DIFFERING
Chap 25 (Hand-Destroyed)

...The Universe should keep the story a secret. However, why does the Universe not want to be happy for me? ...

The long silence that they both maintained began to erode as the sound of slow breathing came out from one of them. Trying to open up access for the two to explain each other. Or, rather, one of those who had to start. Until the hour hand that rushes between the two is back to dominate. But it did not take long until the full low voice of the prosecution crept in, breaking the long silence they had left.

"So, what are you doing all that for?."

The two neutrals clashed against each other for a few seconds. But then they cut each other off.

Those behind the wall between the living room and the living room were silent. Being a listener ten minutes ago was fruitless. Because, both are still reluctant to make a sound until the voice asked the owner of the house creeps.

The guest, the figure who was now sitting with his haughty face was looking up. Staring sharply at his opponent with fire that enveloped both his eyeballs.

"Lo want to know why I did it?."

His tone was soft, but inside there was a hateful gesture he was trying to dim.

"Because I don't know, so I'm asking you now. Siska!."

The two look locked onto each other. Give each other a danger signal that can explode at any time. Already, enough Zoya silenced from now on. Now he just wants to know the reason behind the behavior of a friend who has been considered a good friend. But, as the saying goes. The people closest to you are more dangerous. And, it's actually true.

Siska smiled faintly, but the look on her face was still not as peaceful as the first time she came. Not carrying an apology or regret, but anger for what.

"Because of you, Zoya!."

"Yes, I know that. But, the reason why you llakin to me is because what is Sis? I have what's wrong with you, until you slander me like that?."

Slowly, the annoyance that Zoya had been holding back had reached its peak. Bringing the cold of the space melted together the flames of the two.

"Because from the beginning I didn't like you! And what happened after camp that time made me hate the same lo, Zoya!."

"On what basis?" she replied quickly.

"So, Brother Hariz would rather be like you than me!."

Unknowingly snapping Siska made all the ears there silent. Freeze. With the estimates in their brains. Digesting every word of Siska.

Zoya is still tight-lipped. Staring at Siska with a gaze demanding that the child continue.

"Gue has loved Hariz since the first time I went to school. Long before you knew Kak Hariz was organized. But, in fact, the attention that I have been pointing at has never been glimpsed at all. He-even deketin lo and, yesterday when he realized his feelings there I did not like the same lo!."

Zoya fell silent. Quite surprised by Siska's words that had unconsciously shed her tears even though she did not reduce her angry gaze. So were the three people who were both shocked. But, not with Varo who began to rotate the incident where he saw the two upperclassmen. With Siska who also recorded everything.

"So, because of jealousy you can be as close as Sis?."

"Gue wants Kak Hariz to change his perspective to elo! I've been holding on all this time to see your closeness, but not for now. I'm sick of seeing that innocent face, Zoy!."

After that, silence returned. Giving pause for both of them to breathe also restored the calm that had been lost. Until I let down Zoya's voice came back.

"Honestly, I used to love Hariz. But that was before. And if I know you like Kak Hariz I'll also keep her distance."

Without them noticing, there was a feeling of relief that the figure felt. Until the corner of his lips curved upwards.

"Instantially, I didn't give any response when he revealed all? If I still like it, I'll give Sis a reply. But you saw for yourself, didn't I just diem yesterday, hm?."

"But you're just like him he likes you! Ngaku Zoy, lo seneng right it turns out he also likes lo, huh?!."

"How come you're nyolot anyway? I said that before, now it doesn't mean he likes me! Don't be like a little boy gini dong Sis, just because of the same drought love you so bego! The slander of a person who even sins ninbulin to you yourself, what is the point of trying? After all, you should be grateful because I indirectly rejected Kak Hariz, so please realize Sis. You still have a chance if you want to fight for your blind love!."

In fact, Zoya's long words did not make the fire in Siska's eyes soften. His hands were clenched until his nails stuck to the surface of the skin.

"I don't want to debate just because of your reasons" Zoya continued before Siska re-opened her voice.

The girl stood up, as if the conversation had been enough. Permit Siska to leave immediately before the anger she was trying to quell returns.

"Udah malem, mending lo go home."

