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My savior lover

My Savior Lover My name is Vira, I have to bury my dream of becoming a scholar because of economic difficulties. To ease the cost of living, Mother left me at my Aunt's house, to be sent to school. Until one day, Mother fell ill and could no longer work. I automatically became the breadwinner of the family. Armed with a high school diploma, I worked as an office girl at a modeling agency. One day I was accused of stealing modeling contract files by the office manager. However, the CEO of the company owner did not believe the manager's accusation. Did Vira succeed in proving who slandered him? Hi reader ... Follow the story, and don't forget to like and comment. Thank you.

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Savior man

Part 12.

"Vir... why don't you have a snack? You don't have any money, do you?" a question startled me.

"Hm, it's him again," I mumbled.

"I'm full, Bro! I have a lot of pocket money, just buy ten bowls of meatballs at once," I answered casually.

"Wow, where do you get the money from? Dismantle the piggy bank, okay?" he sneered with a laugh and walked away.

The classmate didn't know that I had taken a photo of his face covered by a mask. All of that I did so curious about his real face. If my guess is correct, I will poke his mouth that likes jealousy.

"Very ... introduce your classmate earlier!" Triana had just appeared with a bowl of meatballs and a bottle of sauce in her hand.

"Do you want to eat or have a competition? Look, the portion of the meatball doesn't fit on the plate!" I scoffed while shaking my head.

"Tara... this is what makes the bowl full!" Triana shows the claw soup from behind the noodles.

"Ahh, you haven't answered my question yet!"

"Well, save the photo first, then meet yourself!" I said pointing to the photo.

"Wow, how come, Virr! This is so cool!" Triana screamed while covering her mouth.

****

It turns out that Triana secretly has a crush on their classmate who is julid bin jutek. I'm just curious about his face. Now there is no intention of dating. If you know Mother or Aunt Nur, you can get angry. So back to the original goal of learning for the future.

Strangely, it was Triana who had a big crush, but I was always greeted by Bro Nugroho. Every time I met him in the cafeteria, he would say something that irritated me.

Today I did not go to the canteen, because Triana was already with other friends. If you want to get Bro Nugroho's attention, then Triana invites me. Hm, you naughty girl, why do you have a crush on a match?

"Hey, new kid! Don't you want to go to the canteen?"

Sis Nugroho had just appeared in front of my classroom door. Another friend who saw Bro Nugroho's presence in class immediately whispered like a bee.

"Brother talk to me, okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, who else?" he answered bitterly.

"My name is Vira, Bro! I'm not a new kid, because I've been here for three months!" I said no less.

"Ha-haa, you can also joke!" he said as he approached my desk.

"I miss you if I don't see you for a day!" he said in an almost inaudible whisper

Haha... I was surprised to hear his voice but got over it right away. Appear I intend to bully him.

"Maybe Bro has the wrong person, Bro miss the new kid and keeps smelling innocent again!" I taunted him making his face red.

"Whatever ... the important thing is that I speak the truth," he said as he walked out of my class.

I glanced left and right, it turned out that another friend was wearing a jealous face. Usually, he is the student council administrator, so many have a crush, I thought.

*****

I have been living with my aunt and family for three months. Yesterday I promised I could go home to see my mother and sister once a week. It turned out that Aunt Tin was sick, he went home to his son for treatment. Automatically, I took the place of the kitchen duties.

Before and after school, I have to do the work that Aunt Tin usually does. Meanwhile, two of my cousins ​​never wanted to help with chores in the kitchen. They are used to living well, everything is available, just eat.

Not infrequently I was almost late because of preparing breakfast for their family. Just be patient, this is only temporary until Aunt Tin returns to this house, I thought.

However, it had been more than ten days, there was no news from the middle-aged woman. When I asked Mr. Ahmad, Aunt Tin's husband, he said Aunt Tin had gout. So it's a recovery period.

"Viraa, your pocket money, Auntie, leave it to Sis Maya, okay!" Auntie said when I washed the dishes after dinner.

"Yes, Auntie," I said as I cleaned up the kitchen and dishwasher.

By Morning ...

After dawn, I went straight to the kitchen to clean up and prepare breakfast. After breakfast, I saw Aunt and Uncle Iwan go first. So Auntie suggested that I go to school in Sis Maya's car, my cousin happened to have a photoshoot in the morning.

I nodded my head when Aunt spoke like that. but I'm not sure if Maya wants to take me to school. Hm, let's talk later, who knows my Sister is kind. I rushed into the bathroom, not wanting to be late like yesterday.

Fifteen minutes later, I was neatly dressed in a white-gray uniform. Sis Maya I see is heating the car engine. Sis Mila did not participate, because she went to college in the afternoon.

The lunch box is already in the bag, just wear shoes. From outside I heard the sound of the fence being opened, then the sound of a car leaving the yard.

I ran outside with my shoe still on. Sis Maya has left me.

"Loh, why don't you come along with Sis Maya?" asked Sis Mila who had just come down from the top floor.

"Sis Maya has gone, sis! Maybe she forgot, that I was going to ride her car," I said slowly.

"Hm, hurry up and take an angkot! You'll be late again!" said Sis Mila.

After saying goodbye to Sis Mila, I ran outside the fence. Hopefully, this morning's bus is not too full of passengers. After all, Auntie is not, as usual, I went to the shop early in the morning, and I became miserable like this, fate is the one who lives on this ride, I mumbled.

I have arrived at the crossroads, waiting for a bus. I glanced at my watch, only twenty minutes left. But not a single bus has passed yet. Duh, how about this, better walk, than be late.

Tiinn ... thing ...

The sound of motorcycle horns deafened my ears.

"Come on, up!" the voice behind is startling.

I turned to the source of the sound, Bro Nugroho stopped right next to me. He invited me to get on his motorbike. Without thinking, I immediately agreed to his invitation.

To be continued...