The Desire of the Cold Militant
Turns out he's the guy
"School High School xxxxx, you can see my photo in the school archives"
Azlan said quickly.
He slowly grabbed Nadine's hand, trying to rub both of the girl's hands with both of her palms.
Nadine is seen silent as the man gently rubs his hands and creates his own warmth in his hands.
It may be old style, but powerful enough to warm the body.
"You can even find my name there later"
Azlan again.
Nadine was still silent, trying to think about one possibility.
That means they are indeed in the same school, seeing the age of Azlan Nadine thinks the man is really her level brother, who is a big brother, when Nadine comes in it means the man has dropped out and graduated from their High School, when bill Rowland greets her in a hostile tone it means they are one level.
"Do you like fencing in school even if you're no longer a student?"
Nadine's question seems to want to bring the man into the past, the girl tries to arrange pieces by pieces about the past that might be connected to something she had been looking for.
"I always go there for ½ full years before returning to France"
Hearing Azlan's reply, Nadine bit her lower lip.
The expression that the girl displayed made Azlan try to hold back his smile.
"What foods do you like best at school?"
Azlan Suddenly asked.
"Is the food in the canteen simple across from the school? I thought her dumpling noodles were so delicious"
Instantly Nadine's facial expression turned happy, she stared at Azlan's face quickly.
It was as if their chatter was becoming more and more connected because they obviously had a lot of the same things they liked.
"I always go there every time I go home from school, ignoring the driver who picks up from ½ hours before until it ends in the next 1 hour"
Nadine answered quickly.
Not knowing why she missed High School, so sweet and cute, despite being so popular in High School and always being chased by men, she prefers to run to Fencing exercises, but she does not, aloof without interruption, going to the library even fled to the front cafeteria of the school.
Trying to avoid going home faster because he really likes the atmosphere of shahdu alo in the corner of the simple stall
"his fried dumplings are the most famous there"
Azlan this time spoke quickly, still rubbing the back of Nadine's hand slowly.
"I like her dumplings too"
Again the girl expands her smile, looking at the face of the man in front of her with a thumping feeling.
It was as if it was time for him to ask about something that made him curious about.
Nadine began to lower her head, she stared at Azlan's arm then gently stroked her left arm which saw her elongated scar.
"Did his wound hurt? when did you get this wound ?"
asked the girl slowly while her beautiful fingers tried to stroke the scar.
The one being asked looked silent, trying to scout the top of Nadine's head for some time.
He wanted to see the girl's face, but because Nadine chose to bend her head, Azlan finally slowly touched the top of Nadine's head.
"You grew up well, petunia"
Said the man slowly.
Hearing the word petunia instantly made the girl's body tremble, she looked up at her head slowly, looking at Azlan's face with teary eyes.
"Why don't you hold my hand like you promised?"
Then suddenly Nadine's tears fell, not knowing how she was feeling at the moment.
Angry, annoyed, sad, longing, hate and somehow even become one.
The one regret she felt in her heart right now, she chose the wrong man and they were about to get married.
As per his suspicions, Bill Rowland is really not his Black panther.
Then what should he do?!.
All wedding invitations have started to spread.