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"Old deck?"

I who initially wanted to wear a helmet was fixated for a moment. Then I got Brother Harris who just took a peek of his order, "Kok tau?"

"You what?"

"If Mahen is my ex."

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Where the hell?"

"So did Brother Harris ask the ex?"

"Eh? Notwithstanding. I told you to poke the deck."

I looked away. Maybe my cheeks are now as red as boiled crabs. Because I'm too embarrassed. But suddenly there was laughter, Sister Harris. I just glanced at him, not daring to turn my head.

"Handering deck. It's not wrong to be sorry."

I cut my lips, "Sister Harris mah from earlier was joking mute."

"Yes sorry deck. If you take it seriously tomorrow, you haven't graduated yet."

So anxious, I pinched Sister Harris's arm. More muscular than I thought it turned out. He complained. Either just to make me relieved, or indeed my pinch feels that painful.

"Try it over there."

I turned my body back to Sister Harris. He opened my school backpack, and put something in it. After closing back, Brother Harris' hand held both of my shoulders and twisted my body to face him.

"It is already."

I looked into Harris's shady eyes, as did he who looked at me. Our distance is so close. Brother Harris slowly moved his head, both hands flanking the helmet that was perched on my head. Getting closer, remaining less than a inch, I closed my eyes. I could feel the warm breath of Sister Harris sweeping my tired face. The warmer ...

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"If you wear a helmet, do not forget to be buttoned. Afraid to go on the street."

My eyes opened slowly. Showing Sister Harris who has returned to normal standing in the original place. With a sweet smile, as if not knowing if what he just did made the heartbeat of an ordinary girl like me work harder than usual.

"His veil is held, right?" As usual, the dimpled man held my hand without excuse.

Grind a black crackle, in which there is still a clear plastic containing ten-grain pegs.

"Cock for me? What brother's he talking about?"

"If only I could make my own deck. Come home, maghrib hunt."

I'm piggybacking on Harris's bike, right-handed with a lick. The speed is quite fast compared to the speed from the school to the minimarket.

"Where are you going on Sunday night?" Ask with a little scream to be able to rival the loudness of the motor.

"Not know brother. At least at home just watch drakor."

"Oohs. Take care of health. Tomorrow there's a gladiresik for the tournament the day after."

"Yes. My sister takes care of her health."

I faintly heard Brother Harris chuckling in front of there, "Gue isn't playing deck."

"Well, who can be healthy is the only one playing?"

"Haha. It's not that."

"Hm."

"Lo look healthy and happy always makes me understand the same thing really." Said Sister Harris who made me slide my ass a little further away from her body.

"Tok a retreat?"

"What a feeling, brother?"

"Haha Yes."

"I just don't want Sister Harris to beat me up."

Brother Harris is tough, "Yes no papa. Don't back off, deck. I just want to move forward."

What say? Just be right. If my heart was beating twice as fast, maybe now it's five times as fast.

"That's the front turn right Brother."

After taking approximately fifteen minutes, Kak Harris dropped me off in front of a minimalist two-story house, fenced in old ash according to the color of the house paint.

"Thanks, brother."

He nodded then took off his helmet, "Disrepresented?"

I'm turning. I saw the front door shut tight. Usually if there are people in the house, the front door is always open. "There is no brother. Papa may not have come home from work, if mma may again gymnastics the same afternoon mothers complex."

"Dare to be home alone?"

"Dare dong. It's customary from a kid in his own house that papa's mom is dating."

I smiled at the shaven. Remembering the childhood. No morning, afternoon, evening, or night, I was alone at home. I used to feel unfair. It's old why we have to date everything. The poor only child sat alone at home.

But now, under these circumstances, I feel much worse than being left alone at home. I'd rather be left on my parents' date than I can now get here and there without being escorted, but my family is a mess.

"Dec? Howdy?"

"Enggakpapa. Want to stop by first?"

I'm a mangosteen. I took off the daritadi bogo helmet that was protecting my head, and returned it to the owner, "Helm who's hayo?"

"Helm adek me, deck. Always go with me. Go home too. But since it was a afternoon, he asked to be picked up by papa."

"Eh have a grandpa?"

"Yes have. Gedhenya is also like lo. Haha. I am going home." Pamit Kak Harris while wearing his black fullface helmet.

"Yes Kak . Careful."

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The sky grew dark, covering the sun that should have created a straight shadow on Friday at twelve o'clock this afternoon. There is no thunder, nor a flash that usually indicates that it is not until another hour of rain will follow down to the earth.

Making the atmosphere of Friday prayers in the school mosque more solemn' than usual. Me and Niken just passed them, and walked hand in hand to the canteen to fill the energy. In one hour, exactly one hour, futsal training will resume.

I'm so grateful to Sister Harris for abducting me from the lesson I've avoided‐-mathematics the most.

Since the school bell came in this morning, Niken and I have not set foot in the classroom at all. This morning when we were warming up, Ms. Nina (Mathematical teacher) looked and glanced sharply. As if to say, "Sorry to miss my hour!"

In the cafeteria, I ordered soto and took two bottles of mineral water. I saw at the very end of the seat, there was Rena and Fitri.

"Just join my friends there, Ken."

He who was paying turned to look, "Oh jaudah. No, no."

"Rena, Fitri!"

The two of them turned their heads towards me, and Rena waved, "Vel. Here it is." Here."

I nodded and set my feet towards the table of the two of them.

"Niken huh?" Fitri asked which surprised Niken, "Eh? How know?"

"Nisa's theme, right? I used to be a beak with Nisa."

"Oh yes. I've been everywhere."

"Still with Rio?"

Niken bribed a spoonful of soto into her mouth, and nodded.

After swallowing it he said again, "So long she was dating. From the beginning of seventh grade."

"The one who used to pick up tutoring was also the Rio. Often stories about lo, loh."

"Is she? The ugly one must be."

"He said, you were the most famous in school. So the ingredients of your school boy's seizure."

Niken chuckles, "Haha. Yes, it is not. Maybe because my friends were all first."

The world is so narrow. Me and Rena were just enjoying the food that was in front of us. I ate soto, while Rena sipped indomie gravy with half-cooked eggs.

"Do you know David not Vel?"

"Dikasikan know what?"

"When he didn't say the same? Mahen was malem asking for your number."

I told you I was off contact with Mahen, right? At that time, I changed the number. Didn't tell her at all, because that was my goal.

My teeth that had been chewing rice stopped for a moment, "Yesterday I met him."

"Seriously?" Rena asked a little screamed in shock, so that made Fitri and Niken diverted towards us.

"What's wrong?" Ask Fitri and Niken at the same time.

Rena glued, "Eh no. Continue to talk."

After Fitri and Niken started talking again, Rena whispered, "Where are you?"

"Minimarket ahead of SD 2."

"Can we do it?"

"Yesterday when I saw Harris buying something, he accidentally hit her at the entrance."

"Huh? How's it?"

"Yes. Yesterday I went home to Brother Harris, and that's it."

"Lo's coming home to Brother Harris?" He said a little loudly, which made me and Rena look around.

"St! Don't be so hard, dong. Could die buried alive with my sister Harris fans."

He said, "If I think yes. Maybe Mahen Jealous saw you together with Sister Harris. He's not willing to do that."

"What does it have to do with him?"

Rena moved her chair forward, eroding the distance between me, the table, and her, "Said David tuh Mahen still often wondered about lo."

"Huh? When?"

"When? About two if not three months ago. I forgot to."

I smiled smirkingly, "Udah ex why is it still the thing? Hard to move on?"

"Said Mahen, you have not broken up. You still have him." Rena said later, which made me choke on the soto sauce.