THE MOTORCYCLE LEADER, MY GIRLFRIEND
17

Dzoki was already standing near the library table where Cyeril was reading a magazine about pregnant women.

Dzoki's gaze was so sharp he looked at Cyeril and snorted in annoyance.

"Ngapain loe here. He said there was a morning lecture? They were both in the library. Was this like this for a long time? So this is the reason for leaving in the morning? Is anyone waiting? Forgetting the same obligation!!" shouted Dzoki who was slightly held back.

Ddzoki was emotionless and furious at Cyeril at this moment. It felt like I wanted to break down the table and stare at Anton.

Cyeril just looked down and closed the magazine he was reading.

"Loe knows, right? Cyeril's working again, with me!! So you don't have to bother him anymore. For the next few months, he's my responsibility, he's mine. If anyone bullies Cyeril then he'll deal with me. No matter who he is!! Loe understands!!" tanya Dzoki firmly voiced right in front of Anton's face while lifting the collar of Anton's shirt and then lowered slowly while patting Anton's shoulder.

"Sorry Ki's. I don't know about that. I'm just sympathetic to Cyeril because his mother just died. I as a friend must be sad," said Anton slowly answer honestly.

"God ... Sympathy keeps pity long - long loe can love to keep falling in love. Aren't you? Honestly, you are comfortable with Cyeril" said Dzoki.

Cyeril raised his face and stared fixedly at Dzoki. Cyeril stood up and pounded the table slowly.

"Enough Brother. Do not aggravate this problem and expand everywhere. We go now" said Cyeril firmly and brought the magazine for him to borrow and read later while at home.

Anton just gawked. There's something strange about Cyeril right now. Cyeril is now different from the Cyeril he used to know.

Cyeril who is currently known looks closed and very careful like he is hiding something.

Dzoki walks behind Cyeril. Cueril paused in the book lending section to write and noted when the book or magazine was returned.

As the two walked down the corridor towards the classroom. Cyeril ventured to ask Dzoki.

"Where are we going?" ask Cyeril slowly.

"Just come!! Don't talk much" said Dzoki slowly.

"Sir Dzoki why the hell? It's not that in our agreement last night, we're both free" said Cyeril, a little hesitant.

"That's me!! Not with loe!! Understand!! Yesterday I said it was the same. We are both free. But ... I don't want to be free!! Know!!" said Dzoki firmly.

Cyeril glanced at Dzoki. Dzoki's attitude really changed and returned when Cyeril first met Dzoki at the beginning of the semester entered the world of lectures.

"Kok is Kak. I also need friends" said Cyeril slowly.

"Please but not with Anton!! Especially together. Cih ... Want bucinan?" accuse Dzoki of cynicism.

"No Brother. Anton was following Cyeril. Cyeril deliberately sat in the library to calm down and no one bothered all waiting for college hours," said Cyeril honestly.

Schedule class session two at the retreat until eleven o'clock in the afternoon. The lecturer of the course was not present.

Dzoki as usual gathered with his gang friends. They misunderstand but Egi looks for a gap to embrace Dzoki back while biding his time for revenge.

Dzoki, Egi and his friends were already sitting leisurely on the stairs while cheering happily without the burden of trouble. Some of them brought their girlfriends and sat together hugging from behind.

A very common sight to see on campus. Even they dared to kiss inside an empty elevator or in a deserted corridor. There is always a gap for those who want to play.

Cyeril stood beside the stairs and stared in all directions from the lobby. He himself was confused as to what to stand here for.

"Relse ... Cyeril's going to the cafeteria, huh? I want to buy a cold drink. Brother wants?" ask Cyeril slowly.

"Cola one. Inget the same can of cigarettes yes," pinta Dzoki slowly without giving money.

Cyeril nodded slowly and walked towards the canteen. On the way to the cafeteria, Anton again approached Cyeril and shocked the woman.

"Hey ... What the hell is it. You're really kind of like Dzoki. Until I heard your call, you changed for him. Call it Brother? This is the problem still going on about that red pomegranate ring? You didn't tell me the truth? I have proof" said Anton slowly.

He felt sorry for Cyeril. Feeling that Cyeril did not respond to him even seemed to ignore Anton became anxious himself and pulled Cyeril's hand until the tiny body turned and accidentally embraced Anton's sturdy and fragrant body.

Cyeril's chest rumbled and his heartbeat beat faster and faster than normal time. Cyeril was afraid that Dzoki would see this. Something completely unintentional.

"Rangh ... Why are you Nton. Don't do this!!" cyeril's voice was loud and he quickly pushed Anton's body away from him.

"You're the reason why Ril. I just feel like you're different than usual. Kmau's face looks frightened and depressed when with Dzoki. What's actually going on? Same story I. Usually you tell me the same story," said Anton quickly.

Anton and Cyreril have been friends for a long time. More precisely they are friends since the orientation period entered the campus perrama times. At that time, Anton immediately fell in love with Cyeril.

Cyeril once helped Anton not to be punished by his older brother by giving the key to the answer to the task he forgot to do. Not forgetting, but the book is left behind.

Their friendship did not get there. They sat close and shared and told each other about everything including personal.

Until one day, Anton once took Cyeril away and expressed his feelings. But Cyeril instead laughed and condemned the smile as if all this was just a joke.

"It's good to be peaceful and friendly gini. If we are. It feels different later. Can't go crazy with each other again," said Cyeril slowly.

"I'm serious Ril. No kidding" Anton tried to convince Cyeril at the time.

"Udah ah .. want to eat," Cyeril replied as he relaxed and did not care.

From then on Anton can only enjoy their relationship in friendship. Anton tries to dive into Cyeril and wait for the right time to express his feelings again.