AN ATHAYA?

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Only a feeling of guilt filled Athaya's brain from earlier, because of the incident she accidentally happened to Dance, she was afraid that this would cause a conflict between herself and Ivana.

However, Athaya made sure no one had seen the incident.

"Athaya?" until he did not realize that from earlier the chemistry teacher called his name.

"Think what, Athaya?"

"No ma'am, I'm sorry" he replied politely

In front of the test tube, Mentari contemplated himself, though in his deepest heart he admitted that from the first day he met Athaya there was his own admiration.

It felt like there was a calmness that he did not find in anyone.

But she belongs to Ivana.

The words he hoped would continue to be glued to his memory if he was in this situation.

The 3rd and 4th hours were finished, it was a sign of time to rest, without further ado, Athaya collected his book and withdrew from the laboratory there.

He glanced at Tari, the girl managed to defeat her attenuation, when he saw her struggling to get out of the classroom where no one glanced at her, her gentle soul roaring.

"Here I help" he told Tari.

"Not Athaya," refused Tari and tried to retrieve the book that Athaya was holding.

"I'll help you here" Dari said, letting Athaya's hands take over, awkwardly giving up when the wheelchair was pushed by her.

...--...

"Sep? do you think Athaya could go to Ivana?"

"Don't know me,"

"Oh my pity Ivana anyway, when he was stabbed by his own best friend," after saying the sentence, Vino slightly swerved, "sama ya kayak lo? the same Athaya".

Iqbal realized, yes too?, before shaking slowly and standing up from his seat, what was he thinking?.

"You know, you don't have to go along with other people's problems, none of our business" Iqbal walked away from Vino.

"ah! who really lo?" Vino follows from behind, "ntar if there's nothing with Ivana how? sure you don't want to go on business? haha.." continued Vino.

Iqbal just a small clack, in his hand he holds a paper meeting with the members of the OSIS earlier. Currently the students were already hours of rest, so the corridor was a bit crowded.

...--...

Don Don waving his hands in front of his face, the AC class suddenly died as well as his fan, making him and Damar like salted fish that was being dried under the hot sun.

"Tumben there's no one here?" Damar.

"Aren't any of your eyes blind? left right what if not people? the devil?" Don Don glared.

"Yes, my right is a demon" Damar glanced towards his right which occupied Don Don Don making the man look, know how he behaved like a demon!.

"Dor!"

"Eh, chicken.chicken..chicken.." The sky coming from behind shocked Don Don, he laughed cheerfully at Don Don's reaction to his actions.

"The sky, the real demon, yes,"

"Sori bro, just two tumben, which other one?".

"Don't know, basically I want to protest to the head of OSIS about the same AC fan my class who died, feel like my salted fish,".

Just as the sentence was thrown, Vino who was followed by Iqbal behind him approached, taking a seat beside Don Don.

"How are you, bro?" greet Vino friendly.

"Gak, no good me, evil lo Vin, can-can-can AC class I die, essentially I want abis rest tuh AC can live again," Don Don issued all his junk.

"What's dead?" ask Iqbal when he gets there.

"Sep! My class AC is dead, the point today must also be on again," Damar represented.

"Tomorrow,"

"Huh? tomorrow's? actually hunting's my salted fish,"

"Do you know the process? let the AC service provider come tomorrow, today use natural AC only, it is big do not alay," said Vino.

Don Don and Damar glanced back at the paper Iqbal was holding.

"What's up, Sep?".

Iqbal put away the paper, "cock."

...--...

Athaya goes to the back of the school, sits there snacking, as she opens her phone.—it turns out true, from yesterday Ivana tried to contact her, Athaya smiled wryly, hopefully the girl is not angry with him.

Athaya pointed her phone at the ear, a slight buzzing tone before the typical hoarse voice of a newly awakened person could be heard.

"Hay, Iva.sorry, I can say nothing" Athaya said.

"This is Athaya?"

"Yes, your handsome boyfriend," Athaya giggled at the end of the word.

"Oh, still want me to turn out?"

"Yes, is it still, sori? it makes you sick,"

"What's that?"

"Yes, it's because I'm boncengin you when the rain you become sick, you should ride go-car just to be safe,"

"No, I also like to be joined by lo,"

Athaya smiled briefly there, "will my school go home?"

"No papa?"

"As far as you go, you come here I'm happy," heard Athaya very happy, after so long he wanted Ivana to be his lover now materialized.

"Okay, will I go there? take a break, hang up,"

"OK, thanks. Athais"

Behind the anxiety that haunts her, tucked away in the joy of hearing Iva's voice, the girl dares to make her change.

...--...

"Athaya?"

