After a tiring journey with my online motorcycle taxi brother, I finally arrived at school.
"How come you take a motorcycle taxi? Where's your driver?" said Bambang who had just left the parking lot and ran over to me.
"Long story! No need to ask!"
"Sigh, you're really rude, you know?! Why didn't you call me anyway, I'll definitely pick you up later!"
"I don't want to, Naca will be jealous!"
"Halah, it's really not working, he's jealous of you!"
"Why is that? I'm beautiful, smart, kind, not arrogant, likes to save, likes to help, anyway I'm a really dream girl! You could be blinded by my perfection, then have a crush on me!"
Bambang just shook his head slowly looking at me.
"Did you hit your head on the head?" asked Bambang casually.
"How do you know?" I screamed in disbelief.
"What have you bumped into?"
I took a deep breath. Remembering what happened this morning really made me embarrassed.
