It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 38: Nat

I continued walking alone after parting ways with Nadia in the school hall, she wanted to go home. I think he just shot me just a fad, anyway, because it's like that so ordinary, there's no sadness when I refuse. In fact, he laughed a little. After parting to me he was also ordinary, I seemed to return familiar as usual after a few days of feeling awkward with each other. Oh yeah, forgot, I haven't apologized to him.

Hufft, come to think of it, pretty damn me today. Starting to accept the invitation of Flowers to school because a lot of free time, continue to be willing to be a babu children exkul music so that there are activities, I ended up stuck in the school barn with Jane. Again apes, approximately in the Javanese calendar, what day is it? let me mark it as my unlucky day.

"LO WHY SO LONG, JUST WHERE DID AFTERNOON GINI GO?!!"

Flowers stand in the middle of the door of the music room while tracing the waist, the veins of his face are clearly visible, his eyes bulging towards me. Yeah, I got pissed 'cause I've been in the barn too long.

Naturally he was so angry, he did not know what I was going through and I went for hours without news. If I were him maybe I'd get mad at me too, but maybe not as terrible as Flowers if angry.

"Gue was…"

Not long ago I said, Flowers have been cutting with a high tone of voice.

"WHAT?!" Gerak Flowers.

His friends who sit in the lesehan behind Bunga can only be in silence, some pretend not to know, I see also squirm the chairman of the excav there. I'm sure, even an exkul chairman must have been scolded by Bunga.

He seemed to understand the situation I was facing, and chose to shut up to find safety. Substantial.

"THAT I JUST TOLD YOU TO TAKE THE DECORATION OF THE ROOM AJA BUT LO LAMA REALLY, IF EVEN NYASAR ALSO ENGGA DURING THIS TIME…"

"Anu.. I was.." I tried to explain but…

"UNDERSTANDING FIRST IF I AGAIN SAY, I WAS TOLD TO TAKE THE GOODS IN THE WAREHOUSE AND KEEP RETURNING AGAIN…"

Flowers cut my unfinished words.

Every time I want to argue, he just keeps cutting my words while getting angry. Emang girl, if again ngomel lightning zeus was probably behind the nyamber god zeus kali, yes.

As long as the Flower is angry, I can only be diem. Because already know if for example I want to explain what the cause of my time in the warehouse to Bunga, he would certainly cut before I managed to explain.

Until the end…

"Sst..huh, no, nga, don't be angry!"

Jane's voice suddenly sounded from behind me.

"WE WAIT HERE FOR A BIT–

Like a fire drenched in water, immediately the anger of the Flower vanished when he realized the presence of Jane who was right behind me.

"Jane, are you done with your basketball skills?" Ask Jane for Flowers. This time his tone was normal, no longer angry.

Jane then replied, "Come on, no training today, just a kit for tomorrow."

Then Jane entered the music extracurricular room by passing me and Jane who were still standing face to face in the middle of the door. My position is scolded Flower ngalangin street.

"I can't wait to see a basketball kid at practice. " The Flower.

"Watching your girlfriend huh? Rehan?" Jane asked who was standing next to the Flower.

"Yes, hehe.." Flowers look shy.

I was still in front of Bunga, I don't know if he's still mad at me. So, I was just watching the situation.

"Lo knows why he's so late?"

"..." - ".Flower diem aja after Jane nanya so while holding the shoulders of Flowers.

"That's because he's locked in the school barn with me."

The flower immediately looked at me with a half-struck look, unexpected.

"Seriously?!" Flower Words.

I nodded.

Flowers look at me and Jane in turn.

"Couldn't you? Who's ngunking you guys? How's story?"

It seems that Jane's explanation attracted the attention of people in the music room, now all the attention is on the three of us who stand in the middle of the entrance of the music room.

All of us, including children exkul music that is in the room gathered in the middle of the room sitting with a position to form a circle. Some who are still busy with their cooperation also died and even joined the tour.

Jane also told me everything, about the misfortune that befell both of us from beginning to end. Jane's story brings a tense and funny atmosphere. Funny because the situation he experienced with me was a bit horrified, there could be no one who came for a few days, and funny because I was scared when on the floor. Shit shit, Jane told me about it.

Because the day was getting late, some of us decided to rush home, as if they had forgotten the time due to chatting together. One man left, the other followed.

In the music room, I live, Bunga and two other people I don't know, one girl and the other guy. The four of us helped each other make and put up decorations in the music room.

Flowers flicket paper to be made of paper goose, the boy set the position of the equipment, while me and the short-haired girl tacked on the wall decoration. We share our duties well.

I'm actually a little lazy about this, but I've been carried away by the current. I don't know why I didn't even go home another time at home, but I can just follow out and go home, anyway Bunga may not be a problem, too, but I even diem aja and manut-manut aja when told to help.

"Oi, don't daydream!"

The short haired girl who helped me get dressed suddenly ngagetin.

"Hehe.. sorry." I said while garnished.

"Lo's thinking something, huh?" Ask.

I shook my head.

Then the girl continued her decorative work.

All the birthday-themed ribbon decorations that he put up looked so neat, different from the results of my patch that looked ambiguous, yes although not very severe, anyway.

In the midst of our busyness that again nempel decoration, short-haired girl next to me said, "Oh yes, said Bunga, lo jago nulis ya?"

I took a moment before replying, "Can, but not good."

"But you can write the lyrics of the song, it's already arguably good."

Hearing his words just now, I stopped my hand that was giving glue to the paper. I looked towards him who was right next to me.

"Lo tau from man-..." My words stopped before they finished.

Ah, I just want if I ever write lyrics to a song for Flowers. This girl must know that from Bunga.

"What?" The girl said while she wanted her head slightly because I suddenly stopped talking.

"Lo would know from Flowers if I could write."

He nodded with spirit.

We temporarily stop the activity of sticking decorations because it is distracted by this not-so-important chat.

"Gue read your lyrics, really."

"..." - ".I diem because it's a wonder someone likes the same writing lyrics I do.

"I'm saying you're good at hehe."

"Yes, whatever. But I don't feel good at it." I said. I'm kind of shy about being praised, usually.

The short-haired girl stuck her hand at me, like shaman.

"I know, I'm Natasha, call me Nat. And I am the chief of the writing. You want to not join our exkul?"

That girl named Natasya stretched her hand out to me with a sweet smile, offering me to enter my writing experience.

Seriously, I just found out that at Broccoli High School there is an exkul writing group.

"Huh? Is there any kind of exculpation at this school?" It was like hearing an impossibility come true.

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