Him, Feronika
Stupid Bulls!
The sound of body debuman falling into the puddle was disguised by the splashing of water. Because the floor was wet, a girl fell down and fell beside Nan.
It all happened so quickly, Renji had not finished his words. Five seconds ago from the opposite end of the corridor, the girl approached in a frenzy as she reached for the bag. Due to his lowered head, it seemed that he did not see the whereabouts of the two disciples on the edge of the corridor, so he crashed into Nan.
For three seconds the two stared at each other, like they were immersed in timeless space. Silent. Silent. Freckles hung in the air, water spots created glittering silver arches. Nan and the girl's heart also stopped for a second, her heart was tingled because of the unexpected incident.
Oh my God, please stop time for me. It's beautiful! What a work without gaps, compliments thrown from silent lips.
Once awakened, Nan took shelter while holding his shoulder because of throbbing pain, while the girl was still fixated in the rain. The delusion managed to dispel the body temperature below normal, although the lips have turned blue and the body began to shiver.
"Lo put your eyes on your feet, huh?" Without making small talk in responding to his carelessness, Nan vented embers of fire inside his chest.
The tension crashing, the round-eyed girl swallowed the coarse salivary, her admiration turned to fear from getting a ferocious look.
"Yes, nih, shoe cover," muttered Feronika—the girl Renji was about to talk about before the incident— reached out for Nan's help, but was not welcomed. With a rough gust of breath, he shook his hand beside the body.
Basic heartless! inner Feronika cursed irritated.
Nan ruffles the hair to reduce the water content in each strand. Just wipe the sleeves with the same purpose.
Rushing Renji gave help. "Are you okay, Fer? Is something chafing?"
"It'okay." Feronika's response while reaching for Renji's hand.
Renji's attention now turns to Nan. "It's okay, isn't it, Nan?"
"The nutmeg!" sumput Nan because the condition of his backpack is very bad, after he checked, the books are soaked wet.
"Damn!" Nan Umpat.
With guilt Feronika approached. She caught her breath, her tiny lips pursed together with carbon dioxide blowing slowly.
"Excuse me, would you like some help?" bargain Ferronica.
Nan stared intently while grumbling in annoyance. "You know yourself too. You want to copy my answers!"
"OKay! Okay! I'm kerjain! Basic 3G." The book had changed hands, the Ferronika approached the marble chair near the twelfth grade. The fingers flick through the wet sheets.
Huh huh? What did he say? inner Nan, she wanted to know her point.
"3D?" Nan spelled out Feronika and then lowered his head while tilting waiting for the explanation from him, now the distance between them was no more than fifteen inches.
Waita! What's this guy going to do, anyway, deket-deket? Inner ferronica.
Spontaneous ironics lean the body to the left side a few inches away. If only the weather was sunny, the red cheeks must have been very noticeable. However, kejailan in himself refused to lose, he stared back intimately.
Beautiful, cursed eyes that do not immediately turn away! Inwardly, Nan admired the girl in front of him.
"Rigid bellies! Pleased!" Displayed Ferronica with a pressure-filled slow intonation.
"Ha-ha-ha."
Renji chuckled at the exposure of the Feronika, while Nan desperately behaved normally while holding a smile. Anxious is not a bitch.
"Look!" chirping Nan.
The round eyes of Ferronika grazed before saying and poking at the book, "Canda, ah. Seri! Em ... BTW how to copy, your writing all faded."
"Mene ketehe," said Nan in a made-up language style that has a meaning where I know. "Gue wants it done tomorrow!" coined.
Ferronika widens eyes. Not unwilling, but hesitant, can this young man read the results of his summary. The complexity of the doctor's writing is not comparable to the results of the ironic graffiti. She bit her inner lip, weighing something. Then, put the books in the bag and then leave without saying goodbye.
Not intending to be disrespectful, Feronika thought of his long-awaited papi.
"Nan, are you sure you told him to do it?" Renji spoke while staring at the increasingly distant steps of Feronika.
"Why not?"
"Yes, my cell phone." Samar heard Feronika chattering while checking his mobile phone. He did not care about the two people who were with him for a moment.
A middle-aged man was pecking on the school terrace while carrying an umbrella. Judging from his back, Feronika knew who it was.
"Sorry, yes Mr. Lan, so wait a long time," said Feronika as he stood beside the man.
"If I don't matter, Non, but Tuan—"
"Yes, yes, yes, I know," cut down the Ferronika.
The middle-aged man's brows furrowed, before he had time to say again Feronika explained. "So I slipped, got wet, huh."
The ferronika rushed to take the umbrella from the man's hand, then hit the rain that recounted the sparse specks.
"We're late and you're good, Nik!" complains of someone sitting in the car.
"Sorry, Pi."
"Hurry now! Because of this we have to go to the boutique first" said papi Feronika.