Azaleas
Mosaic 3: Sports Pants
It has become a habit of Azalea playing games on her phone to just unwind, even though it is just a simple game, Azalea feels happy and challenged. He sat down on the sofa accompanied by his evening snack. Shortly a knock was heard.
“Come in,” Azalea allows, although still busy struggling with her phone. Eva enters with a suit of sportswear, which is sewn directly by her. Standing in front of Azalea. “Put it on the mattress,” Azalea lazy to serve, since betrothed he became angry at everyone, even though in fact Azalea is a friendly and polite person. Being born with a golden spoon in his life did not make Azalea an arrogant figure.
“Nona should check it immediately, make sure nothing is wrong.”
Azalea turned her head at a glance, “Isn't that your job, I'm just using it.” Since when did Azalea's role in the question. Grandpa always does.
Eva seemed dissatisfied, but she could not force Azalea and quickly retreat. After leaving Azalea's hand movements stopped, he felt something suspicious, because not usually Eva told him to make sure. Rushing to check his uniform, arriving at the trousers section, Azalea propped up in astonishment. The only pants she had were also snatched away, and now turned into a skirt.
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Visiting the grandfather's work room on the outside of the house and just as luxurious and spacious, Azalea has followed the rules of entry and is allowed. Standing facing grandfather with face bent in annoyance.
“Can grandpa explain why my gym pants turned into skirts?” Ask Azalea as well as possible. The tone of voice in their families was arranged according to the level, even Azalea was sure that the number of rules here exceeded the bloodline of heroes and nobles of this country.
“How much is your IQ, you can answer the question yourself.” Questioning the trivial is obviously something that is not important, but for Azalea this is not a trivial problem.
“I can't wear it, I'll flashy among others. And it won't be free.”
“That lesson is not so important, you just need to follow your sports coach.” It is true, Azalea has a special trainer in fitness, there is a special schedule he goes to the gym and then sports for approximately 2 hours.
“I still have to go in for absences, and do it. Tomorrow our walikelas tell us to wear it even if not in sports hours.”
“Who's walikelasmu? Warsa Reysa.”
Getting out of the building was fruitless for Azalea, the grandfather of a very stubborn man, and his orders were absolute, infuriating. Just because he once climbed the school fence wearing his punitive gym pants is going on for a year now.
Nibbling on his lower lip and exhaling roughly, Azalea went from there, trying to think of a solution.
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Sitting on the same sofa, this time not a happy face but anxious, biting his fingernails because confused while the view did not escape from the sports skirt on the table. He repeatedly flicked his front hair back to endure patience. He should not lose to grandfather, should he buy a new one, no, grandfather will know from his credit card history. Sewing themselves? That's good as long as he can buy the material through Aul, ah, Aul is very strict and obedient to grandfather.
The only way is to borrow temporarily, because he has to wear it tomorrow. Thinking of one person, Azalea tried to brave herself.
Stand back and forth waiting for the phone to pick up.
“I, Azalea.” He said a little nervously, “I heard his sports uniform was shared. What ...” back to resist annoyance, “Ah you don't like pleasantries. Can I borrow your gym uniform tomorrow?”
His request was denied, Azalea sighed in disappointment after the connection was cut off. “I don't know, if he hates me this much. Why am I hated for reasons I don't know!” he threw his cell phone on the couch, slammed his body into the bed. “This sucks, just leave the skirt!” Azalea covered her ears with a pillow, as if to quiet the sound within her.
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The knock on the balcony window surprised Takada Yuki who had just closed his phone, his face pale to find Aiman, his half-brother standing behind the window with a smile. Aiman gestured, his index finger pointing at Yuki's phone, then made a mark using finger movements to form a question mark.
Yuki simply replied with two index fingers forming the letter x.
Aiman opened the door.
“I knocked on the door and you didn't tell me. What a fad phone again, lately there is often a phone scam, you have to be more careful.” Aiman's suggestion, Yuki was honestly anxious if Aiman heard the conversation earlier. Where he refused to lend sports uniforms to Azalea.
“What's sister here?” Tanya Yuki tried ordinary.
“Let's have dinner, papa and mama are waiting.” Take Aiman.
“Then brother Aiman first, I want to check something.”
“Sports uniform? Last afternoon you got it too?”
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Dead already, your fate is really chaotic even though you have a lot of money and power, in fact you are just a high school boy who is governed by the grandfather. After this, what will happen. Again and again the Azaleas complained and dialogued in their hearts about the confusion and confusion that befell them now.
While the 2-1 students were getting ready to change their clothes, and discussing the plan that Bu Warda was going to do, Azalea was just observing them, so agitated.
Actually, Azalea was a little traumatized by people's views. Already long ago they looked at him with ‘oh dia’, ‘definitely very pleasant’, ‘dia very arrogant’, everything that is negative. If Azalea could behave like Go Junpyo in the rough and arbitrary Korean drama Boys Before Flower then it would be exciting, they would be disinclined at her instead of giving a scornful look.
“You won't change clothes?” Ask Niska ketus.
“Not your business,” replied Azalea.
“I don't want to be punished because of you, hurry up!” tell him in passing.
“Ish, the more days he gets annoying!” gerutu Azaleas.
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Standing in the main locker in a special room, Azalea looked at her uniform lying there, unsure. Should he be absent? The truth is, Miss Warda will definitely punish him, no matter what the reason. What if I pretend to be sick.
“You still haven't changed clothes!”
The touch of Azalea closed the locker door hard, shocked and angry.
“Stop taking care of me!” snapped Azalea bored.
Niska gave a suspicious look, then approached and whispered in Azalea's ear.
“You're weird, just like your locker in class.” He pointed and walked away.
“You're weird, why do you have to turn your way to the field!” azalea Exclamation. And in the end, he thought too. What's so weird about the locker?
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Inevitably the curious Azalea returned to class while carrying her sports uniform, stopping in front of her unlocked locker.
“Do I lose the key again,” thought Azalea.
He decided to open it, while his eyes widened in amazement.
The rush to enter the Azalea field was grateful that Bu Warda came after him. His positive nature brings him now ahead of Niska.
“Thanks for the uniform,” says Azalea sincerely.
“What do you mean.”
“Because you gave it to me.”
“Ah, so you don't have a uniform!” ledek Niska, Azalea was silent.
“Not you ..”
“I hate you, so there's no reason to help you.” Sela Niska's.
“Kutarik says thank you!” ralat Azalea has misgivings. Even so, I don't know, Azalea was sure Niska didn't really hate her.
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