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“He... So you made a cake?” Ask Anya who walked beside me, we happened to meet Corridor and I told her that Raka had left since the tattoo lesson was finished. And now Anya will meet him on the roof, and give her answer to Raka.
We had a chat before parting on the next floor, because I had to go to class and eat my lunch. But Anya had to climb up the stairs until she got to the roof.
As I passed through the music club room, I heard someone singing so beautifully. And made me want to peek at it, but I didn't. Recalling my hunger began to invade, as the cake and pudding I made was spent by Hana and Adam along with several other students/i who were curious about the taste. The pudding is still wet.
When I got to class, I sat down on my back, and saw Judah sitting on his lap. Rarely saw him sitting alone, he would usually gather with Raka and Adam in the seat of Raka or Adam.
“Welcome,” he said while looking at me who had taken out my lunchbox, “Do you make your own provisions?” Further asked.
“Not every day, usually my mother made it. But if he's not home, I make it myself ..” I answered while poking the egg roll that I was about to eat with a fork in my hand, and as I lifted ... Yuda took my hand and ate the egg roll I was about to eat.
“He–heee My screams were shocked and my heart beat faster when it realized his hand was still holding my right hand, and his face was a few feet away from my face, “Enak.” His words with a smile made me realize and immediately took my hand away from him as he let go of my hand.
“Te–thank you ...” I said while putting an octopus-shaped sausage into my mouth.
Hana and Nanami's voice entered the classroom, “He. Is that your thing? request dong.” Shouted Hana running towards me and snatched the fork I was holding, “It was ...” He murmured while continuing to eat my provisions.
“It looks like you are good at cooking yes.” Nanami said with a smile.
“Not really, I can only cook simple food ...” I replied while forcing myself to smile even though my face was stiff at the moment.
“No need to be as low as that.” Nanami continued while returning my smile.
“Hei hey Cika, sometime make me stock ya.” Hana said with a smile expectantly waiting for an answer from me.
“You to the canteen?” Nanami asked Yuda.
“Bby.” His reply made me feel displeased, and they went out from before me. Leaving me with Hana.
“Hei hey Cika ..” Said Hana I did not listen, which is clear now she is blabbering in front of me. Tell me something I didn't notice.
***
“When can you go to the teacher's room and hand over your class assignments to me?” Shouted Mr. Handoko.
“Please save on my desk yes.” Continue while leaving our class.
And all students/i was ready to go home, some were busy cleaning their classes to carry out the picket schedule. And now I have to bring all the class notebook to the teacher's room.
Then my eyes caught the figure of Raka who was waiting for Anya in front of her class, before long the girl came out of the classroom and left from there.
“What do they go home with?” I muttered with a smile as I looked at my friend who was blooming.
***
I opened my phone and I found a message coming in there, I saw the name of the sender of the message, “Nanami?” I muttered while rising from my newest position.
“What did he send me a message? tumben ...” I opened it and started reading it.
“Can we meet on the school roof? I have something to talk to you about.” I said while reading the message.
“Of course ...” I said while typing a reply for him.
The night passed quickly, and I was waiting for Nanami to be roared while enjoying the wind this morning.
“Cika.” Nanami's voice made me realize from my daydream, “Be–begini..” The next is starting to fall.
I saw that both of his hands were clenched and his lower lip was bitten by him in a fit of anxiety hoping that he could say what he wanted to tell me. After a long wait, he finally spoke to me too, “Actually I ...” He said as he slightly lowered his head, and his eyes focused on my shoes.
‘What does he want to talk about?’ My mind was curious, and my eyes could see both of her hands squeezing her school skirt with tremors, either out of fear or nervousness. I don't know.
“Actually I ...” Looking into my eyes made me a little surprised.
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