Cherophophobic
Liking Someone is a Right

When the break time, Kafka should be with his friends to the canteen the guy was even crawling on the 3rd floor precisely in the 12th grade area. He looked for the figure of the girl he had met earlier in the library. He was still curious about the girl named Natasha.

He remembered clearly, the girl's class bet was XII MIPA 3. But when he arrived at the class the girl he was looking for was not there.

"Who's looking?" ask one of the students.

"In this class is Natasha?" ask Kafka.

"Oh, yes there is. But he's not here. Maybe she's in the park." replied the student.

"Thank you."

After saying thank you, Kafka walked towards a park. In the school there are many parks. But for some reason, his instinct took him to the park right next to the library. And sure enough, the girl he was looking for was in the park reading a book.

"Oh? Kafka's? Why?" natasha asked with a smile as she realized the presence of Kafka right behind her.

"Where do you know it's me?" ask Kafka back.

"I smell your perfume." replied Natasha.

They talk without facing. Kafka was still standing behind Natasha who was sitting on the park chair without any intention of walking up to the girl. Similarly to Natasha, the girl also just sat down without turning around.

"So? What are you looking for me for? Start having a crush, huh?" natasha asked with her laugh.

"What do you mean? About my smile being different from my heart?" ask Kafka without further ado.

Yes, Kafka is. The guy has an honest nature, and doesn't like to say a lot of unimportant sentences. The point is that he doesn't like his name because he thinks it's a waste of time.

"Isn't that true? You're actually happy, and your smile is sincere because you're happy. But in the bottom of your heart there are different situations.. Your situation is hard to explain. It's like you're holding and holding that happiness deep in your heart so you don't come out and be seen." replied Natasha.

Kafka was surprised to hear Natasha's reply. How did this girl in front of him know about it? Yes, it's true what Natasha said. He was happy, completely happy with his daily life. The smile she displayed was not a fake smile either. But according to what Natasha said, in the depths of her heart she was very afraid of being too happy. He was afraid he would feel sadness afterwards. So he harbored his happiness and hoped nothing would happen.

"Where do you know all that?" ask Kafka.

"Easy, it reads from the look in your eye." cetus Natasha.

Kafka was silent for a moment. Then say something before you leave. "Don't give me anything else. I won't accept it." Kafka said. Then turn around and go from there.

But before Kafka actually left, Natasha stood up and turned to face Kafka. "Why can't it? L like you. I want to make you able to express that happiness." Natasha said loudly.

Natasha Kafka stopped her steps. His hands were tightly clenched. "Don't try to make me happy, because I don't want to." replied Kafka. Then the guy stepped his foot again. After 3 steps Kafka stopped and said something. "And don't like me!" kafka said firmly. After that, he left the park completely, leaving Natasha.

The girl throws her lips in response to Kafka's words.

"Why can't it? Liking someone is everyone's right. It's up to me dong." murmured Natasha.

We're going to Kafka, after the park. He immediately went to the cafeteria because his friends must have been waiting for him. And sure enough, all his friends no one touched their food rations.

"Why not eat first?" kafka asked as she pulled up the chair next to Yohan and sat there.

"It's not complete to know, eat if there is no Lo" Azam replied.

"Well, I've been queuing for Lo's rations" Yora said as she handed Kafka a tray of food.

"Where did you buy the biscuits?" ask Hazel.

"He'em, it's really nice to njay." said Arzel.

"Darling, just a little." Azam said.

"It looks like it's homemade. There is no store name on the package either. Do you make yourself Kaf?" ask Yora to Kafka.

Kafka scratched his back neck that did not feel itchy. "No, I'm not the one making it. It's hard people." Kafka answered honestly.

"What is that usually?" nathan asked as Kafka recalled putting snacks, drinks and other items on his desk without Kafka's knowledge.

"Hm." answered Kafka briefly while eating his food.

They ate together and joked. A warm and cheerful atmosphere enveloped the seven of them. Even though Yohan was silent, but the cold guy still radiated happiness from the look of his eyes.

In the midst of their jokes, Kafka's eyes suddenly turned to someone who was buying drinks in the cafeteria.

Taps!

"Hayoloh look what?" azam asked while patting Kafka on the shoulder.

Instantly all his friends stared in the direction Kafka was looking at.

"Woah, Kafka we've made progress" Azam teased Kafka.

"After the purgatory of a Nathan shipwrecked, the new ship of the eakkk" said Arzel also mocked.

No! Nathan, sitting next to Arzel, clasped his best friend's forehead. "Not to mention anj*ng!" spray Nathan in annoyance.

"No, I don't like him. Just, curious doang. You guys know him?" kafka asked without turning her gaze away from Natasha

"He's a transfer student from High School in the next town. Maybe he moved 3 months ago. Why indeed?" Yora answered Kafka's question and asked again.

Kafka shook his head.

"He's the one who gave me all that." Yohan suddenly chirped.

"Ehhh.."

"Certainly Kaf?" ask Hazel.

"That's right, but rather than discussing it. Mending discuss when to practice for midterm activities. Our class hasn't been rehearsed at all. As for the other classes, I saw it already in practice" Kafka said, shifting the subject.

And successfully, his friends immediately noisily talk about midterm activities that will be done next Sunday. Kafka was completely unfocused on the conversation as her eyes continued to look at Natasha. Even though his lips said no, but he could not lie to his heart that there was a sense of attraction with the figure of the girl named Natasha.

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