Siska stood up, staring intently at Zoya who turned her eyes the other way. Reluctant to sit with his opponent who only re-emerged the annoyance.

Siska's body had not passed perfectly from the doorway, her steps halted when the subtle innuendo made her anger burn again.

"Gue I'm sorry you know, and I won't be that bad to break your rot! Which makes Hariz not like."

...)( ...

"Are you sure you can't handle the job I've been given?."

The second question from Mr. Arif was back. Here, in the scout's office Zoya faces. His decision was already unanimous, he did not want to add any more trouble with his friend. Just because of the tasks given to him and Hariz who automatically would interact often discussed this it was.

"I'm sure Sir. I just want to train children who have talent in the field of smaphore only. If I become the executor who takes care of this, I will not be able to," he said as low as possible.

"When there's Hariz, he'll help you. Not going to give up your hands either."

Zoya sighed softly. Yeah, as expected. Persuading the famous scout's coachman firmly would be difficult. But he didn't expect it to be this difficult. For almost half an hour, the two talked about the same thing over and over again.

"Yes sir I know there is Brother Hariz. But I was really afraid of not being able to carry it well. Better, I became a guide in the smaphore section only sir. There are also many worth pointing at, such as Siska."

In my heart, Zoya laughed. What is he doing now like fighting those two people? Yeah, maybe this way he can bring them both closer together.

"Siska?" asked Mr. Arif with a frown on his forehead.

"Yes sir, he has also been responsible and active. I think he's more worthy of that responsibility."

"Yes I know, he is also very active in the background. Let me talk to Hariz later."

Zoya's lips raised in the shape of an upside-down crescent moon. Ah, it was a relief when the task got away from him. Without bothering to take care of everything.

"Thank you very much Sir. I'm sorry I haven't been able to give you the best, but I promise I'll train you as best I can."

After Mr. Arif nodded with a smile, Zoya stood up and said his greetings and immediately withdrew from there. A place that feels bad.

The light steps he took to the field, where his class hours were sports. However, he had not yet set foot on the basketball court, his net first caught two people not far from there. I don't know what they're talking about. However, Zoya could see the motion of the two who were shouting at each other. Also one child who just came broke up.

"Get them why else are they" murmured Zoya.

Until the netra followed the figure who chose to go first. Leaving two there. This time, the curiosity was greater than it should have been. Chose turning around to follow where the boy went. Ignoring the screams of his three best friends who have been in the middle of the field.

The small step stopped when the step in front of him also no longer moved. From where she stood, Zoya could see how the boy was managing his hard-earned breath. His back was seen up and down irregularly with a cough that afterwards made the child sit down.

Zoya observes a clearly quiet surroundings, as the lesson hours are still going on. At the back of this school, the footsteps he brought approached. He sat down next to a life that began to calm down after inhaling the magical object.

The gaze beside him was stunned for a second, then called out his name almost like a whisper. "Why? Same with Vero?.".

Both let silence take over. Letting the girl's words be like the wind. The gazes of the two were straight ahead, enjoying the strands of wind that hit every inch of their faces.  Unexpectedly, the voice was so calm.

"So, why doesn't the Universe like seeing Varo happy?."

In that instant, Zoya could hear the shakes from Varo's quiet voice. His face looked blankly ahead. I don't know what the boy is going through right now, but - Zoya knows Varo's circumstances are never in good words when it comes to Vero. Moreover, the two had just exchanged mouths.

"Lo what's the matter, anyway?."

There was a pause before Zoya's voice broke the silence again.

"Not to blame anyone Var. Especially the fate of God. If there's anything to say, I'll help you as much as I can."

Zoya didn't think Varo was replying so quickly. Reveal a line of words that he was slowly trying to understand. "Just Varo Rasain how warm a house. But, why was the new one Varo held destroyed so much?."

"What's the matter, Var? I won't understand what you're saying that it's just an ambiguous statement like that."

Zoya admitted, something's been weird for a few days. The twins were often far apart, even when they both used to play in class now there were no more two. Only Varo visits his class more often to play games with Fathur. Also another oddity that appears when usually Varo who likes to nosy spam his number with a line of words that are not qualified, this time rarely the child did.

"Varo does not want to separate," he looked down deeply. Scratch his fingers.

"Whose same?."

"Vero."

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