Melody

Melody
Episode 19's


"Melodya Anatasha!"


Melodya who was recording the lesson on the blackboard looked up when Bu Misna called out to her. "Yes Ma'am?"


"You go to the art room right now. Mr. Andre called you." Melodya was confused by Missna's words. For what Mr. Andre called him, especially in the art room. He put his pen and then went out of class after saying thank you to Missna.


The girl walked leisurely in the corridor. The corridor is quiet this time because it is the hours of lessons, except those who are sports hours in the field of course. After arriving in front of the art room on the third floor, he knocked on the door. The voice of Mr. Andre told him to go straight in. Melodya stepped foot into a special room in the art room that was available to Mr. Andre, art teacher.


"Mr call me?" Ask politely.


"Yes. Please sit down, Melodya." Melodya sat in front of Mr. Andre. For a few seconds there was silence until Mr. Andre started to make a sound.


"What is your talent in musical instruments?" Melodya frowned, confused by the meaning of Mr. Andre's question which she thought was to the point.


"I hear, you're a hobby even good at playing the violin?"


Deg.


The girl managed to close her eyes. A lot of questions came to his mind. How does Andre know? At this school, all you know about it is Sasha and Ayna. It's highly unlikely if they told Mr. Andre.


"Emm..I don't have a hobby not even good at playing the violin, sir." He said while squeezing his skirt.


Mr. Andre stared intensely at the student in front of him. Mr. Andre was able to read someone's expression, so a lot of students who prefer to look down when talking to him. But the student in front of him was actually very brave to look at him from the beginning to set foot in the art room.


"I know everything, Melodya. You don't have to hide that. Precisely if you want to tell me a long time ago, I will definitely send you to join the violin competition to represent this school."


"But sir, I-I-"


"I don't like students who lie to me." Said Mr. Andre with a little emphasis.


"Well, I admit that I am a hobby of playing the violin. But if you're proficient, I don't want to boast, sir." Mr. Andre smiled wryly at the words of his students.


"If I may know, who told you about this?" Melodya dared herself to ask this because a big question mark had appeared in her head.


"XI student IPA 1, Nathan Ardiansyah."


Deg.


Melodya gave a rough sigh. He forgot a name. Nathan, the guy also knows that Melodya is good at playing the violin. The girl squeezed her skirt harder to dampen her frustration at Nathan.


"You should thank Nathan. Soon, there will be an art performance for the end of the semester. I'm sure that if Nathan doesn't tell me, then you definitely won't show your talent. And I hope that, at the art stage tomorrow, you will show your talent. Let's just say it's a challenge from me, Melodya Anatasnya."


Melodya tried to be polite in front of Mr. Andre after hearing all the words of Mr. Andre. How can he thank you? He just wanted to scratch the face of Nathan who had dared to dare to uncover the secret that he hid during school at Starlight High School.


"Sorry sir, but I'm against your challenge."


Mr. Andre raised his eyebrows. "Why?"


"I just want to keep my privacy." Melodya's face, which had been 'slightly' friendly, was back to the beginning.


"I don't care. That's your business. I'm not disrupting your privacy, I just want you to be more open. All teachers know that you are an intelligent and diligent student. But your indifferent nature may close others' view of your true good nature. I just want you to express yourself more. I've also seen videos of you when you're in a violin competition, even I have videos of you. I still want to challenge you and I hope you think this is good."


Mr. Andre gave a pause to take a breath, "Now you can go back to class and of course, think about the answer to my challenge. Again, I hope you accept my challenge."


Melodya got up from her chair, she smiled briefly at Mr. Andre, "I'm sorry."


Melodya came out of the art room with mixed feelings. His mind drifted where. Mr. Andre, violin, performing arts, and Nathan. He intends to meet Nathan back at school later asking his point.


At the turn of the lesson, Melodya pulled out her phone. He looked for one of the names in his contacts. Nathan. Some time ago, Satria had given Nathan WhatsApp number. He said if he ever needed anything, he could call Nathan. Melodya initially refuses, but she thinks maybe one day she does need him so she accepts.


Melodya typed something for Nathan.


^^^Melodya.Anatasha^^^


^^^Gue wants to see you pulsek later.^^^


^^^Gue wait in the parking lot^^^


When he finished, he opened his chat room with Musical and typed in a message.


^^Melodya,Anatasya^^^


^^^Sister, later go home do not have to pick up Ody yes. Ody went home alone.^^^


Not up to 10 seconds, the notification goes to Melodya's phone


Brother Musical❤


Wanna what?


Melodya snorted in annoyance. He was sure, there, his brother was mengedumel not clear. He must be worried about her.


^^Melodya,Anatasya^^^


^^^Nanti Ody storyain at home. Can ya? This time it was Kak😚^^^^


Brother Musical❤


Okay for this time. But inget do not go home to the kesorean. By 6 o'clock you haven't come home yet, brother take all the same stock of chocolate eskrim you😏


Melodya rounded her eyes. His favorite chocolate and ice cream will be taken by his brother?


^^^Melodya.Anatasha^^^


^^^ Yes dear sister. Ody won't be coming home late. Yes, brother, Bye. Love you😘^^^^


Brother Musical❤


Love you too, Princess😘


Melodya presses the exit option of the green application. When he will press the off button on his phone, a notification appears. He immediately opened the green application.


Nathan


Y.


Melodya was eager to slam her phone to vent her frustration at Nathan. But he is still fond of his cellphone which is a gift from his father when he graduated Junior High.


"Dy, Mr. Adi's in noh. Matiin your mobile phone."


Melodya turned off her phone when she heard Sasha's words.


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