"Dara, you look pale. Better just take a break first."

Andara Xaviera, the girl whose hair was tied high, let out a tired breath. It had been twenty minutes that she leaned back against the wall to rest as her karate coach said. Her hand then took the cellphone, opened the camera application to look in the mirror. Seeing how pale she really is.

"Huh, if dad finds out, this will be complicated."

Dara pulled her bag and reached into something in the bag. But it turns out that the girl forgot to bring lipstick.

"Oy! Dara Noodle!" a guy who looked like her leaned beside her suddenly. His movement was a little ambushed, successfully making Dara gasped instantly.

The girl grinned lazily. "Uh you punk, can you not have to call my name like that?"

"Because I'm hungry."

"Ape you, it's not clear."

Daniel laughed dry without a burden. It has become his routine to bother Dara. I don't know, they've been close since they were in middle school. That's why it looks really familiar. Until often their friends who just met them must think they are dating, even though they are just friends.

"I swear I'm really tired, Dar. Get a good massage." Daniel then leaned his head on Dara's shoulder. Ignoring Dara who was still struggling with pale lips.

See! They stick together like devil glue?

"Up to you."

Daniel hit the top of Dara's head lightly. "What are you doing, Dar? Keep rubbing your lips. I just know how you feel. Auto becomes Venom's twin."

"Huh! I'm not rubbing stupid lips! You see, my lips are pale. I forgot to bring lipstick. Just know how my father is if he knows I'm sick."

"Okay, come here let me help you make your lips red." Daniel pursed his lips which immediately received a warm welcome from Dara's hand, which immediately pushed her forehead away.

"Unclean. I don't understand anymore I could have a perverted brain friend like you."

Daniel laughed. "Still better to be assisted."

"Help my palalu sled! Because I'm just feeling limp, huh, if not, I'll just crab your neck."

"Geez Dar, we haven't done anything yet, it's just limp."

Inviting this gelud mah.

Be thankful because today Dara is not feeling well, otherwise they might have been wrestling really since earlier. Even though Dara's hands were really itching to throw Daniel into the pool with lots of piranhas right now.

"You dog, Dan. How about my video? Are you done yet?"

Daniel chuckled irritably. "You see, Yutub continues to think about. When will I be?"

"Bacot. Seriously,"

Daniel chuckled. "Yes, yes, Dar, already. I'll send it later. You must be sick because you ate late again, right? It's fun to keep making videos, you know. You know the taste, right?"

Dara chuckled. Daniel knows very well. Because of that it was difficult for him to lie to the guy. "So your partner is very sensitive. Um, the training takes a long time? I'll go back first, want to take a break. Don't forget to send the video! I want to upload it."

"Yes, yes Dar. Don't forget my salary!"

Dara only laughed briefly before then got up and said goodbye to her coach. Because he seems to have to go home first.

***

"Mom, tell daddy, pick me up."

Andara walked along the sidewalk while on the phone with Amira, his mother. After leaving the practice site, Dara intended to go to the minimarket for a while. Want to buy something.

"Yes, because Dara wants to rest." Her steps then turned towards the twenty-four hour minimarket in the karate training area.

"Just tell dad to pick me up in front of Alfamart. The thing is that someone wants Dara to buy it." The girl pushed open the mini market door, bumped into a man walking out.

"Alright, mom."

After hanging up the call, the girl immediately looked for the item she was looking for. Then immediately paid the cashier because coincidentally all he wanted to buy was a colored lipbalm and a bottle of mineral water. After that he gradually went out to wait for his papa in front of the mini market.

Dara took the cellphone and opened the cellphone camera to look in the mirror before smearing her lips with the lipbalm she had just bought.

Not too excessive or too much. The problem is Dara knows exactly what will happen if her papa finds out why the girl is not feeling well. Of course Dara doesn't want to be separated from her vlogging world. Have you been doing it secretly all this time, did you know it was just a minor problem?

"Waiting for a taxi, girl?"

"Huh?" Dara looked awkwardly to the side. Uncle, when Dara's sight looks flirtatious, is looking at her.

Being watched by the uncle like the person beside her made Dara uncomfortable. But his mother always taught us that we shouldn't be rude to older people. So Dara gave a modest response.

"No, I'm waiting for dad."

"Ooh. At night like this in this area it really likes to be lonely,"

Dara smiled awkwardly. Maybe it can't be said to be a smile, at least he responds modestly. Because afterwards Dara focused on looking at her cellphone screen.

"Still in school, right, girl?"

Is this really too annoying?

Again Dara responded awkwardly. "Yes,"

Instead of bothering to answer the om-om's question, it's better for Dara to put on a hands-free, pretending to listen to a song. At least the uncle was sensitive enough not to ask any more questions.

At first Dara thought that the uncles were no longer asking her to communicate. But when she felt something crawling behind her body, Dara reflexively looked back.

It turned out that om-om's hand was groping his back!

With her karate skills, Dara immediately twisted the om-om's hand. "Bastard! How dare you touch me you jerk!"

Forget about her mother's advice that requires Dara to be polite. While this old man was acting so insolent to her!

The person grinned instead. Dara cursed that her body was not fit so it was easy for the man to beat her until she fell.

"Just tell me if you like it too,"

"Jerk." Dara, who sat on the floor, was staring at the om-om-om.

Bugh!

The uncle staggered down after a guy kicked him roughly in the back.

The boy crawled up and grabbed the om-om by the collar before punching him once. "I've warned you not to harass women again!"

The uncle who was getting scared immediately pushed the guy away and then ran away. The boy who looked the same age as him then moved towards Dara. Help the girl to her feet.

"Thanks," said the girl casually as she patted her slightly dirty white uniform.

"That person is a pervert. How many times has he bullied a girl in the area." the boy made a voice, making Dara turn his head.

"Have you been beaten often, haven't you?"

The boy shrugged. "Maybe. I've only spoken to him twice. Usually I always speak well."

"People like that don't deserve to be repaired!"

The boy smiled faintly. "But there is a chance he will come back here soon,"

Dara raised an eyebrow. "Why is that?"

"Maybe he's not alone," the boy glanced down the street. "He must have brought his arms."

Dara's eyes widened after glancing at the end of the road. The guy's guess is right. And the number of perverted people was not small.

"And we have to run,"

"Huh?" Dara was getting nervous. What if her papa comes?

"B-but d-dad-"

But the boy stuck out his hand instead. "Trust me,"

Can you believe how we don't know?

But Dara didn't want to die silly or anything at this time. She still has to increase his subscriber up. So, she chose to just run away with that guy.

***