Click Your Heart's
Chapter 173
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This afternoon, Cello wants to get his bike. Cello got off the car. "Sir, don't wait for me, I will go home on a bike," cello said to the driver.
"Good, den." After that Mr. Hasan left the tire patch location.
It was unexpected that Cello met his classmates at the car repair shop. "Anwar," call Cello.
When they met bertos ria. "I didn't think you were a rich kid" he said, shaking his head. While Cello only reviewed a smile in response to Anwar's words.
"Never tell a story?" Ask Anwar.
"What to tell?" Ask Cello back.
"Yes, it's all about your family. It's only right when Mita pranks you to pay for the snacks of one class, you just shut up. Cool." Praise Anwar while giving two thumbs up.
"Because the rich are my parents. Why show off their treasures? People will think we're arrogant."
Anwar. "What you really said. By the way I can't play to your house?"
"May, but wait for my bike to be fixed" Cello responded quickly. He doesn't mind if any of his friends want to play. Just this time there is a friend who wants to play because no one knows that he is the son of a rich man.
After repairs, Anwar cycled with Cello to his house. Just entering the courtyard of the Cello house, Anwar was already amazed by the vast courtyard.
"What's the city park?" Anwar murmured in admiration of the splendor of Cello's parents' house.
"Let's go in," call Cello. Anwar nodded enthusiastically. He was curious about his house.
"If the outside is this good what about the inside?" Inner Anwar.
Anwar was surprised when he saw the contents of the house occupied by Cello.
"Have his friend come?" Ask Cindy.
"Here's called Anwar, Ma. My classmates."
"Assalamualaikum Aunt, I'm Anwar." Sapa Anwar politely.
"Begging Nah to drink for his friend" Cindy ordered.
"Good, Ma. Anwar you sit down first." Anwar nodded.
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They chatted for a long time accompanied by small meals and soft drinks. It doesn't feel like it's afternoon. Anwar.
"Thank you for being allowed to play at your house" Anwar said.
"Either. Next time can I play at your house?" Ask Anwar about Cello.
Anwar hesitated to answer. "But my house is not as luxurious as this house," he replied with a lowered head.
"It's okay. We're friends." Anwar sparkles when Cello recognizes himself as a friend. At school, he was always shunned by his friends.
"I'm saying yes" Anwar waved.
"His friend is home?" Cindy asked while holding Daisy's hand.
"Where are you going to be neat?" Ask Cello.
"Tonight, my mom is going to the show. You wanna come?" Ask Cindy.
"No ma, Cello wants to do PR because it's collected tomorrow."
"Yes, mama's gonna be just a minute." Afterwards, Cindy takes Daisy away with a chauffeur.
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Cindy woke up Cello. "Cello, move her sleep later her back pegel," Cindy reminded subtly.
The next day Cello could not go to school on a bicycle because the rain was too heavy. "You'd better be with me" Devon offered his son a ride. Cello agreed.
Devon sets off in his fancy car to drive Cello and Daisy to school and off to work.
Upon arrival at school, Cello got out of the car while using an umbrella. When he just got off, Cello passed by the car that drove Mita.
Mita glanced outwards. He was shocked when Cello waved at a car.
"No way," Mita denied her sight.
The cello covered her umbrella when it reached the school corridor. Then he walked into his classroom. Anwar patted Cello on the shoulder.
"What were you riding on?" Ask Anwar.
"Delivered with my parents," he replied unwilling to be arrogant.
"Wear the car?" Ask Anwar to make sure.
"Car?" Mita said when she heard cello and Anwar talk. The two young men stopped their steps when they heard Mita's voice.
"Yes, you don't know if the cello really is...." Before Anwar finished his sentence, Cello interrupted.
"Eh, I haven't put the assignment on the teacher's desk yet, you want to?" Ask Anwar about Cello. Without waiting for approval from his friend, Cello pulls Anwar's hand.
"Why the hell?" Anwar's question didn't understand the change in Cello's attitude.
"I don't like to show off. Don't say anything to anyone else, especially Mita. I don't want to fight with him." Anwar. He salutes his friend, although the son of a rich man but he is not arrogant like Mita.
Mita blocks the way of Cello when she enters the classroom. "What did you come here for?" Ask Mita.
Cello didn't answer Mita's question he just barged in. Mita pulls the collar of the cello shirt from behind. Cello has been patient enough but Mita continues to ignite her emotions. He brushed Mita's hand off violently.
"You dared to beat me" Mita accused. Mita started it.
"Aw, Aw, my hand," Mita pretended to be in pain from realizing the teacher was about to enter her class.
"What's this?" Ask the teacher of the first subject.
"He hit my hand, sir." Mita pointed towards Cello.
"Is there evidence?" Challenge Cello.
"All of our classmates watched it, didn't they?" Mita asks for support from her friend but the one asked does not support her. She is the girl who was arrested in the mall.
"No, sir. Mita's just pretending." The girl gave testimony. Mita rounded her eyes. The girl pulled the tip of her lips. Mita clenched her hands in annoyance.
"Let's go back to your seats. We start today's lesson."
Mita stomped her feet. He stared dislikefully at Cello and the girl who gave the testimony.
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After returning home from school, Mita is confronted by her friend. "Why are you guys?" Tanya Mita was nervous. He retreated his steps.
"Why you even left me at the mall. Lo ngaku temen but not loyal friends," the girl sneered with a cynical laugh.
"What am I waiting for you, thief."
Plaques
Mita's face was slapped by the girl. Mita held onto her hot cheek. "How dare you slap me," Mita snapped.
"Why? Look out if Lo's mouth ngadu to the teacher, I made a tear and entered the hospital." Threaten her to make Mita cover her mouth with the palm of her hand. After that they left.
Mita's heart pounded to get an uncomfortable treatment from her friend. Suddenly someone held out a bottle of mineral drink from behind.
Mita. "You?" He looked into the boy's eyes.