As she was about to return to her seat, Tari called out, Athaya turned her head and approached her.

"Why?"

"So right when chemistry is told group work, I can join in lo?"

"Oh, is that okay I asked Arya? uh, but aren't you the same as Iva?"

"Yes, but joining you doesn't matter, does it?"

Athaya nodded, "no papa," Mentari smiled warmly for that answer, as she was done with her affairs Athaya turned to return to her desk.

...--...

Ivana felt something warm from her palm, not her hot fever, but a warm touch from someone who managed to wake her up

As his eyes opened, a person's face swept across his vision. He smiled, it seemed like school had gone home and Athaya was here to visit him.

"Don't get up," Athaya reflexively stood up as Ivana took a swing to get up, as Athaya forbade her, Iva returned to her position as well as Athaya.

"Lo's hands are still very hot,"

"His name, it hurts too" the man smiled faintly, there was still a hint of guilt lingering, until his hand in the grip was directed at Iva's hot cheek.

"You're taking medicine, aren't you?"

"Well, how's the school?"

"Often, there's just no girl that I used to bother because you didn't come in,"

"Lo son," Iva pulled her lips up, to be honest her head still felt dizzy, her body felt very tired, feeling cold even though her body had been covered by a thick blanket.

"Gue bring some fruit, you eat some?"

Iva shook her head, "you've eaten a lot, told mama,"

"So I was told by my mom, now I'm telling you to,"

He still shook his head, his illness recurred again like, "later I will eat kok, Ath" the man threw a heavy breath, then lay his head to the bed that was made by Iva.

"What day is it today?"

He had just been assaulted by a feeling of guilt again, as he recalled his incident with Tari, which he felt was too close to—, though again he felt no one had seen him.

"He's fine" Athaya is still in the same position. However, this time he looked at his lover's face.

"He's not in trouble, is he?" ask Iva again.

"Iva, don't talk about dance, you know? I miss you so much, so don't talk about anything okay? lo rem rest again,"

Iva looked at the ceiling of her room, there was something she should talk about, it didn't seem to be now, because she knew her condition was not possible and it seemed that Athaya did not want to discuss it either.

"Gue love you so much, Va. Sori earlier I might have hurt your feelings. But I'm afraid I'll have to lose you" Athaya was only able to speak to herself, the word was unable to come out of her mouth.

He clasped the hand Iva more tightly that feels hot, "kalo I hold the gini, you feel warm?"

Iva glanced at Athaya, "very good, story dong fun at school earlier, I want to be horrified,"

Athaya kissed the back of Iva's hand, though somewhat surprised by the treatment, but Iva tried to keep her cool. Athaya recounted some of the school fun.

Starting from group work, Joko's surprise because Arini is now officially a boyfriend of Vino—, which Iva was also surprised because of that, the abuse of Arya, Saga and her friends. Except, what happened to her with Tari this morning.

Iva fell asleep hearing Athaya's story, the guy threw his head back into the bed, fell asleep for a while before waking up again with an atmosphere that seemed to have started the afternoon.

He takes off his tight grip with Iva, takes the bag before a brief peek at Iva's hot forehead, he hopes Iva is unaware of his actions, as Athaya dares to guarantee, but he does not, if Ivana is healthy she will beat Athaya using her novel with a reddened face.

He went down to the ground floor— found Risa and Fahri who were in the living room, Athaya raised her sagging bag and down with a feeling of deg-degan.

"Athaya? have you talked to Iva?" Risa said kindly.

"Udah aunt,"

"You're forcing Iva to eat a lot, she's the ngeyel guy if you know people,"

"Sama om, you know Athaya also ngeyel," Athaya grinned after saying the sentence.

The couple shook their heads resignedly, "indeed yes, if you have been told to say anything like a ngeyel, ngeyel,"

Athaya smiled again, before saying back home, "Athaya said yes, om, aunt already late in the afternoon,"

"Yes, be careful Athaya, thank you for coming, next time here again no papa really,"

"Yes, Athaya thinks of her own home, yes,"

Athaya nodded obediently hearing their words, after which withdrawing from there.

...--...

Ivana was eager to ask about the photo.

A few hours before Athaya's arrival, a photo entered with an unfamiliar number, he was surprised for a while, because the photo shows Athaya and Mentari his best friend hugging in front of the laboratory room.

Seeing her made Iva take a deep breath, she was afraid to ask Athaya and Tari. He thought it was a coincidence, he did not want to make a decision without listening to arguments from anyone.

Although in his small heart, hundreds of questions spread— increasingly makes him dizzy about who he should trust. Athaya is so good, so is Dance. They were the figures that Iva felt lucky to meet them.

Next time he will ask.