Hatred Fake

Pleasantly

During the break, Rezvan invited Freya to eat together in the cafeteria. Unfortunately, the girl did not want to. He prefers a lotek stall in front of the school that is not too crowded. Rezvan insists on joining, but Freya refuses.

"The rich man mending in the cafeteria, yes. The food is better there than in the stalls" says Freya sarcas. But, Rezvan is not a person who is easily offended, especially by the girl he likes.

"No, ah! If you like lotek pedes snacks in stalls, I also like it. Because I like whatever you do."

Freya rolled her lazy eye to shake Rezvan, even though her heart was pounding. He stepped first followed by the man who was more and more often around him.

In the shop, they don't talk much. At first Rezvan asked. However, over time he became less comfortable because Freya put on her jutek look during the meal. The tone of the answer also sounded less sincere.

"Lo first, I want to pee!" tell Freya when they finish eating and want to go back to class.

Rezvan frowned, "go follow you."

Freya suddenly glared. "Couth??? YOUR HEAD! Sono, come back first!"

"Hehe, no. I mean, I'm waiting for you."

"No need! Cepet back, I still see!"

Disappointed, Rezvan leaves the shop without Freya. Before far away, the man turned around, apparently Freya was still watching his departure while folding both hands. Rezvan exclaimed, "LET'S GO PRACTICE, RIGHT?"

Freya did not answer. The girl looks empty. Surely, he misses the Dojo and Sadewa sensei a lot. "NO" he answered briefly.

Rezvan looked down sad. Thinking that Freya is still afraid of him, Freya does not believe enough that Rezvan sincerely wants to be close to him. In the midst of that heart-wrenching thought, Freya had already disappeared into the stall owner's house.

Freya doesn't want to pee. He just did not want to be seen walking casually with Rezvan and known to people, so it would bring disaster for himself, maybe also for Rezvan. Freya is as scared as that if she gets into new trouble.

On the way to class, Rezvan sees Devan and Linda looking for something under the fir tree of the school garden. Rezvan scouted them carefully so as not to get caught.

"This is a very clean school, yes. There are no caterpillars on the tree" Devan lamented. In his hair was caught a stalk of small leaves that he did not ignore.

"I told you! The roots of the Nation, you see." Linda fanned her face with a tissue wrap that was still half-full. Today is hot. Devan is still looking for caterpillars that he wants to wear for the next 'action.

They still don't realize they're being watched by Rezvan. In his head, the man had designed a counter-scenario that was no less sadistic. Rezvan never hesitated to do whatever he felt he needed to do as long as it did no harm, even to his own cousin.

Accidentally Linda dropped her tissue. When he wanted to take the object, his eyes sparkled because he saw a caterpillar along half the pinky of an adult not far from his tissue. "Dev, Dev! We're getting caught, Dev. It was, it was falling!" he shouted while pointing at the caterpillar in question.

Devan looked at the small grey-black animal like one had not eaten for three days. Very glad. Devan picked it up with a leaf. Linda looked amused to see the spooky little furry animal move wriggling.

"Hiii, look at me!"

"Hahaha, I'm scared. You know this for Freya, how the hell!"

Suddenly, Devan felt his back being pushed strong. The boy automatically held the weight of his body on his legs so as not to fall on Linda. Unfortunately, even though he did not fall, the caterpillar was thrown right at the top of Linda's head.

The girl jumped when she felt something land on her crown. Linda screams madness. He lowered his head while shaking his head, hoping that the caterpillar would soon fall to the ground. However, the caterpillar was still enthroned among the strands of hair. Without a second thought, Linda ruffled her hair with her hands. As soon as she felt the caterpillar's body, Linda grabbed and threw it. Linda looks very messed up and her eyes are teary.

Devan sees her feeling guilty, "so-sorry, Lin. I don't,–"

"Gatels!"

"...."

"My hand is gatelll, mamaaa....!" Linda crying. Scratching his palms until they are red.

That girl is always overrated. But Devan can't blame him. Two things he regretted, Linda became a victim of misdirection and Freya was safe.

Devan searches around for who pushed him and finds Rezvan laughing not far from them. Devan simply swore in annoyance, then led a half-crying Linda to the UKS.

Rezvan laughed satisfied. Linda who looks like she was first exposed to caterpillar fur, also Devan who is drunk with an expression between regret and anger. "Rasain is! I told you too, never bother Freya."

Soon, the bell will ring. The next teacher was Herman, a math teacher who was never late for class. Rezvan has to be fast. However, he took the time to check the hallway, hoping Freya was done with her personal affairs. Unfortunately, the girl was not seen. The man went to class alone.

Without Rezvan knowing, someone was smiling behind the walls of the eleventh D class. Someone who was also in Rezvan's mind.

Freya didn't know why she couldn't help but smile. And that smile was a strange smile he thought. Because he also felt his stomach fill with dozens of butterflies. For the first time in High School history, her feelings were far from insulting. Instead, Freya felt warm and not alone.

The more it felt, the more Freya wanted to cry. Freya took a breath. There is nothing to cry for a little happiness today.

He now believes that Rezvan is not a sycophant. Rezvan is different from his cruel cousin, Rezvan is different from Deon who occasionally gives him motivational quotes but never does anything to defend him.

Of course, this is a good thing. Freya really did not need to cry or her eyes would be red and invite the astonishment of the children. Let Freya remain known as a rough girl, not a whiny.

Freya stuck out her neck, making sure at a glance that Rezvan was gone. Then he stepped into his class.

Different steps, not as usual. This time, he stepped lightly without fear. Because he believes, now is the time to feel good about being in the school of his dreams since Junior High.

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