A Falling Memory [Not Revised]

A Falling Memory

"Where? Finished meeting? " Task Immanuel who saw Scharlete walking towards him.

Scharlete without further ado sits directly on the grass under a lush maple tree to make the surrounding area shady. He sat right next to Immanuel who was fiddling with his phone screen.

"Udah. " His reply was short while accompanied by a smile as sweet as that candy.

"Hockey guys know you don't. Hire a fortune teller? Beener kept jir, guess." Sahut Immanuel wonder.

Weird right? When Scharlete said that today he would be called out of class, uh just before the exam he was called Bu Vana.

"Scharlete that way... " Scharlete brushed his pony-tailed hair.

"Ckk... So yummy. We're talking about, you're truant. " Imanuel feels aggrieved here.

"Enak is delicious. Stupid replay. But even late break. " Scharlete complained.

"What did you guys do above? " Imanuel continued to ask.

"Basketball competition. But males join, there's Viona and Mita too. " Scharlete answered, shaking his shoulders as if he didn't care about his innocence. Instead of him coming along and there's trouble going to waste. The feeling is not good for this race, I don't know the obstacles later if he comes along.

"Tomorrow you're allowed, right? " Tell Immanuel again. Scharlete will also have to take part in a design race in England in two days. The opportunity is quite rare because there is rarely a design competition, let alone clothing design.

"Yes. " Scharlete answered briefly while braiding the front hair of his head.

"Tumben you braid the hair? " The question of Immanuel continues.

"There's a good thing going on. " Absolute Scharlete with a smile. He is not girly but not tomboyish, so he usually only braids his hair when something good happens.

"What? " Tell Emmanuel again and again.

"Kok I'm kayaking in interrogation anyway? " Task Scharlete is tired of answering any questions Immanuel.

"It's a lot of attention... " Toda Scharlete leaned her head against Immanuel.

"Cup" Immanuel gave a glimpse of Scharlete's blushing lips.

"Yes. " Say it with cheeks that begin to blush.

"El!! " Scharlete immediately turned his gaze with a moving hand hitting Immanuel's shoulder.

"Hey! " Imanuel called out to Scharlete who was looking at the back view of their school.

"What's? " Scharlete answered without looking.

"Why do you like this tree? " Task Immanuel. "Believe ga? " Task Scharlete back. Immanuel just nodded.

"It feels... I am familiar with this tree. " Scharlete. Immanuel frowned.

"You ever been here? " Task Immanuel again with a very astonished face.

Scharlete. "After I was 6 years old, I first came here at the 3rd grade school festival first. "

"Hmmm.... After 6 years old? "

Scharlete smiled in response.

"The reason why I come here so often when I don't exist? " Tell Immanuel again.

"Look, that fallen leaf?" Scharlete asked pointing at a fallen leaf right in front of him. Imanuel followed the direction pointed by his girlfriend's index finger.

"Or ga? It felt... Every leaf falls in front of us... It's like describing an event in front of him. The event that will later become... A precious memory for us. " Said Smiling looking at Immanuel inside.

Immanuel, who had been listening to Scharlete, smiled. He then took out a pen from inside the pocket of his school uniform. He then started sculpting something on the trunk of that maple tree.

"Why what?? "

"Entar has the syrup come out? "

"Destroying the school environment. "

The words kept coming out of Scharlete's mouth, but as Imanuel did not hear them, he continued to focus on his sculptures.

"A Falling Memory's. " The result of the sculpture of Immanuel.

"The name of this tree, *A Falling memory * . It means memory is falling. " Obviously Immanuel was staring satisfiedly at the tree trunk.

Scharlete took out a marker from inside his alma mater's suit pocket. He began to do the same thing as Immanuel, but the difference was that he crossed it.

"Arlete and Nuel "

"Father, once destroyed the school. " Laughter Scharlete.

The two now looked at each other deeply and flashed sweet smiles at each other.

Scharlete leaned his head against Immanuel's shoulder. "Hmm? " Imanuel was astonished, not usually Scharlete became so spoiled.

"El... " Scharlete began to speak without changing his sitting position.

"If, suppose we.... separate again how? "Ask Scharlete quietly.

"Husso... You can't pray that. Your mouth is salty you know? " Imanuel's reply leaned his head over Scharlete's head.

"Hmmm... But, suppose something happens... Don't ever think I don't exist, do you? " Scharlete again.

Immanuel raised his head, then cupped Scharlete's cheeks with both hands to look him in the eyes.

"Yes. But why do you keep praying anyway? "

Scharlete was silent for a moment.

'You don't know, if maybe it's actually my identity. Maybe very complicated. ' Inner Scharlete.

"Gapapa. " Scharlete smiled.

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