The way I love you
114 Jackets
Vean silently heard Dhea's words, while the people who were there, both seniors and new students, cheered.
"Quickly sit down again at your place" said the senior who had given Dhea the punishment.
"Unanswered, Brother."
"No need."
Third day
Feeling told to give love letters and chocolates to their seniors. Who else would be their target if not Vean.
Dhea wrote the letter wholeheartedly, and bought the chocolate that she thought was the most delicious sold in the minimarket despite having to drain her savings.
Making friends with Fio, Dhea can enjoy many types of chocolate from various countries. But of course Dhea— is currently—only able to buy chocolate sold in minimarket only.
"Sister, a letter from the future wife. This chocolate is also for future husbands. Don't forget to read the prayer before eating, brother."
"Emang why? There's poison, huh?" ask Vean's friend, who was holding back a laugh.
"No, but I've been praying'in. From chocolate down to the heart."
Vean looked down, embarrassed. There could be a girl like this.
Vean received the letter and the chocolate.
"Try to read the letter."
"For dong, the chocolate."
Vean immediately put the chocolate and the letter into his bag. Not only from Dhea alone, he also must have gotten from other new students.
Vean arrived at his home, distributing the chocolates to the workers at his home.
"This chocolate nobody eats."
"Good, Sir."
"Ma."
"Yes, Vean?"
"In the fridge there's chocolate."
"Thank you, sweetie."
"Not for Mama. Mama can't eat, too, Papa. The shop is my chocolate. If you want, buy it yourself. Remember, no one can eat."
Friska's face immediately mesemized, she thought Vean gave her chocolate, tumben thought.
Dear, my future priest
This is the first chocolate of a future wife. There are spells in it to keep you loyal to me.
Vean frowned, indeed there are yes, honest people who give winnows? But he knew the girl was just joking.
Vean continued to read the letter, until he fell asleep, so long as the letter written by Dhea.
MOS is over, Dhea looks lethargic when she no longer sees Vean. Prayer did not know that Vean was attending the same school as him.
"So Vean, wait for me to come home, okay? Worried about a future wife?"
"Basar bocil, don't PD, deh."
"Don't be shy, Brother."
Vean sighed, he finally let alone Dhea who kept talking.
When I go home from school
In front of the stop, Vean sees Dhea waiting for an invitation.
"Are you waiting for an invitation?"
"No, I'm waiting for an angkot."
"Angkot?"
"Yes. Going home in the mail."
Vean looked at the sky which seemed like it was going to rain.
"Let me take you."
No need to be timid or pretend to refuse, Dhea of course gladly accepted Vean's invitation.
Vean is again confused as Dhea shows her way home.
"Here, Brother. I'm costing here."
"Snoothing? You are still Junior High. First class, again. Your parents aren't worried?"
"I'm an orphan, brother. I got a school scholarship there, because far enough from the orphanage, I'm a hostess here. This boarding owner, his best friend's a parlour mother. So the housewife let me. The brothers who are here are also all good."
Vean then—unknowingly—looks at the appearance of Dhea, who wears expensive items.
"Oh, this is my best friend. He is now studying abroad. If he comes home, I'll introduce him. But you can't betray, yes. Can't like him."