As beautiful as Destiny
6. Love Rejected

Citra and Jasmine had just come from the canteen. The break time is now over. The two of them walked past the office, as they crossed, one teacher called out the name Citra.

When they both stopped their steps, it was Bu Rasya, an Indonesian teacher.

"Yes, Mom?" ask the image politely.

Ms. Rasya handed her package book and laptop bag to Citra, "please you taro this in class 12 MIPA 1, well!"

Bu Rasya's eyes turned on Jasmine, "you go to class straight away! Don't look for alesan!"

The one stared at by Bu Rasya was just a crybaby. The two girls instantly walked away from in front of Bu Rasya.

However, as soon as Citra stopped her steps, the girl frowned, then before long her eyes fumbled, "Class 12 MIPA 1?"

"Yes, why?"

The package book and the laptop bag were Image diverted in Jasmine's hands, "duh! You are the one who brought it! I'm going to class first, Jas. My head's dizzy." Dusty. Yes, the girl was unable to see the handsome face she called resembled Andi Arsyil.

The image rushed off without caring what Jasmine's answer would be like.

The girl went straight into her class. Some students saw him astonished. Some just stared at him. Luckily no teacher came in.

"Whose lesson now?" ask Citra who it is. The girl's position is still on the doorstep.

"free class!" answer the Eve in a compact manner.

Citra is no less happy. Even though he belonged to a clever student, still he felt bored with the lessons.

The girl was about to sit on the bench she used to book, but one voice interrupted her.

The image stared at Nisa at a glance, "what?"

Imra immediately sat on the bench where he felt exhausted from running to the class. He is weak in sports.

Nisa throws the cash notebook right on the Citra table, "pay cash! Last week was the same week you paid the bells."

The image bit his lower lip, "how much is it?"

"Ten thousand,"

Eyeshadow widened image, "Hugely expensive? Not a week two thousand?"

Nisa sold Citra's head sprouts many times, "That week was five thousand. FIVE GRAND!" Nisa showed her five fingers right in front of Citra's face.

"Dad you're the CEO, shame that ten thousand won't pay."

The image rotated his eyeballs, his hands reaching ten thousand dollars from the pocket of his uniform. He put the money on his desk, "nih! Ten thousand little ones."

Nisa pointed her index finger right in front of those blue sliced eyes, "just look if tomorrow's week is hard to charge again!" his memory is full of threats.

The girl simply shook her shoulders indifferently. Nisa started taking notes on her cash book.

Nisa has returned to her original seat. A few minutes later, Jasmine entered the classroom. He brings a smile.

Jasmine's plump index finger poked Citra's cheek, "Cieee~" she said. The image that did not understand Jasmine's intent was what just shook her shoulders.

Jasmine sat next to Citra, "lo greetings from Brother Andri,"

The deg!!!

Both cheeks turned red. His heart is pumping faster. Jasmine laughed out loud looking at Citra's cheeks which were already like boiled crabs.

Nisa who was sitting behind them leaned her head, "why, Jas?"

"Sister" had not had time for Jasmine to finish her sentence, Citra hurriedly smothering that mouth.

Nisa squinted her eyes at Citra, "gue suspiciously,"

The image looked at him sharply, "just money! Uh-yes, Jasmine hasn't paid cash this week."

Nisa looked at the cash notebook. His eyes turned to look at Jasmine, "gue kasih lo leniency if you want to tell,"

The image rounded his eyes, "Can't do it! That's not fair! Nisa is not fair!" The image raised his voice.

"Whisper lo, Ukhti!" alex protest. Cousin Citra.

The state of the class from then on was very complicated. The image that is usually if the free class is only sleeping now must serve Nisa as well as Jasmine.

Jasmine lowered her hand Citra who had already smothered her mouth. The image recited Istighfar inwardly, hoping that Jasmine would not tell him.

"Sorry, Nisa! It's privacy,"

Jasmine reached into her uniform pocket, spending two thousand dollars, "I'm paying her cash,"

Nisa's position became sitting as usual, her head was lowered, "no cool lo, Jas!" he forced the money.

Breathing image relief. The girl put her hands on the table. Jasmine's words were still ringing in her mind.

"Andi Arsyil," he said unconsciously.

"Andi Arsyil?"

Immediately Citra realized, "uh-no, I'm supposed to watch a movie in the same role Andi Arsyil. Oh my God, he's so handsome,"

Jasmine nodded in confidence. So stupid! Though Jasmine is a typical woman who is difficult to lie.

***

The image is waiting for Mr. Grace to pick him up. The girl stood at the school gate. Sometimes he sat down and hugged his knees.

"Which Grace is it?" monologue to yourself.

Tin!

The sound of the axon is heard until the girl's eardrum can catch her voice. The image turned to the source of the voice, it immediately rose to its feet.

The owner of the bike opened the glass. Andi Arsyil's face. Erratum! Andry.

The image's face was deathly pale, how not? He was sitting like a vagrant and it could be seen by Andri. Really, embarrassing!

"Wait for who?"

The image smiled faintly, "Sir Grace," he replied briefly.

Andri turned to jog behind him at a glance, then his gaze turned to Citra, "just me! You're afraid to wait a little later,"

The image shook weakly, "not ah! Later if Mr. Grace has been sampe kasian there is no me here."

Andri nodded, he immediately got off his bike, not forgetting to take off his helmet. He stands whose position is not far from Citra.

The girl closed her eyes, her back leaning against the school fence. He occasionally glanced at the clock on his wrist.

A few minutes later, the black car pulled over in front of the State High School. The image straightened his body.

The tall body straight out of his car, "Non Citra, sorry Mr. Grace well wait a long time! It was so jammed," he said with guilt.

The image nodded, "no papa! But, next time Mr. Grace picked him up a bit faster than before, I'm waiting for him long."

Andri looked at Citra in disbelief. Is that true? The girl was feeling sorry for herself. Never seen anyone like that before.

"Ready, Non!"

Citra swung her steps towards the car, but immediately stopped and looked back, "Sir Andri, thank you well have been waiting for Citra."

"Yes, you're the same,"

The image went straight into his car. The car was traveling at normal speed.

Andri immediately put on his helmet and started riding the bike. As deep as the journey, his two cheeks met red in light of the image that was so adorable to him.

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Oh yes guys! There are some parts that I need to revise. Maybe all part. So, please be patient if there are any irregularities in this story. At first I would like to make a revision, but my hands are already gatel. But, I've got a new update part. Insha'allah. Just calm.

So, of course God willing the story will be better.

Happy reading to everyone!