Cherophophobic
Want to Learn to Martialism?

The next day Kafka woke up early enough to stop by Kaila's house to thank her. Kafka will never deny what he said. If you said yesterday that you were going to Kaila's house, it would come.

The guy pedals his bike through the fields and plantations. Yes, Gifari Housing does have an atmosphere like in the village. There are several plots of land reserved for residential residents farming or gardening. Housing is intended for the lower middle class community.

After a long time pedaling his bike, Kafka finally arrived at the crossroad. In front of Kaila's house. The little girl was seen playing in front of a fish pond in a school uniform. Looks like he's going to school soon.

"Babelle!!" call Kafka.

Hearing a familiar voice, the girl turned her head. When he saw who had come Kaila immediately ran towards Kafka.

"Sir Kaka!" hello Kaila.

"Kafka is beautiful." said Kafka justifying while pinching Kaila's nose plan.

"Hehe, forgot brother's name. That's sister's face why on the plaster and bruises like that?" kaila asked while pointing at Kafka's face.

The guy immediately fumbled his forehead. And sure enough there's plaster there. The corner of his lips still hurts when held. Not wanting Kaila to worry, Kafka shook her head while smiling sweetly even though the corner of her lips hurt when lifted. "No pa-pa. Yesterday my sister fell off her bike" Kafka said, stroking Kaila's head.

The little girl nodded her head in understanding. "Oh yes, Aunt Anggi has given her candy to sister yet?" ask Kaila

"Udah dong! Thanks yeah! The candy is sweet, like your smile." Kafka replied with a small laugh.

"Ihh gombal, big brother of the crocodile!" chirps Kaila.

Kafka immediately laughed crisply at what Kaila said. "Hey! What class do you know about crocodiles?" ask Kafka.

"Jeila? Kaila class 4! Know dong! Kaila often accompanies you to watch soap operas." replied Kaila with her innocent face.

Kafka smiled a little. His hand raised gently rattled Kaila's hair. "Yaudah, if you've come all the way from the crocodile okay! You can be eaten!" kafka advised.

"So Kaila has to be away from Kak Kafka?" ask Kaila.

"Ehh! No! Brother is not a crocodile! Brother man!" kafka said.

Are really. It is difficult to explain something to a child who is half-know and half-plain. Sometimes it was as if he knew a lot, but when given a further explanation suddenly appeared his innocent side.

"Babelle! Let's breakfast!" yelled her Mama Kaila from inside the house.

Heard the screams from his mother Kaila. Kafka immediately reached into his pocket and gave Kaila a lollipop. "Now, make Kaila. Eat it later if you have breakfast okay?"

"OKo brother! Thanks yeah!" said the little girl and immediately ran into the house.

Kafka smiled slightly at Kaila who ran into the house. Yep, Kafka really likes kids. But among the children she had met Kaila was the most unique to her. Why so? Yeah, that's easy. Where there are 4th grade SD children already know the terms gombal and crocodile. Especially from the soap opera.

"Unique girl." muttered Kafka. The boy then took his bike back to school.

Kafka arrived at school at about seven. Lucky at Ivarnest High School the gates are closed at half-eight, unlike in his Junior High which seven gates are closed. When Kafka had just parked his bike. His friends immediately approached him.

"Nijer! What's your face?!" ask Arzel.

"Who's fighting?" ask Nathan.

Kafka shook his head. "Son, just fell off the bike" replied Kafka.

Kafka sighed. Suppose lying to them was as easy as lying to Kaila earlier. "Just like my rivals at Junior High" Kafka replied honestly.

"Why can it be battered? You're not volunteering?" ask Hazel. The girl spoke while chewing her snacks.

Kafka shook his head. "Gue can't defend himself" Kafka replied with a smile. "Have it, don't think about it. Most of the time I don't pa-pa really" Kafka said to calm his friends. Because it seems obvious they are all emotional.

"Can't do it dong! It's as if you're mukulin people because of rivals!" cetus Arzel while rolling up his sleeves.

"Don't be brave, just meet the goons Lo run away." Nathan chanted while yelling at Arzel's forehead.

"Jir, at least skill one first." Yora said with a laugh.

"Know! So people really demen ngeroasting cute kids like me." said Arzel with a super alay facial expression.

"I swear, I want to puke" said Hazel.

"Udah-ud. Let's go to the field. The show's starting soon." take Nathan.

They excitedly ran a little towards the field. Unlike Kafka and Yohan who chose to walk. For Yohan is already from there rigid nature, there is no way he wants to run around like that. While Kafka, it really feels like he wants to run with his friends. But his bruised legs still ached for running.

"Hisch.. Fucking geo.." muttered Kafka.

Yohan stopped her steps. And so is Kafka. The boy stopped when Yohan stopped walking.

"What's wrong?" ask Kafka.

"You want to learn martial arts?" ask Yohan.

Kafka shut up for a moment. He was confused as to what he would answer. To be honest he had wanted to learn martial arts for a long time. Because he does need martial arts to protect himself from the people who used to bully him, especially Geo Sanjaya. But he was afraid of not being able to control his emotions when he could already martial arts. That is, when he was armed with martial arts, then he could not control his emotions and attacked the person who made him angry. That's what Kafka was afraid of.

"Wouldn't you?" ask Yohan again.

"Gue was afraid I couldn't control myself" Kafka replied as he looked at Yohan.

Yohan silently looked into Kafka's eyes deeply. Just one look he could tell that this guy in front of him had a lot of problems during this time from the look in his eyes. But between that lies sincerity and honesty in his eyes.

"Gue help" said Yohan.

"But..." Kafka still seems to doubt.

From here Yohan can find out how good Kafka's heart is. Even to the person who hurt her, she did not want to repay him.

Without waiting for an answer from Kafka, Yohan moved her hand to reach the phone Kafka was holding. Then he put his number in Kafka's phone.

"Think." said Yohan while returning Kafka's phone. Then the guy walks first leaving Kafka still pensive.

"Should it?" kafka muttered while staring at the number Yohan had given him earlier.

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