You Sweet Memories In My Suffering
CHAPTER 32: UKS

Kinanti let out a sigh of relief while her school was still quiet.

This morning Kinanti was determined to leave early, besides because her work was finished sooner I was embarrassed because her hair was shorter than usual.

Though Kinanti was sure no one would care about it either.

Although Kinanti had been trying to fix her hair, still Kinanti did not care about her appearance.

Kinanti was determined to just sleep all day today. He then looked at his hand which was still wrapped with a cloth scissor scratches yesterday.

Maybe later he will go to the UKS asking for bandages.

By the time Kinanti entered the classroom she was almost hanging, Faisal had been sitting there in his sports uniform.

"Faisal?"

Faisal who was playing his phone looked up, "Kinanti?"

Kinanti smiled happily, remembering their quarrel yesterday.

"You are very early today" said Kinanti and passed Faisal's table.

Kinanti realized Faisal's gaze seemed to be aware of Kinanti's changed appearance.

It turned out that Faisal was right to follow Kinanti until the girl sat down.

"You, haircut?"

Kinanti grimaced, "Yes."

Kinanti then touched her shoulder hair which she just let go.

Faisal moved closer to him, almost cutting the distance between them, making Kinanti retreat.

"Why Sal?'

Faisal did not reply, the young man touched Kinanti's hair.

"You sure you cut your hair?" Faisal looked at Kinanti probing, "It wasn't Grandma?"

Kinanti became clumsy herself, could Faisal see her lying?

"Not neat, is it?"

"No. It looks like it's been force-cut, and your hands ....... "

Faisal now took off Kinanti's hair, his gaze falling on Kinanti's hand trying to hide.

"Winning," called Faisal softly, "Follow me."

Faisal did not wait for Kinanti's reply, he then pulled Kinanti's hand gently.

Kinanti was nervous, but there was also a part of her heart that warmed up, "Where are you going?"

"UKS" Faisal replied without stopping his steps.

UKS was next to the field or rather near the teacher's room, walking with his hands drawn Faisal like this made some students stare in wonder.

But it looks like Faisal is not disturbed at all, especially when there are students who wear sports uniforms just like the young man Faisal just said he wanted to go to the UKS for a while.

Kinanti actually felt happy, but also embarrassed, after this surely many will talk about it.

Upon arrival at UKS Faisal was still silent, but the young man left the doors of UKS open.

Kinanti did not say much, but she only realized Faisal's face looked angry.

"Why you?" Kinanti ventured to ask.

the UKS is still slow to make Faisal have to find for himself what he needs, it looks like the school health room guard has not come.

"You sit down first, yes" asked Faisal to encourage Kinanti's body to sit on one of the beds.

Kinanti said, it seems like this is not the right time for her to protest a lot.

Faisal took the chair he placed right in front of Kinanti, with gauze and betadine in his hand.

"I can't see you like this. It hurts so bad. You live with me, right?"

Faisal opened the cloth that bound Kinanti's hand at random.

"Gawur you!"

Faisal laughed discordantly, "Your grandmother is evil."

Kinanti did not reply, she noticed Faisal's every move cleaning his hands with alcohol.

It felt a bit of a pain to make Kinanti pull his hand slowly, but Faisal immediately pulled back.

"Hold ya, hurt a minute."

Kinanti looked at Faisal, "You want to play basketball again?"

"Yes, our school's in the semi-finals."

Kinanti sparkled, "Well! You're so great."

Faisal laughed and his face looked not as upset as before, "My team is too."

"Yes, that's for sure."

Faisal blew Kinanti's wound before he smeared the ointment there.

"What is this time for?" tanyanya.

Faisal clucked, "Your grandmother is missing."

Kinanti did not reply, instead, he was cool to watch Faisal in front of him.

Why could Faisal like him, even though with the look of a guy it would be easy to hook a girl like Nadia or Ela who is popular in school.

Kinanti was still deep in her own thoughts when suddenly there was a wind coming in that hit her face making Kinanti have to close her eyes.

"Ih! Faisal!"

Faisal laughed out loud, it was he who had blown Kinanti's eyes.

"Start ignorant!"

Faisal laughed more and more, "Some of you are worried about me."

Kinanti's cheeks were now flushed, having been caught red-handed.

"Take it! Kinanti began to like me," as Faisal laughed with pleasure.

"No yeah! Don't be a puck."

Still with the rest of his laughter Faisal cut the gauze which he then used to seal Kinanti's wound.

"Not bring it?" ask Faisal.

Kinanti was amazed at Faisal's shrewdness in wrapping his wound, "Bring, why?"

"Remember my phone number, just in case you're gini rich again."

"Clean, why," replied Kinanti quickly.

"I think I need a P3K box that can be carried everywhere" Faisal added.

Now the wound in Kinanti's hand has been perfectly bandaged, complete with hansaplas plaster.

"Here" said Faisal, raising his hand.

Kinanti was confused, "What?"

"Hp you."

Kinanti then issued its android phone which is very outdated. It was his father's only gift.

Faisal typed something in there which the young man then typed something on his own phone.

"Well?" Kinanti advanced her body to see what Faisal was doing.

Faisal was still busy with the phone in his hand, "Don't be close, we'll guess what."

The Kinanti Reflex is back, "Ck! It's not clear."

"If I don't have a problem you want to come closer. But we're at school, I don't want anyone to talk to you."

"Who wants to whip you up!"

Faisal let out a crisp laugh until he lost his balance, making the young man almost fall if only Kinanti did not hold him back.

"If the phone falls, I have nothing else" said a nervous Kinanti and then released Faisal's hand which he had held.

Faisal who also looks nervous returns Kinanti's phone.

Kinanti almost slammed her phone while reading the name on the screen.

Faisal Screws:)

"Faisal!"

The young man kept his contacts with the name.

Faisal just laughed stupidly, "Later to play tonight?"

"I can't" answered Kinanti honestly.

He then remembered on Raka's phone at night.

"Can't Grandma? Calm down I will go to your house," said Faisal lightly.

"No, I have a promise with Raka," replied Kinanti who then rose up he had to go to class immediately because the bell had rung.

"Raka?"

Kinanti nodded, "Then take me to her house, she said her parents wanted to see me."

"Huh? Why?" Faisal put all the equipment he had taken back to his place.

He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. The spirit is to fight basketball."

Kinanti tried to throw a smile as sweet as possible to Faisal, "Thank you for bandaging my wounds."

Faisal rattled Kinanti's hair in a daze, "Yes equally."

"Faisal!"

Kinanti was upset because her hair was getting messy.

Kinanti was unaware that Faisal was half-dead at the moment withstanding the curiosity.

Is this what Raka meant at that time, if his best friend was entitled to keep Kinanti?

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