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chapter. 45. Whatdoes thatmean?

"Thank you for taking me to the office" I told Dean when we just got to the resort.

"Yes baby!" dean replied smiling as he placed both his hands on my head.

His actions reminded me of what he did a few years ago to me.

I walked towards the resort lobby, occasionally looking back waving to Dean. She was still there looking at me with her beautiful smile.

***

Long before, when we were in high school. At that time the school in the next hamlet held an art stage. Our school was invited to attend the event.

Dean and his band are the ones that represent our school. Dean had already gone from being a shy person, to being a sloppy student.

In his gang consisting of naughty men. He has a talent in art. They used to rehearse band together at Dean's house.

Two days before Dean showed up, he had a fight with me. I'm so upset that he's acting so pretentious. The more I get angry the more he scoffs.

"You why the hell Dean? I'm sure you're a good kid. Don't be like that. Show yourself the truth. We will accept you more." I said.

"You who? What right do you have to govern me?" said fierce.

"Yes already!" I left her upset.

The school bell rang we all went into the classroom.

At that time the teacher recorded the students who will support our friends who perform on the stage of art later. I'm certainly not going to attend, let alone have that bitch Dean. Nearly 1 class came.

"Ouch!" I screamed softly, because it was like someone threw something and hit my head.

I looked at the direction the throw came from. I saw Dean looking at me like he was hoping for something. I just glared cynically then turned my face away.

***

The day the art scene begins. Our school leases passenger cars to carry the performing students and their supporters.

"Dean, let's go up later we're late!" pinta Nic, because Dean hasn't gotten in the car yet.

Dean looked around for someone, but he didn't see it either. Finally he got into the car. The car drove to the art scene.

One by one the participants perform. It's Dean's turn and the band. But Dean still looked less excited. Hope there is a miracle someone expected, will be present to support him.

***

I don't think I'm gonna see that art scene. In addition to its distant location. There will be Dean there too.

Tom, Mena, and Kela came along to encourage our friends who performed. Moreover, Nic appeared, Kela must be in the front row of his supporters.

Finally, this morning I decided to go too. Beky steadfastly, hoping not to be left behind the car that will deliver.

Until the school is empty.

"Sir, the car's gone?" ask the school guard.

"Yes, it was 30 minutes ago that they left" replied Mr. Yo.

"Oh like that, thank you sir." I said then led my bike home.

On the way I met Pa and Mr. John who were going into town. John stopped his vehicle.

"Well! Where you going? Want to go home again?" ask Pa.

"Hi Pa! Hi, Mr. John!" I'll sweep them both.

"Yes Pa, the car left 30 minutes ago. So I just want to go home." I replied down.

"It's in the hamlet next door, right? Come with Pa and Mr. John, we're through the hamlet" Pa said as he lifted my bike into the car.

I'm following Pa and Mr. John. A few hundred meters from the show I went down. Beky was taken in Mr. John's car. The plan is that I'll go home with the car that was rented by the school.

Thankfully, the show is still going on. In the audience seat I saw my friends. I approached them.

Mena's voice was quite loud, making some people look at us. I put my index finger in my mouth, so Mena could keep her voice down.

"Sorry!" mena said slowly.

Not long before Dean and his band performed. There was a surprised look from him, when he saw me next to Mena. He smiled at me, I returned his smile.

Dean and his band played well. On the sidelines of the song he sang, he occasionally stared at me.

***

The art show is over. Me and my best friends, waiting for our friend who was out from backstage.

Dean came out with a big smile. He approached me. Suddenly he put both his hands on my head. Smiling with relief.

This is the first time a man other than Grandpa or Pa has touched my head. In fact they usually rub the top of my head with 1 hand. Unlike Dean, I don't know what that means.

"Cieee. cieee!" with his compote my friends teased us. After seeing Dean's actions on me.

"What the hell!" angry protests.

"How was I looking?" ask Dean to me.

"Good indeed! But you drink less of the rich water. So it's a little choked up." I replied originally, then didn't care about it anymore.

Dean seemed a little annoyed at my indifferent answer.

Tom pulled my hand away from Dean. Afraid Dean would do something to me.

Afterwards the car drove us all, to our school in the hamlet of Asri Valley.

***

Car hire to school. Then we all went home to each other.

I went home with Tom on his bike. I saw Dean under the mango tree watching us cynically. Like Dean's usual attitude I see every day.

Honestly, come to think of it, Dean's actions were a bit strange. An enemy did that to me. I also went to the art scene to support all the friends who showed ability. Not just him.

Oye! Then what do I think if I don't care. Throw away. throw away.all thoughts are unclear.

"Sally's.. Sally.." call Tom.

"Eh. Yeah Tom, what's up?" I just woke up from the daydream.

"Ahead, we'll go down a rocky path. I'm afraid you're falling. You can hold on to my stomach." Tom asked.

"Oh ok!" I held the right and left shirt.

"It's not like that, it's like this" Tom said as he pulled both of my hands around his waist.

"Sa." I said cut off.

"A little bit why? Later if you fall I'm the one who is sad." said Tom vaguely I did not hear it clearly.

"Why Tom?" ask her to repeat her words.

"Oh, don't let you fall. I want to pedal fast" said Tom, then pedal the bike faster.

I finally got Tom to hold on tight, by wrapping his hands around his stomach.

The cold wind of the countryside accompanied our trip.

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Thank you to everyone who stopped by and read my story.

salutations

vatty