Different
The nightmare?

POV Author

"Ke-te-mu"

Jederrr!!

Like there was lightning striking in the middle of a hole. Syila died a flea, and only showed a foolish smiling expression.

"E-uh...Devan. How are you?"

What the heck lo Syil, very difficult Syila in the heart, still with a strange smile. Devan raised his eyebrows, then he stood up straight and helped Syila out from under the table.

"Hehehe..makasih ya Dev, have been willing to help"and only taken by Devan.

"Why talk?"

"Huh? What's?" Devan rolled his eyes lazily. Already memorized the habits of Syila who pretended not to be confused when he was introgasi.

"Lu, why did you meet at Gina's desk?"

Whatwasthat?One, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Waw! Syila was supposed to capture this moment, because it happened very, very rare. Devan does not usually speak more than 3 words. It was a miracle of a Devan. Honey, right now the moment is really not right, for these things.

Syila was dumb.

"Hey!"call Devan while moving his hand in front of Syila's face.

"Eh,iya.So there was a crazy guy chasing me. Hehe...Ordinary.beautiful people are chasing after" Syila pretended to smile proudly while flicking her long hair back. In his heart he was half alive.

"Hmmm....Crazy guy, huh?"devan asked as she brought her face closer to Syila's.

"Haha-iyha..."Syila tried to push Devan's chest away from her face.

The smell of mint mixed with the smell of vanilla, lurking in Syila's sense of smell, which from when to make it comfortable. Unknowingly he closed his eyes inhaling deeply in the scent.

His consciousness returned when a voice caught them.

"Ekhem!!" the bass sound made them return to their original position. Syila desperately held in shame, because I don't know since when all the teachers there noticed the two of them.

"You want to date not in the teacher room, not very elite anyway"

"E-eh.bapak,sorry sir. I said come out first" Without waiting for an answer, Syila immediately came out of the teacher's room, and chose to go to her class. Ignoring the swiping and whistling of the teachers who were teasing him. It was so bad he buried himself alive now.

His face was red, ashamed. He walked down to hit some people who were in the corridor. Without apologizing, he continued the event in a hurry.

***

Syila is currently in class. Sitting on his chair while covering his face using both of his palms. Tika and Sera who had been watching him since, looked at each other, asking what was wrong with Syila. Because since the bell rang, Syila was still loyal in that position, 30 minutes he spent just to cover his face. Fortunately, their class is currently free.

"Eh munyuk, what's the face in closed so from earlier, huh?"tika asked while shaking Syila's head.

Still with her hands covering her face Syila replied, "Why not" she said with a muffled voice in the palm of her hand.

"Why don't you know, do your face close? Not stuffy what?"Tika's hand moved to open Syila's hand that covered her face.

"That's right.red all your faces"Syila grinned.

"Lu sick?"sera asked and answered the trousers by Syila.

"Lha continues?"

Syila smiled clumsyly. He then turned his brain to give a reason, because it was impossible for him to tell the true events.

"Maybe it's because I closed it down this time. The weather is hot" he replied while showing his trademark grin, Syila was grateful for his acting talent which may have been a natural talent since birth.

"****, the weatherman is overcast with gini"

"It's the cloud that makes the air hot"

"Yinen"

"So, that's real"

Tika who understood the intuition immediately switched the conversation.

"Don't you first, my house has an event. Sometime yes"

"Well.alesan mulu lu. There was a long time ago.aja alesannya"Tika crossed his hands in front of his chest, while throwing away his gaze.

"Not my dear Tika alesan.emang now again there is an event. Anyhow..Why do you want to meet Syifa?"

Tika seemed to think, "OK,gue will not go to your house" he said in the end, which makes Syila relieved. It's easy to persuade this Tika, Syila thought.

"But..." Tika looked at Syila with narrowed eyes.

"But what?"

"But.weekend we walk the road!!" Syila's smile expands.

"Agreed"

***

Syila POVs

The bell came home ringing. I quickly cleaned up my things on the table.

"Girls, the first time!"pamit me and immediately ran out, without hearing Tika and Sera's answer.

Dukk

"Ohhh jidat!" I stroked my forehead because it hurt so much. How not to get sick, if what I hit is something pretty hard.

"Where are you going?" I'm looking. It turned out that what I hit was Devan's arm blocking the classroom door.

"Devan! Move aside! I want to go back"

I tried to push Devan's arm that was blocking my way out so I couldn't get out.

"So. Lo come with me" he said firmly. I remembered Syifa's words.

"Gu-gue was told to go home with Dev's spit"

"Yaudah,gue anterin"

"No.gue, stop by the bookstore for a second"

"Gue Anterin" Nih son keukeuh really want to nganterin me back. Later if Syifa knows how dong. I tried to rack my brain to find a reasonable answer.

"No need to Devan...I want to go home" said I am still patient.

"Are you avoiding me?"ask her with a probing look. I'm wondering, or else this Devan is if I'm avoiding him.

"No, really"

"I'm just anterin"

"GUE SAID NO, NO, DEVAN!!"

Uh, why am I snapping at him? Really I accidentally snapped at him, I was just upset because he was so stubborn. No papa, counting is one of my ways to move on from him. Anyway I'm lazy to argue with Syifa for this kind of problem.

Looks like Devan's arm blocking me is weakening. Without giving up the opportunity, I immediately hit his weakened arm and immediately ran fast without looking back, passing through several corridors in order to get out of school.

When I got to the stop, I ordered a taxi online. After a few minutes, the taxi I ordered came. I quickly entered the taxi and asked the driver to walk immediately.

I'm getting home. Why I don't feel good.

"Assalamualaikum" there is no answer as usual. My legs extended towards my room. But it was because of that, that made me pass through the living room. There was Syifa who was struggling spoiled in papa's arms, and papa who smiled gently to Syifa.

I did not believe that Syifa was used by papa. Because what? Because papa still always let Syifa indulge with him, still obey what he said and still like to defend him. Is that what is called a tool?

Sure ain't.

Syifa only envies me if I have freedom. Yes, freedom. Freedom, which even if I go home lifeless papa still never want to hug me, never want to smile softly at me, even glancing at me as if it would make him blind.

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