Florianas
Chapter 2: Being Visible

Flo could feel cold sweat running down her back. His hands also he felt began to cool, as the headache that whack more severe.

Flo's steps stopped on the sidewalk near the school where the road was quite empty. He glanced at the pink watch on his right wrist. He's definitely late. Sure. If it wasn't for an impromptu chemical replay he wouldn't be going to school today either. He was even prepared to ask for permission to get sick to the homeroom before the notification from the class group informed about an impromptu repeat.

Fortunately, it was a second lesson, so if it was too late it would not affect his struggle to force to go to school today. But the thing is, what if he can't run around the field?

"Ekhem! Ekhem!"

Flo looked back at the sound of the made-up dehem. Found Farrell riding his scooter at a low speed. The man pulled over and stopped when he was on Flo's side.

"You want to be together?" ask Farrell, awkward.

"No," Flo replied, his voice weak. "Thank you. It's close."

"Yes, anyway..."

Once again Flo glanced at his watch. Ten minutes. It was too late that long. Gosh darn. It means he has to run ten times around the school. He could die.

"You want me to help you get in without getting caught, right?"

"Eh?" Flo. Astounded. He suddenly realized that his anxiety might be obvious.

As he looks at Farrel's dark irises, Flo realizes that this is his first time actually dealing with one of the school's most popular students without the company of others. They only looked at him for a moment, as Flo immediately looked the other way. Nervous. Although for a while, he became convinced that Farrell was indeed as handsome as he had been in the hype. He had only seen Farrell from a distance before, because he had no business and was not interested at all.

"Lo's late, right?"

Flo bites her lips, another form of nervousness as well as an effort to get rid of the nausea feeling that suddenly melajuannya. Then he nodded slowly. Then raised his face a little, so as not to look nervous. I was embarrassed if he got caught nervous because he had met Farrell.

Flo's hand was raised against the sweat lodged in her brow.

"Gue pity that you have to run around the school. Not yet run away drenched with sweat gini," Farrell explained his motive.

Farrell's description led Flo to conclude a simple fact in his mind: it must look terrible now.

"Do you want me to help you get in without getting caught?" bargain Farrell again.

"'How is it?" flo asked, his voice weak. I think he wants to sit up quickly.

Farrell's forehead was worried. "Lo's sick, huh?" the accusation.

Flo shook her head.

"Bring here lo bags," Farrell's pinta. One of his hands in a tight position.

"Make?" tanya Flo was worried. Farrell has no history of theft, right?

"Make me hide. Let you enter without punishment. Lo pretended to have departed from earlier but was told by the teacher to do it out" Farrell explained his plan. And Flo realizes that Farrell is already an expert on this late issue. "So you have to look out for not carrying a bag because you should have been in class."

After Farrell explained his point, Flo was willing to hand over the full bulging backpack. It almost fell because Farrell was unprepared for the burden being transferred to him.

At first Farrell wants to put Flo's backpack in his bag, but it ends up in vain, so he does the opposite.

"Why don't you use that excuse, too?" ask Flo.

"What's? Pretend to be told to come out?"

Flo.

"I don't think I'm using that excuse." Farrell smiled obliquely, displaying his dimples. "Somebody has to bring these bags inside."

"Oh that..."

"Yes," said Farrell, "go first. Do you have a reason why it's outside?"

Flo nodded. But he had not thought of any reason.

"OK," broke up Farrell ended. Then he turned on his motor.

Flo suddenly heard Farrell's motor. He remembered that there was one thing he had not revealed.

Farrell raised his eyebrows, responding.

"Thank you," Flo squeaked.

Farrell's smile grew, revealing a pair of dimples. Flo had admitted Farrell was handsome, but it turns out when a sincere smile like this can be much more handsome. Ok, it's just a compliment, not that she has a crush like most other schoolgirls in school. It's just an expression of admiration. Not more.

"It's ok," replied Farrell lightly. "Lo is Arina's friend."

***

Farrell's plan worked. Flo can enter school without punishment even though it is too late, although it does not apply to the owner of his own plan. Farrell was punished. Flo can hear Mr. Jupri—guru's screams picket today— shouts all sorts of slurs. It's common, it happens often. It's just that Flo is feeling sorry for Farrell.

Flo leaned back as soon as the first lesson was over. When his back touched the backpack, he suddenly remembered that Farrell's bag was still in his backpack.

So earlier, the story was after Flo said to Pak Satpam that he was told by Bu Karin—guru prakarya— to buy equipment for practice and it turned out that his shop was closed so he did not get anything, so he did not get anything, he was immediately told to come in. The security guard just trusted him. Farrell is being held outside the gate until the picket master arrives. Sensing Flo needed his bag, Farrell immediately asked the Security Guard to let him leave the bag to Flo. That's how Farrell's bag is now on him.

Yeah, he'll return it later in the break. Although confused how not to attract attention later to the male class. It's not him who's attracting attention, but Farrell. And being and dealing with Farrell would make him a splash. As for Flo being a spectacle material if it was not really important to him was a catastrophe.

Deeply Flo sighed. Look around at the quiet class. Think about it later, break it up. His head was quite dizzy, but the repetition had not yet begun.

Flo put his temple on the table. For a moment of thought, Farrell how was it in class without his bag? His eyelids slowly clenched. The tongue is bitten to hold the tummy turbulent. It feels like dying. Hot body cold, headache, stomach nausea, joints pain. Fits great.

Geck, tok, tok!

The sound of that knocking sounded very loud. Making Flo instantly open his eyes wide. How surprised he was when he looked at Farrell who was looking down on him. While one man's hand was clenched on the table.

Flo immediately straightened his back. Seeing the people in the class staring inquisitively at him. Ask the same question through their eyes: serious—Flo?

It must be weird for his classmates. The Floriana Adinda. The shy and quiet girl who rarely leaves class if it is not very urgent. If the class is out the goal is only to go home, office, library. They rarely socialize. While now the Floriana is experienced by one of the most famous students in Farrell's class. Certainly surprising.

"You take the bag" Farrell said. It also looks uncomfortable.

So nervous about being stared at by many people like that Flo's hands to the point of shaking open the zipper of his bag.

"It." Flo put Farrell's bag on the table. It was deflated and light, inversely proportional to Flo's.

"OKs. Thank you." - Thank you."

Farrell's wearing his bag. He was about to leave, when he suddenly turned around and said, "Lo's hair is better if it is decomposed," while making the appropriate gesture.

Flo reflexes holding her ponytail hair. Did Farrell ever see him with his hair down? When's? He never broke his hair at school.

Yes, yesterday in front of Arina's house.

"Lo so. look."

Forehead Flo frowned. It means 'lo be careful' what is it? Was it transparent all this time?

"So it's easier to remember."

***

"Flo please bring the answer sheet to Mom's desk at the office," told Ms. Riska after all the students collected the chemistry answer sheet.

Flo got up from his chair with a breath. Very grateful the chemical replay ended smoothly. With a somewhat shaky move, Flo took a sheet from the table and followed the previously breezed-out Miss Riska.

In the corridor that was not too crowded, repeatedly he blinked his eyes, his gaze felt cloudy. Cold sweat was running through his body. The voices of the students around him also felt very disturbing. Makes his head grow dizzy.

Slowly everything gets blurred. And suddenly as if someone pulled the curtain shut his eyes. And the last thing Flo realized, his side hit something—or someone.

***

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