Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 43: Emotional Endings

“Aaa!” Friska and a few female students shouted together. Only Myria was speechless when she saw Angkasa throw a fist at Sakti's cheek. The two girls eyes opened wide with gaping mouths.

When Myria's consciousness returned, she immediately interceded. “Kasa,” says Myria in a soft voice. His two hands pushed Angkasa's stomach backwards and slightly away from Sakti, while Sakti directly pulled Friska.

Myria's call is like the wind. The space did take two steps back, but the sharp gaze did not shift the slightest bit from the face of his best friend. His emotions this time burned all patience, as bright as a shadow a few minutes ago when his wife's skin was touched by Sakti, the young man's heart burned again.

“Gue is a jerk, but that doesn't mean my mouth can't speak. Where are your eyes? Before you get hold-hold, you can see the girl!” Angkasa's legs kicked the desk in the back to make a loud noise because the object and the bench collided with each other. Myria who was in front of him closed her ears in fear. Space breezed out after grabbing the backpack.

Not only Myria, the departure of Angkasa also leaves fear for the remaining friends. They rubbed each other's chests because the heart was pounding strongly.

Myria soon followed her husband. He wants to calm down. The girl's steps accelerated, but it felt useless because Angkasa was moving faster than her.

The feet that initially stepped in haste, now run small and turn to the parking lot. Myria was about to approach the Space that had grabbed the helmet. She had almost arrived, but her husband had driven away and did not shout.

“Kasa!” There was no time for sculpting, returning home was the only way to meet Space. As for what would happen or what sort of expression should be deployed to speak, Myria could think about it later.

“Myria!”

Friska's voice stopped her best friend's leg swing. Myria turned her body back and waited for Friska to approach.

“I have to take a step home. You see how Kasa kayak was,” Myria said in haste.

“Yes, I get it. But you have to be careful.”

Myria nodded. He left Friska in the parking lot and immediately went outside the school.

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Different from Myria who is still confused looking for a vehicle home, Angkasa drove the motor at an above average speed. He was indeed not an outstanding patient young man. Just like men in general, young blood flowing in the body of Angkasa is often easily ignited by the emotions of the heart that often change.

The road to the edge of the city becomes the goal of Space. The deserted streets where there is only empty land on the right and left that became the place where he used to do wild racing at midnight. Space stops the motor, then sits leaning on the seat with a helmet.

The wind whipped her thick hair. There was a cold chill when the air touched the surface of the young man's skin. Angkasa sighed, then scooped a face with one hand.

“Gue thought there was little hope of being happy to lose everything here. But in fact, it is not that easy.” Space establishes the body. He stepped onto the edge of the road and looked at the field area that was around. Every time he blinked, a speck of shadow of the past greeted. His ears seemed to hear the screams of the audience, the roar of the motorbike, the squeaking of tires that rub against the asphalt when the brakes were stepped on, and all the mockery when the opponent lost the race.

Dusk yellowed on the western horizon until the sun completely sunk, but Angkasa still stood in place. He wants to let go of longing even though he will never be able to repeat what he has been through. Currently, even though it is not being monitored, Angkasa remains compliant with the rules. The screams of Mrs Nasita when she heard her brother died and her accident always seemed to be heartbroken when remembered.

Just when the hour hand was between the numbers seven and eight, a new Space arrived. She was shocked because Myria was in the living room.

“Ka—” Myria's speech restrained when seeing Angkasa raise a hand. The young man did not turn his head in the slightest and headed straight for the stairs.

Myria was on the spot. He looked at his two hands that were about to grab the Space arm earlier. “Make umpteenth time, he's angry again.”

In order to take a short breath to gather energy, Myria headed for the room to meet Space. She immediately tidied up her husband's uniform that was lying on the study chair when she arrived.

“Kasa, want to pray now?” myria asked as Space came out of the bathroom.

The boy stopped breaking his hair. He looked at Myria's hand that was thrusting something, then turned to the wife's face. “Thanks,” said while saying prayer.

Myria commented a smile, but the smile was not responded to because Angkasa just passed by and immediately fulfilled the obligation.

Four rakaat plus two rakaat sunah badiyah Isya carried out with tranquility. Space folded up the prayer mat and was about to return to the spot. Just turning 90 degrees, she realized that Myria was still waiting.

The young man approached, then placed the prayer mat on the bed. “Udah eat lo?”

Myria shook her head with a smile. “Wait you.”

“Ngapain how are you waiting? If I don't ask to wait, don't wait.”

“I don't want.” Myria replied in a calm tone. Even so, there was a bold impression of the way he delivered the answer.

“Besides you are noisy, stubborn as well, yes?” Space quipped as he stepped onto the dressing table. He combed his hair that was still a little wet, then rubbed the moisturizer into the face.

“Kayak you, right?”

The Space Hand stopped. He glanced at Myria's reflection reflected in the mirror. “What do you mean?”

“You said I was stubborn, how about you?”

Space clucked. He threw away his gaze and returned to take care of the face. There was a moment of silence between her and Myria.

“Are you satisfied with mukul Sakti?”

His relaxed and indifferent face instantly changed. Angkasa glanced sharply at his wife. “Lo want to save her?”

“I never defended anyone. But it shouldn't be—”

“No I should've hit him and yelled?” The space is fast. He smiled obliquely and made his wife gulp in fear. The young man's eyes sharpened with a cold look. His mouth again put out the words, “Just a bego guy who was cuddled when he was touched by another guy. Do you think I'm being bego, My? Sorry, you're wrong, if I thought I was!”

The rotating body one hundred percent facing his wife, Angkasa back talk, “What lo seneng approached Sakti?”

Myria shook her head with tightly clenched lips.

The cynical grin on the lips and the look of the sharp eyes of the sky is getting clearer. The young man clutched his wife's upper arm. He bent slightly until his face was close to Myria's face. “If you don't like it, why has it been? You should be able to read the atmosphere if Sakti is again a business deketin lo!”

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