Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 5: Work Plan

Almost a week Myria inhabit a new boarding house. He began to be able to interact with other residents. His days are still filled with learning and writing fiction online.

Yes, Myria did pursue a hobby of writing since the late mother was still there. This activity is certainly a happiness for him. In addition to fun, he can make new friends from cyberspace.

“My, don't eat you?” Friska put her tablespoon back into the meatball bowl. He only realized that his best friend had only been stirring food with a blank look. “Myria!” call Friska more firmly.

Myria was again surprised. Almost half a day at school, how many times has he been shocked at the calls of others who disturb his daydream. “Eat, coke. It was still hot.” Myria answered the origin. He couldn't possibly confess because of the many things he thought about.

“So how, I boeh to your boarding house back from school later?” Friska asked while inserting a meatball circle. The girl's mouth was full while chewing.

Myria shook her head. She had no thoughts of telling Friska where she now lived. The girl was worried, her best friend passed by Angkasa when he was in the same complex.

“Don't first, deh. I'm going home from school looking for a job. My savings are running out.” Finally, Myria was honest. There is nothing to hide because the situation is so.

Friska was shocked to hear that. He pushed his meat bowl and immediately sipped some iced tea. “Yes, geez, My, why did you run out of money?”

Friska's mouth was too frivolous. Conscious or not, the girl had invited the attention of other students who were both resting in the cafeteria. Although Myria moved quickly silenced Friska's mouth, but it seemed like everyone heard clearly.

“Fris, what the hell, you?” Myria. “Now I still have money, but if only this ngandelin, long time also run out. I need a side job.”

“You, right, write online.”

With her hands drawn from Friska's face, Myria breathed heavily with her shoulders slumped. “Iya, but can not ngandelin it doang. Nulis, right, not necessarily. Sometimes they read, sometimes they read. So I don't ngarepin it really.”

Friska mangosteen, then pulled the bowl back closer. He chewed a meatball while thinking. “Eum .. what if we ask at the school's front flower shop. Who knows need workers?”

Friska's opinion was not immediately responded by Myria. The beige veiled girl like her uniform was still thinking and remembering the shop in question. After a few seconds, he just agreed.

“Good, I also want to work.” Friska gave a thumbs up and was greeted with laughter by Myria. Actually, Friska was not thinking about working, but suddenly wanted to come along. He thought that the money from work could be used for additional snacks and help his mother a little.

Myria and Friska were again busy eating food, while the new Space came. The guy shows up alone, but usually along with my friends.

“Ka, sit here!” The call came from one of the canteen desks. So loud was the call that it drew attention.

The space stopped, then turned to the source of the sound. It turned out that the young man who shouted was a friend of his motorcycle gang first. Although Angkasa never joined again, his friends are still so solid and waiting for the arrival of the young man again. Every time there is a motorbike case event, either a race or just a city tour agenda, Angkasa is always notified.

“Sit here only, others full.” The young man shouted back while standing up. Space almost came to him, but somehow it didn't. “Why else, tu, son?” He almost called for the umpteenth time, but already pulled one of the girls sitting next to him. As a result, the young man sat back down.

“Gue can sit here?”

Friska and Myria who had been giggling since then, immediately shut up and looked up. They were stunned for a few seconds when they found out who was talking.

Unable to answer from Friska or Myria, the person who asked just now immediately sat down and drank his drink without burden.

“Why not sit with your gang? Because there is a former lo, yes?” Either asking or mocking, but Friska's speech made Angkasa lazy to respond. The young man was silent and prepared to eat.

“But I don't want to talk to you!”Space's response was a heart attack. Friska who heard it was stunned.

“Astaghfirullah, this guy! Ka—”

“Fris!” Myria pulled Friska's arm. His friend next door stopped and looked over. Myria shook her head. “Jaga adabmu if anyone else eats. It's none of our business.”

Finally Friska said. He was silent even though he was still cowering with the young man sitting opposite to him. Occasionally while spending the rest of the meatballs, he steals a glance at Angkasa without the boy's knowledge.

Food ran out not long after the arrival of Space. Myria barely stands up and pays for the food, but is obstructed by Friska. “I am, My. This, right, is my schedule.”

“Bayarin got me too.” Space cut the conversation of the two girls in front of him. He took the money out of his pocket, then thrust it at Friska.

“Dieh, ni, guy. Ogah!”

“The return makes lo,” bargain Space again. Money was still being offered for Friska to take, but there was no response for a few seconds.

“Lo think I'm easy to bribe? No!” Friska was staunch with her opinion, while Angkasa responded with a flat face and one raised eyebrow.

Myria who was in the middle was suddenly confused. The girl stood up. “Kasa, let me pay in yours.”

The money was almost taken away, but Angkasa pulled his hand first. The guy replied, “You guys just sit here. I paid.”

Has not been responded to and prevented, Angkasa has lifted his foot and headed for meatballs traders. Meanwhile, Friska and Myria were glued to the spot.

“What sambet, anyway, it's child?” Friska asked half-consciously, while Myria fell silent and looked at Angkasa's back from where she stood.

Unlike the astonished Myria and Friska, at the other table a girl noticed the interaction of the three since Angkasa sat at one table with them.

“Who are those two girls?” ask the wavy long haired girl.

One friend turned his head, and said, “Oh, Myria ama Friska. Temen my class. Temen the Kasa also means. Sitting in front of Kasa the two girls.”

“Free temen?”

“It, Erika. Lo kira what? Ever since Kasa broke up with you, I've never heard of him having a crush. Moreover, women who are full of cloth coverings on their kayak body that way. Not the taste of Kasa kali.”

“Woi, who knows Kasa's taste changed like his attitude.” One other young man replied. It instantly made all of his tablemates turn their heads together, including Erika. The guy immediately scowled while shuffling his hair. “Kidding me, you also know for yourself that now Angkasa Cueknya kebangetan.”

“Known I am with them,” said Erika with a full gaze towards Myria and Friska passing by about to return to class.

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