Bercyanda Story
8. Want to Look Different
For approximately 18 years of his life, Martini never once dizzy with fashion.
his OOTD (Outfit Of The Day) is what he finds in his closet, and his school uniform or training uniform.
He never felt dizzy about colors, accessories or anything like that.
In essence, Martini never cared about appearance, although of course he always tried to keep himself and his clothes clean well.
However, her conversation with Dita just now, changed all that.
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A few hours ago, in cafe X...
Martini arrived a little late, Dita had already seen him sitting in one of the cafe chairs.
"Here, Mar!". Tita gives a sign from a distance.
Martini gave a thumbs up. He was wearing his sweater uniform, as well as his training pants.
"Sorry Dit's. Briefing after his training is a bit long because there is a new coach known." Martini said after sitting down. In front of Dita there was a glass of drink and a plate of food.
Waiter arrives at the table they hand over the menu.
"Oh yes, Mar. No papa, koq."
Waiter arrives at the table they hand over the menu "What order, Mar?"
"Es Tea only. Same plain croissant bread one." Answer Martini. Dita returns the menu sheet to Waiter.
Waiter went to make the order.
"You must be surprised to know who our new coach is." Martini.
"Who, um?" Dita asked.
"Sir Hafzi!"
Almost Only Dita squashed the Vanilla Latte in her mouth. "Seriously, Mar?!"
"Hehe. Aye! Didn't expect it. Our history teacher."
"It's a lot of history!"
They both laughed. Martini's order is coming.
"So, how's Dit. I can meet Skul and Bod, can't I?"
"There's condition? What's?" Martini asked curiously.
"You should want to be a guest star on their next yutub content."
Martini spouted his iced tea.
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Back to the present, Martini's room...
Therefore, now Martini is dizzy to choose what to wear when he meets Skul and Bod later, and appears on camera.
At a time, Martini was never interested in appearing in front of the screen. Every time he wins a race, he avoids interviews, even for school tabloids.
Not out of fear, he reminded himself once again, just laziness alone.
Martini again put his eyes on the clothes lined up on his bed. "Great!" In his heart Martini said.
Martini took the hape, then with a facial mimic forced to start looking for a contact in his hape. 'He certainly knows what to do' inner Martini with a heavy heart
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The Marten Faiq Alfarisqi. The name is complicated as well as the history of the family tree that branches everywhere. Some say he's of arab descent mixed with Italian, but Marten doesn't really care.
In fact, he preferred to be called Alfa, as he had always emphasized many times to his classmates and everyone he knew. The name is cooler and more macho.
But Marten's name is already attached even now when he was in the 3rd grade of High School. The reason is none other than, is one particular friend, his age was the time of Junior High. 'We're not even class!' Marten's mind was irritated every time he remembered it.
All the decorations in the room were his own choice. Starting from paint colors, furniters, layouts and even accessories. Seen the poor led lights transverse in a random pattern that only Marten knows what the max is. Also posters of famous designers.
Marten has two closets in his room. One minimalist style closet that stores all its other needs, then one wardrobe. The contents of the closet can even make even the most fashionable girl inferior.
Marten has a collection of clothes for all seasons and all colors. Unforgettable all sorts of accessories. Starting from watches, bracelets, rings, necklaces and all kinds of trinkets that are no longer clear shape.
He also had all sorts of earrings, but they were all magnetic. His mother tolerated all the madness of her youngest child, except piercings and tattoos. Fortunately, Marten was a submissive boy.
A phone with a case that says A big behind it rings. On the phone screen, a name appeared that he hated. The name that made him since Junior High was called Marten.
Call Incoming from;
'Martini Faeq Fariska'
Lift?-Reject?
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