Still In Love's
Ep. 4. The Day We Meet's

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The orange sits in the back garden chair of the school under the shade of the Tabebuya tree which protects it from the late afternoon sun that is still quite stinging.

He was pensive, wondering if it was really Obi who had sent him a photo? Orange shakes. It was impossible, because when viewed from his plain face. Obi can't be that cute. Even when we met, the guy had an ordinary expression.

But if it's Obi, it doesn't matter. After all, Jingga just wanted to know and asked who sent and why she was fad about photographing him without permission. It was really uncomfortable because it meant that there was someone always following or even stalking him.

“Huuft...” Exhaling his coarse breath, Orange then lifted up and looked at the yellow leather-studded clock that coiled around his wrist. The hour hand showed at half-four.

His head then dizzy, his gaze combed the spacious back garden of the school. Some students are still passing around there.

Confused, who is he looking for? It had been 30 minutes, but no one had approached him from the start. But even so, Jingga decided to wait a little longer.

To ward off saturation, Jingga took a cell phone and earphones from inside her bag which as soon as the song Payphone from Maroon 5 ft Wiz Khalifa flowed beautifully in her ear.

The song that Orange heard seemed to be a lullaby for him. He then rested his back on the back of the chair, then his eyes began to tighten and slowly closed.

Either semi-conscious or dreaming, suddenly Orange saw a tall figure walking towards him. The typical masculine scent of a male instantly seeps into his sense of smell once the figure is in front and sitting right next to him. The figure grew closer, until Orange could feel the roar of the man's breath sweeping half of his face.

A moment later, the soft and moist object he felt greeted his pink lips, buried them long enough, and touched them gently.

“What is this? Is this a dream or what?” Muttering an orange in his heart, he wanted to wake up but his body seemed to be paralyzing.

“This is my first kiss. Stop, please.” Orange tried to open his eyes that felt glued, wanted to be immediately aware of this quite beautiful and strange dream.

“Eungh. . .” Linguh Jingga woke up from her sleep with a little hunting breath. His eyes blinked in confusion, even with the look of his dazed face.

“Dreams only, yes?” Mumbles Orange in the heart while touching her slightly wet lower lip. The girl thought that if she had drooled while sleeping, she hurriedly wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

The next second, a red hue adorned her beautiful face. Realized that he had been having a perverted dream. Like the opposite sex, he never did.

“Ehem.” Dehem Orange to calm himself. Ahh, she was suddenly ashamed of herself.

For a moment he returned to the surrounding situation that was getting quieter and there was no sign of people waiting for him to come. The girl was surprised to find out that the watch on her wrist had shown at half-six in the afternoon, and she had been asleep for quite a while.

Then, his clear eyeballs again roared around, it seemed that the afternoon sky had started to darken.

Suddenly the nape of Orange bristles when you realize the atmosphere of a very quiet school. It seems that all the school residents have also returned home.

“Duhh, how is school so cool if quiet?Where sit under the tree again I.” The orange muttered inwardly as he rubbed his nape, his eyes glancing up at the top of the tree. His imagination automatically floated up imagining all sorts of creepy things.

The orange hurriedly brushed aside his wild imagination, then shook his head. Then quickly pull out the earphones and put them back in the bag with his phone. He moved on and took big steps to get out of the school building.

But just a few steps walk, orange even fell because of tripping his loose shoelaces.

“Hiish, shit.” Orang-orang in the heart. Why did he have to fall at a time like this? When he felt scared as if he was being chased by a ghost.

The orange was surprised not to play when a hand suddenly touched his shoulder. Orange's body instantly relaxed and trembled in fear, it felt like he could not get up let alone look back to see the figure whose hand was perched on his shoulder.

“To-please don't bother me.” Orange Yell. His face paled as if blood stopped flowing on his body, even with cold sweat that began to drench his temples.

“Yaa?”

Orange eyes widen to hear the sound of speech.

“Duhh, nih ghost even nyahut again.” The orange grouse, still in the heart. He then ventured to turn his head, and with trembling hands, Jingga tried to brush off the hand that was still perched on his shoulder.

“Ghost, go there!” Shouted Orange, but he did not dare to look at the figure directly as soon as he turned his head. His head was even bowed.

Seeing the reaction of the orange, the figure smiled amusedly.

“If the ghost is this handsome, man can envy, come.”

The orange was dumbfounded, then raised his head and looked at the figure before him with a confused face, like a stranger.

A male student of all height is like a model, a firm jawline framing his handsome face, a pointed nose, thick eyebrows, and dark eyeballs emitting his twinkle, a, make anyone will feel calm and at home to linger staring at him. Do not miss the reddish lips that are not too thick to complete the beautiful sculpture of his face. One word for this figure, handsome.

The handsome guy smiled curtly looking at Orange who looked at him with an innocent look, occasionally the girl blinked innocently.

“Hey, you're okay, right?” Asked the guy in a soft voice, as gentle as the afternoon breeze blowing on the leaves in the back garden of the school back then.

Orange awakens, but his lips feel mute until unable to open his voice.

Feeling unresponsive, the man then waved his hand in front of the beautiful face of Orange, making the girl surprised, then nodded weakly.

“Ehh.” The orange was again surprised when he saw the man bent down to fix the loose shoelace. The orange hand automatically held tightly to the front of her school skirt which was blown by the wind. He felt strange about their current position.

“Other times, make sure your shoelaces are tied well.” Said the boy smiling sweetly after he finished tying the orange shoelaces.

“Come out of here.” Take the guy out and extend his hand. But the orange was still silent in his confusion. It seems that the girl is not fully aware yet.

The man again commented on the amused smile of looking at Orange.

“If later here, the ghost will actually come, you know.” The man whispered, making the orange frown amused as the boy's lips touched his ears.

“Ehh.” Unresponsive, the man then pulled up his wrist without approval and led him out of the spacious building that could accommodate thousands of students.

Sure enough, the school building was empty, there was no sign of life there. But lucky school guards are always on standby 24 hours.

“Bapak think everyone is home.” Said the middle-aged man with a fierce face named Pak Gareng who was the guard of the school.

Mr. Gareng then opened the school gate for Orange and the guy. A suspicious look was painted on his face.

But neither Orange nor the guy, no one wants to explain what happened, no matter what Pak Gareng thought of strange things to them. Both of them just want to go home soon.

“Still, Sir.” Speak orange after the gate opens.

“Introduction, yes.” Pamit Orange on the guy while smiling stiffly, then passed from there.

The man returned an orange smile, and the next second he walked into the parking lot to pick up his car.

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Sitting at the school bus stop. The girl drowned in her daydream while clutching her mobile phone after a few seconds then contacted Dad to pick her up.

“Cause people are unclear, nih. I went home to the Gini.” Umbat Orange in the heart, blame the sender of the anonymous photo that invited him to meet. He thought someone was intentionally working on it.

Before long, the white Honda Jazz stopped right in front of him. Infinitely amazed, his forehead frowned because Dad's car was not like this.

The car door opened, and out came the handsome man who had been with Jingga to approach him.

“Come, I anterin you home.” Invite the man who is now standing in front of the orange.

Stunned orange. It's strange that this guy, who met for the first time, has offered to take him home. Orange instead of thinking bad, the guy even looks like a good boy. As a woman, she has to be careful.

“Sorry, but I can't go home with a stranger.” Plain orange speech. The man smiled and heard it.

“OK. Then let's get acquainted. I'm Blue. What’s your name?” Asked the guy named Blue as he stretched out his hand.

Orange looked doubtful to Blue's hand before finally accepting to grab the helping hand. “Jingga. . .”

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To be continued. . . .