Riyan & Vania
22. Quiescent

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Several days have passed since that incident. The study tour that should have happened today had to be delayed because of Riyan who was in an accident at that time.

This morning, it was a bright morning. Not with Vania's face. It was still morning and it was noon, Vania's face was still the same, flat.

There was something different this morning, usually Vania had her own breakfast. This time there was already someone who preceded him sitting at the dining table.

Vania, who had just come down the stairs, narrowed her eyes towards the back of the suit. It was as if Vania was familiar and familiar on that back.

Shit! I really don't want to see him anymore.

Vania cursed as she realized that the person was Riyan. Regardless of who Vania was walking out of.

Forgetting memories is not wrong, but toying with someone's feelings is very wrong.

Riyan glanced at Vania who was just waltzing with the tail of her eyes. Riyan slightly clucked, but Riyan let it go.

Vania who is conscious or not being watched, she continues her journey to school.

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Vania is almost at school, she is walking alone on a deserted street.  Whether idly or innate from birth, when seeing the streets deserted and there are cans of red cola that are empty. Vania kicked the can slowly, but straight.

Somehow the road while kicking gives its own satisfaction to Vania. It can make his mood better.

But, suddenly Vania's legs stopped kicking when she realized there was a motor that stopped next to her. Vania turned her head towards the motor and its user.

"Need a Van ride? " said the man. He opened his red helmet. Vania knew the man, he was Arcana Arka. The person he met a few days ago in the hospital was asking for a long time.

Nyessssss

When remembering that, there was a small part of Vania's heart that was also sad. However, Vania can't show it right? He had to pretend he didn't know.

"What's Ka's ride made? Look, the school gate is too good.  Not to mention nyampe too, "sahut Vania lightly, set her tone to look fine.

"Oo yes, but seriously. Don't want to be with me? " rebar Arka, just to make sure.

"No Ka, besides I also still want to drum cans. The streets are deserted, too, right? "

"Kick Van's ball, you kick the can. Watch out for foot wounds. Yes, I walked first. "

"Yeee biarin's. Okay, dah~" Vania waved her hand kindly.

Arka himself still continues to drive with his motorbike.

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Two steps after entering from the gate, there was already Rayden the cool ketos who stopped the way of the little girl. Rayden stood purposefully right in front of Vania, to block her steps.

Vania looked up a little, looking into the man's eyes, to discover why.

"Why? What was? " ask Vania in a flat voice.

"Follow me. " Rayden only revealed two words, and he immediately withdrew Vania's hand.

"I don't want to come with you. We do not know, I will not be willing to follow the path of strangers. "refuse Vania trying to pull her hand held tightly by Rayden.

"But this is important, "forcibly Rayden. He forced the tiny hand.

"If he doesn't want to, don't force it. Once you're a loser, force the weaker one. "suddenly the voice resounded from next to Vania, followed by the man's hand clutching tightly at Rayden's wrist,  forcing ketos to release his grip on Vania.

Vania turned to her left, as to the origin of the voice. Next to him, Vania could see a tall handsome figure with his formal stellan.

"Yes my, do you feel helped? I'm a hero, in your eyes right? " said Riyan lightly, with all his confidence.

Her hero? Screeched! You are the main cause of all my grief.

"Please, self-consciousness is important" said Vania. He did not care anymore that that Riyan was now his teacher.

Disappointed remains disappointed, not just hate that Vania did not want to see Riyan.

Rayden raised his eyebrows next door, he knew that class XII IPA five had nothing wrong. But, even so Vania herself would not be able to say such a thing to her teacher, let alone her homeroom teacher.

"Who should be self-conscious, shouldn't you be more aware? Or should I explain my self-conscious defense? " Riyan looked at Vania meaningfully, she was also a bit smirk

Deg

Vania understood immediately what Riyan said. About the house, right? Realize that it's Riyan's house?

"...." - ".Vania was silent, she chose to leave the two men with disgusting faces there

"cursed!" Riyan clucked in annoyance, while continuing his path. But, one step later, Ryan stopped.

"You, Chairman of OSIS, right? Do not repeat your actions. Don't bother that little fellow again, or I'll make sure you're never accepted at any university. " Threaten Riyan, before he actually died there.

Rayden begins to smell the unnatural relationship between the two.

The relationship between teacher and student will not be like that, right? What's wrong with both? Hmm I have to find out. Once again, the Vania again threatened the same om pedo.

Inner Rayden, he also immediately turned to his class. With the thoughts and theories that began to be compiled.

***

Brakk!!

Riyan throws a rough pencil on his desk. Riyan remembers it very much, ever since the incident at the hospital. Vania never said a word to Riyan. In fact, when Vania meets with Riyan. Vania tried hard to avoid it.

In fact, it was not uncommon for Riyan to call him, while in the hospital, and Vania pretended not to hear him. Make the emotions of the president go up.

That said, this morning was the first time Vania had spoken to Riyan after the tragedy.

Goddamnit!! How dare that conceited woman be arrogant to me! He even dared to say such a thing in front of that head of the osis! Screeched! The arrogant girl must be taught a lesson.

Riyane picked up her phone, then typed in the message addressed to Vania.

"According to me, because my house is the only place you live. "

Didn't Riyan indirectly insult the material that Vania has?

The tring! The tring!

In that quiet corridor, the sound of Vania's phone echoed. He opened the incoming notification on his phone. A message, and sent by, the,

Riyans? What did he send?

Vania read the short message carefully.

Indirectly, is not this the name of Mr. Riyan ngancem, that if I do not obey his words, he will throw me out? Does he not know? Do I still have another house?

Oh yeah, he forgot his memory. Where does he remember I was a middle-class subsidiary owner. Whatever, if you want to move.

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