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"Am I late?"

"May not?"

I don't know since when the man's brain is dead, it has no way out. Now he sat pensively propping his chin up on a white bench at the end of the garden, the direction of his gaze empty, only one of which was on his mind.

Maybe he was wrong all along. When he found out what the girl was hiding, there was only an expressionless face that appeared on the glasses, something he might not want to hear, because his heart was captivated by others.

If only at that time he had not become a bodo, maybe he was with the lentic-eyed girl. However, maybe good luck has not spurred him, and now he is waiting for that good fortune, will good fortune come to him?

"They both look very familiar, is it wrong if I go in?"

Still on the question. Different but the point is the same, leading at one point.

When a can of drink struck his right arm, the can lay just below him, rolling slowly. His eyes looked at the can, then turned to a figure standing some distance away from his position.

A young man in a black sweater, dressed in a new sneaker, stared blankly at him, no orders from anyone the young man approached him. He was standing right in front of Abi.

Highlight his eyes were so cold, the look on his face was expressionless, his hands were probably already warm inside the pocket of the sweater.

"sorry"

That's the only word that was thrown from his cold lips, Abi who had been observing the look of his face seemed astonished by the boy, it was not disputed if the can hit him, but the personality of this child may be a question mark.

The young man then immediately left the amsih abinyang pecking in position, believe it or not according to Abi, almost no manners.

****

"Who made this?"

Ask me.

There are 4 sandwich bread in the lunch box, indeed since then he only took one sandwich, but I know if he was hungry, he was hungry, so I let her hand take it by herself without my orders.

I myself only ate one, even then it has not run out, because I do not really like this.

While talking about this, slowly the sandwich was devoured all, leaving only a slightly dirty lunchbox because it was smeared with sauce on the bread. Maybe after drinking he will wake up. I smiled as I imagined.

"It's so good, you said the owner of the apartment you live in made this, please say hello to me."

I nodded in response to his request.

It feels awkward if just chatting together like this, there is usually Abiel who melts the atmosphere, but I am not. Why did the blonde girl have to leave.

"Zulfa what if next Sunday we go to Eiffel" he said, which made me hold my head up, "there will be a fireworks festival there, it will be interesting if it is included in our video" he continued.

The festival?

Fireworks?

The eiffel?

A thing that a million French people are waiting for. I've been imagining how this rare event happened, it would be exciting and interesting to go there, I think it's an opportunity for me.

Without a second thought I agreed to his invitation with enthusiasm. Honestly I love fireworks, the sparks that fade in the night sky make my eyes drunk by the beauty. Real beautiful.

"There's going to be something there"

His words made me silent. My brain just guessed that there was a fireworks festival there, but somehow my heart was so turbulent trying to say something that was very difficult for the brain to digest. My brain wondered what it was, there was no definitive answer.

I saw him smile at me and then switch to the camera he was holding. I can make sure he's checking the photos. However, the direction of my mind is not like that, this is another.