a little. He pulled his hair back and straightened his back. “Gue anther or not, My?”

“Hah?” Friska shouted spontaneously. He left the book and pen and looked up at his classmate. “Tempelan jin from where do you nawarin my friend suddenly?”

“Better lo, Fris. There are good intentions people too, spelled out gitu.”

“Lo does not run out of banging, right, Sakti? Lo healthy? No, Myria keeps coming home with me.” Myria's hand was held by Friska, but her best friend was nowhere to go. Friska was not just a friend who always existed, but her closeness to Myria was like a bone and skin that fused.

“Pelit lo, Fris. Anyway if Myria wants, I will also anterin lo. Let the kids take lo.”

“Makin. Go home!”

The two students debate continues. Even if the class was deserted, it did not discourage Friska to defend her opinion. She would not easily let Myria be approached by any guy, Friska always being the front cover.

“Hey, already, dong.” Myria was anxious to hear two people on her right and left continue to argue and the discussion spread everywhere. “Sakti, go home. Thanks for making the offer, but I prefer to ride the same transport Friska,” subtly refused with eyes glancing at Angkasa. Although her husband never said love, Myria wanted to make sure Angkasa was not angry let alone misunderstood.

Sakti is silent, so is Friska. Pause a few seconds, the guy is still trying, “Seriously, My? Some years we're in class, but we've never been together. This time I want it.”

Without speaking, Space acts. The young man grabbed Sakti's shoulder and dragged her out.

“Eh, Bro, wait a minute.”

Sakti protests not responded. The more violent, the stronger the space presses the neck. Sakti may be short of breath because it is suffocating if it is still mgeyel.

“Ka, take me off. Want to kill me lo?”

Up the corridor of another class, Angkasa lowered its arms. He walked without looking. “Ngapain lo suddenly want to be with that chick?”

“Myria mean lo?”

Space is silent again.

Sakti continued to talk, “Gue was amazed by him, Ka.”

The steps of space stopped. He looked at his best friend on the right. “Repeat again.”

“Why?” Sakti was confused, suddenly Space's gaze turned serious. Still, the conversation continued. “Aglorious with Myria. She's so persistent as a girl. Live alone, but can still smile as sweet as that. Not like other girls, anyway. It's a big dream, right?”

The power of the Sakti not make Angkasa proud, but actually cause heat in the chest. The hand hidden in the pocket squeezed the pants involuntarily.

Rather than the absurdity of beating up his own friends, Angkasa chose to waltz away and did not ask anything. The more he responded, he was sure the more burned his soul heard the great praise for the wife.

“Woi, Ka! I haven't talked!” The feet immediately stepped. Sakti is chasing the space that is far from sight.

The departure of Sakti and Angkasa was awaited by two students from other classes. Erika and Risti hide at the next-class door.

“Friend, Rik. Stay them both.”

The corner of Erika's lips lifted one side. He's grieving. “Come!”

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