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Not felt mid-semester arrived, just like the general school, Nirwana International School (NIS)- was increasingly 'tightening' the learning system to the students, especially for grade 6 .

They will be taught vigorously, not even hesitate to add hours and materials to help students in facing the graduation exam later . Students are even required to enter the prestigious Junior High School here . Actually, NIS has covered SD,SMP,SMA and Campus . But not all students intend to 'back join ' at the same school .

In the future students will really lose their 'play' hours . This of course is very much in the hate of the students, yet they can do nothing but obey and submit to the school . Moreover, it would be terrible if parents took part in the learning system .

This afternoon the Light was really bothered with various tasks from the teachers . Mathematics, Literature, Language and Science fuc*ing Nature . Iyuuuuhhhhh .

He even had to willingly spend his time in the school library just to find answers to the task . For hours he had ransacked the shelves per shelf there .

" For the sake of a loving, merciful God ! This library even exceeds the Mall hall and I have to find answers to each book one by one . "

The light almost screamed when the bookshelf he was looking for was very full , of course he definitely needed some extra time to get back on an adventure . How could the teachers just give it time until the class break arrives .

It's frustrating . Just imagine, of the 30 easy questions not even a quarter of the answers that Light found here. The light banged his head slowly onto the tall bookshelf soaring up to the roof ceiling .

Monolid's eyes were closed . The small head seemed to be circling not on its axis . After being satisfied, Light flips over and degenerates the small body on the edge of the shelf .

The light is sitting . The head he bowed between the folded hankers, his hands hugging the smooth hoe as tightly as possible . His mind is divided, school - mother - Dassa and of course his future fate .

Before long he chuckled and muttered "I haven't even turned 17 years old yet, but this si*lan burden hurts my back a lot ."

Without him command , the clear circle was flowing profusely . He would always cry whenever he met with loneliness . But , this time he just let himself cry until satisfied , after all no one will find him on a cornered shelf in this giant library .

" I found you ." That special half-whispering voice entered the ear space of the sweet lady who was in 'pain' it .

The light stopped his crying but he did not want to raise his head, Gosh Light even to the sound of this man, Dassa Allaric .

Dassa walked a few steps, and it could be felt that he was already sitting crouching right in front of him . Unconsciously tapered cheeks Light reddened . Even his face was warming at this moment .

" I'm looking for you everywhere, even I almost broke through the ladies' room just to look for you ." Dassa was still half whispered considering they were still in the library now .

Silence , But the Light has tried to normalize as hiccup . The mess in his heart should he settle now .

" Hey, are you ok ? " The boy's voice was a little worried . Dassa touched the head of Light with great care . Code the light to raise his head .

The light just nodded .

" No, it's ok if u not ok . Sometimes you have to spill all the water to get fresh and new ." Dassa pulled his hand from the head of Light, and stood up . Honestly, the Light felt lost .

" I don't know if it's appropriate or not to tell a story, but I think it's good if I am entertaining my own friends . "

The light thought it would be abandoned, but Dassa instead chose to comfort her . Even the man was now sitting right beside his left . The position was the same , the man also hugged both his legs .

Because it does not know what kind of response should be given Light, finally Light chose to return nods .

" I used to ask my father and mother why their work was not as good as the work of my friends' parents . You know it like , derection board , owner of a company , top brass in the country and others , instead, they choose to become painters and open their own art galleries, even though their education cannot be underestimated . I mean, my dad was an MIT graduate at - "

" Away between Central and Kendall Squares, and across the Charles River from Back Bay Bost, Massachusetts, United States." Cut the Light out loud with a hoarse voice typical of people crying .

" But they can answer my question very wisely ." Dassa hung up his words, fell silent and lured the monolid-eyed woman, whether she was interested or not .

" What did they say ? "

Dassa smiled as perhaps her intention of entertaining the light would have been accomplished .

" I'm glad you responded, thank you . "

Ah no, Dassa was never serious about talking to him .The light raised its head and turned to Dassa, yet its face was very flat and , cold ?

Dassa rounded those pitch-black sliced eyes . Did he speak wrong ?

" Okay, I go on . Before that can this sweet friend of mine smile ? "

' OH *** ! HE'S TEASING ME NOW ! SY*LAN ! DASSA SILAN ! '

The light could only roar in his heart . The butterfly started flying in her little hungry belly . His face was red like a tomato . ME-MA-LU-KAN ! Take note of it !

Without further ado the Light again dropped his head on that piles of hanky . The light doesn't want Dassa to see it blush . WHAT, BLUSHED ? why did he blush ? ARGGGHHH...

" You're ignoring me, AGAIN ? I won't continue . Looks like I'd better get back to class ." Dassa pretended to stand up . But his eyes still looked at the Light sitting next to him .

He quickly raised his head and was forced to smile . The light is not willing if his 'comfort' goes away just like that .

" Can you please do more iklas ? even your eyes are still glaring ."

Light twists the eyeball then smiles, again .

" Wider !"

once again . But finally he gave a sincere smile to Dassa .

" Yes like this, and keep going like this . When you smile, your unique eyes are so successful that they give off a warm impression like spring . Jeez, you're even as warm as your name is, Dusk . "

Dassa again sat crouching in front of the light and lightly touched the monolid eye temple . I don't know, how red the woman's face is right now .

" Can you continue ? " The light cannot stand . Dassa had truly become the center of the world for her disoriented self .

" Haha, you're always serious." wiped the tears that started to dry on her cheeks .

" They said that they could have had such a job . But they don't want to live locked up in a golden cage . True or not almost all painters are free-spirited . Both my parents don't like it if their lives are too suppressed, in control and so on . Painting is part of the overflow of personal emotions they experience . "

" Are you disappointed with their decision ? "

" I'm just a kid, those who understand their own way of thinking better . As long as it doesn't hurt others, I'll always love my parents' jobs ."

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