
Sam giggles. However, his laughter stopped as someone from behind gripped firmly at the collar of his uniform.
All who sat at the table looked up to see who the person who dared to deal with Abrisam Pradipta was.
“Lo didn't hear him have asked you to leave here?” afraz stared intently at Sam.
Sam brushed off the hand, and he stood up. Adira was already scared that they would fight.
“Casual aja, Bro.” Sam stared down at Afraz. Then his hand moved to embrace Dira, “gue equals her best friends. Yes, right Dir?”
Adira tried to remove the embrace. However, Sam hardened his hand. Dira continued to smile indistinctly to Afraz. Showing that it doesn't matter if Sam's there.
“Iya, Raz. We were just messing around.”
Dira glanced at Sam. Whispering to let go of her embrace, but Sam ignored the girl.
Afraz glanced at Sam's hand on Dira's shoulder. It's like he doesn't like to see that.
“Alright, then. I misunderstood. Sorry to bother you.” After that Afraz left the canteen.
Students and students who noticed them also dispersed themselves.
“Lease!” snapped Adira forcibly removed Sam's hand from his shoulder, “modus aja lo so can hold me.”
Sam sat back down and ate his bread, “GR, that let him be sure that we no longer fight.”
Adira sneers. His eyes were on the canteen exit. Afraz's figure is no longer visible. He was afraid Afraz misunderstood. To be honest, Dira still hopes to be the boy's girlfriend.
“Who do you like dear?” ask Tomi to the young girl next to him.
“This one, Mas. Looks like it will be cute wedding decoration we wear this one.” Appoint Vania in a magazine containing various decorations.
“So I wear this one huh. Please arrange everything. Money will I transfer,” Tomi told EO who will take care of the wedding.
Abrisam just got down from his room on the second floor. Both of his eyes had already caught the figure of his father and the young woman of his third stepmother colon.
“Where are you Sam?” ask Tomi who saw her son standing near her.
“Main, Pi-I. Sam can ask for money?” ask Sam a little jutek.
Tom looked at the people around him. He was ashamed to scold Sam again, and he decided to give it to him.
“Wait a minute! Papi get me the money first.” Sam nodded and still stood in his place.
Sam glanced at Vania who was walking over to him. The woman noticed Sam's appearance.
“You are more handsome than your Papu,” he whispered in Sam's ear. Makes the guy turn to him, “but unfortunately you are kere and still a snot boy.”
Sam looked at him dislike. The woman smiled implying something. He sat down again when Tomi came.
“This money. Don't be wasteful!” The man gave me several hundred bills.
Not saying thank you, Abrisam just left his house.
“That's Sam!” exclaim Manha.
Abrisam was waiting for his two friends and his motorcycle friends.
“Where are you from, Sam?”ask Alex the chairman of a motorcycle gang named Manjal or stands for street tiger.
Sam parked the motor first, “sorry, guys. There's a little business. Have you guys donated?”
“Already, only you have not,” replied Emran.
Sam quickly took out the money that his Papa gave him. He put the money on the table and left two hundred thousand to hold.
Alex collects the money, “because it's complete. Come on, let's go straight to the street kids.”
All cheered excitedly. Actually, it's a once-a-month routine that Sam runs with his friends. This positive activity has been done five times.
Arriving at the location Sam and his friends parked the motor first. The money collected has been changed with food, clothes and textbooks.
“Please, Brother! Help me!” shouted one of the street children standing on the side of the road.
“Why, deck?” ask Sam.
“Kak Sam's. That's kak money alif taken thugs it.” Show it to a man who has run a long way.
“Sam will take your money again. You wait at your friends' place!"
Alif nodded, “iya, sis. Careful!”
Sam had run fast after the man. Besides being good at English, Sam can also run very fast. Just getting this advantage he was very grateful.
BRACKET
The thug fell down as his back was kicked by Abrisam.
“Restore the money!” shouted Sam.
Turns out the thugs stole a look at Sam. He woke up again and looked down at Abrisam.
“Nevent need to be a hero lo!” he said it pretty loud.
“Sorry, Bang. Actually I do not want to do violence, but like brother does not want to make peace.”
“Bacot!” the man threw his saliva to the side after it hit Sam.
Sam is not silent. He responded with the martial will he could. Several times his face was hit. However, he had to take back Alif's money.
Dimas stopped his motorbike suddenly when he saw there was a fight on the road he passed.
“Kak Dimas if you want to ngerem say-say dong. What the hell is it?” grumbled Adira who was shocked in the back seat.
“Lo don't see anyone fighting.”
Adira poked her head to the side, “Sam,” muttered Dira when she saw Sam was killing someone.
“Lo know?” tanya Dimas turned to his sister.
“He's my friend, Brother.” Adira comes down from the bonfire. Without taking off his helmet he approached the two people who were fighting without anyone separating it.
“Adira it's a danger!” yelled Dimas who remained in his vespanya.
Sam snatched the money the thug was holding, then his hand punched the man in the face. Sam didn't want to lose his chance. As the man lay on the street he kept beating him.
“Sam is enough!” Adira tried to break up.
Not in vain Sam stopped and the thug ran away when the opportunity arose.
“What the heck lo. Why fight again?”
Abrisam looked at Adira with breathless breath, sweat pouring out and a battered face.
“Gue..”
Adira. Look into the guy's hand. Sam looked at the money in his hand.
“Lo malakin people?”
“Hah? I'm..”
“Gue did not expect. Not bokap lo property entrepreneurs who are successful again? Why are you still a little bit of a guy? I don't think. Bokap lo must be sad to see his son like this.”
Adira continued to speak without giving Sam a chance to explain.
“Already, free to talk to people like lo.”
The girl stepped away approaching Dimas who was still waiting.
“Come on foot!” Dira patted Dimas on the shoulder as he sat back down.
Dimas runs his motor past Sam who is still silent with a disheveled look.