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After feeling well, Syila quit the UKS and chose kecantin to fill the stomach. Do not expect Syila will forget to eat or not appetite just because of heartache. No. gabe. Syila will remain number one on her stomach.

He stepped straight towards the exit. When he wanted to open the door, he was already the same from the outside.

"Well...lo what is UKS Syil?"ask the person who opened the UKS door.

Syila looked up, she found the upperclassman who happened to know her, looking at her in astonishment.

"Oh, brother Dillon. This is my brother, stomachache. Girl" replied Syila lying, and Dillon nodded his head in confidence.

"Why yourself, brother?"

"Here...gue to take the P3K box"

"Huh? Who's sick?"ask Syila confused. Why isn't that the only one here? Ask in the heart

"That's.si Fira,jatoh from the stairs. Not want to be brought here, he did not like the smell of drugs" explained Dillon who now makes Syila understand why the person did not want to be taken to the UKS.

"Yaudah brother, first yea.mau to the canteen"pamit Syila and taken by Dillon.

Syila walked leisurely towards the canteen. Right at the entrance, she saw Devan sitting there by himself. And that made him lazy. He turned around and left from there.

Only just a peaceful heart, eh.malah who makes a riot in front of the inner eye Syila grumbled.

Just a few steps after turning around, his wrist was choked by someone. He looks.

"Where are you going?"ask that someone.

Base ***chicken. I intentionally hindarin even in front of the eyes of Syila in the heart.

Syila smiled, more precisely the forced smile.

"Eh Devan. No,gue does not want to go anywhere, just want to" ngehindarin elo continued Syila in his heart, and of course still with a 'fake' smile of his.

"Just want to?"devan asked curiously.

"Just go to class. Yes, to the class" Syila replied quickly. Devan then releases his hand on Syila's wrist. Syila stroked her slightly flushed wrist. Maybe Devan didn't realize that it was too tight.

"Yaudah, the first time yes"pamit Syila.

"Eh wait"

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Syila forced her smile. He cursed himself, why he wanted to when invited Devan to the rooftop.

And now, the two of them were sitting on the provided sofa on top of the rooftop. No one opened their voices, only the sound of the wind whirring enveloped them.

"Uhm...Devan?" finally Syila asked, she tried to open the conversation. Because, want to wait until the next few hours, Devan will never want to open the conversation first. Syila wanted to ask something that had stuck in her head earlier.

"Hm?"

"What do you mean, I'm here and we're just being hosted from 30 minutes ago?" finally the question that had stuck his head came out as well.

"There's nothing" Devan replied with a straight-forward view. Syila turned her head towards him and looked at him with a look of disbelief.

"Lo ngajak I came here just to worry about you who just aja from earlier, while enjoying the hot air can burn the skin gini?!"asked Syila in a slightly raised tone.

Devan glanced at Syila, then turned back to face the front.

"Yes,gue just wants to be together again just like you" he replied in a relaxed tone.

Duarr

Syila cleared her throat, she rearranged the look of her face so as not to look happy.

"What do you mean? By telling me to nemenin elo hot-warm here is that it?"syila asked in a quip, "See, there are no romantics" and then grumbled in a soft voice, hoping Devan would not hear it.

But because Devan was right next to her, she could still hear Syila's last words clearly.

He looked at Syila who was looking straight ahead, Syila as if she had never said that.

Devan breathed a rough sigh.

"Lo why?"tanyakanya. Syila gave a quick glance.

"No why" he replied.

"The girl said 'why-why' there must be nothing" Devan said in a flat tone.

"Sok tau, kayak lo the most understand the girl" said Syila with a satirical tone. Devan stared deeply into Syila's bead eyes. Then he turned his hand to lean Syila's head on her shoulder.

"What the hell?!"Syila was a little rebellious, but Devan's palm was still beside her head, holding her back from staying away.

"Diem" Devan said flat and firm, Syila directly according to.

"Lo if there is a problem with my story" Devan said after feeling Syila was no longer rebellious.

"That's nothing!"answer Syila ketus.

"So. Lo kalo kayak gini, there must be nothing" said Devan who is still keukeuh with his question.

Syila's clucking lazy,"Ck, think to yourself"

Again Devan breathed a rough sigh.

"Gue is not Shila's psychic. If I don't tell you, which one knows"

Syila immediately sat up straight from her leaning position earlier. He looked at Devan with a cynical look.

"They are insensitive. If you other guys must immediately know what I have problems with" after saying these words, Syila immediately moved from her seat and walked away from Devan who was thinking about Syila's words earlier.

After waking up from his daydream, Devan immediately ran after Syila who was still at the exit.

"Wait" Devan again blocked Syila's wrist, which made Syila throw him violently.

"Jila!!"Devan snapped, and it made Syila flinch. Earlier...Devan knows that Syila can't be yelled at. But because it has been carried away by emotions, forget all those things. Syila was a little trembling, but no doubt still returned Devan's sharp gaze.

"Lo what the hell?! Please mature little! Don't act childish. Small problems are big! "say Devan with a still snapping tone.

"Lo the shit!!"Reply Syila with a tone no less high.

"It's a small problem for you, but it's not for me. Lo mending from now on away from me. Eleg I see your face" continued Syila with a cynical tone. Devan wanted to answer, but Syila immediately hurriedly interjected.

"And what did you say? I'm childish? Heehh" Syila chuckles cynically.

"Gue ingetin once again the same lo. I´m. Nope. Syifa" said Syila with emphasis on the last sentence.

"Come to Syifa anyway?!"

"Yes because you say that!! It's like you want me to be like him, Devan!!" Syila's breath was hunting, because she was also carried away by emotions.

"Lo it's as if my band wants me to be this childish, same Syifa who always acts like a grown-up Devan! And I don't like that!!!"after saying her last sentence, Syila immediately rushed down the stairs with a hurried pace. She wanted to cry right then and there. Because it hurts so much, if someone we love and trust compares us to someone else. What else in this case, the other person is his twin, the person who also both likes the same person.

It is not enough that his father always compares him to Syifa. Why should the only people he cares about also compare them.

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