Oh My Love's

Make up

My brain blistered at the thought of what happened that day. From now on, I learned that panic, accusation and indiscriminate drinking are things to avoid.

BRUK!

As a result of lack of focus on walking, I was hit by someone who almost made me fall. My head tried to look up, and Tristan's face was seen. In fact, I miss him a lot because we haven't communicated since the school festival.

Before my mouth opened to apologize, Tristan suddenly hugged me with her head buried on my shoulder.

"You're evil at all, don't care about me at all" he muttered after I returned his embrace. "Why not return my messages or even pick up my phone?"

It's a good thing the school is still quiet, and I don't have to be afraid of people seeing it.

"But, you haven't contacted me at all on the phone, Tantan," I replied, leading Tristan to look at me with her eyes round.

"How come, Lia?"

My head is also tilted to the left. "Eitherway. If there's a message, there's always a notification, right?" Narrated by Tristan. "But on my phone there is only a black screen. It doesn't show anything."

Tristan also twisted his head with the state of the hand that is still crossed at the top of my body. "Is your phone dead?"

"No, your phone didn't break at all!" panicked answer.

I have always kept the gifts of anyone well, especially the expensive things that Tristan gave me.

"It's not so, Lia." Tristan laughed and shook his head. "Your phone's battery must have run out so it can't receive notifications."

Although in a confused state, I became civilized, "So, huh?"

She laughed even more and hugged me again with a drastic change in mood. Thankfully, Tristan was cheerful again and made me feel relieved.

Slowly, the embrace Tristan gave was getting tighter. One hand began to stroke my hair slowly. "Lia, you're so funny."

I can guess from that remark, a smile had been painted wide on his face.

In this quiet corridor, there was an unused closet with a black glass door that was a little far from the back of Tristan. There was a reflection of Sasha's shadow being silent and away from me, like watching me with Tristan.

Tristan laughed more and more near my ears, and I wondered if he was laughing at Sasha?

"Don't forget to charge your phone" he said before I felt enough to hold it for so long and try to let it go.

"How, Tantan?"

His hand hugged me happily and retorted, "Let me teach you in class."

My body turned around, but did not see Sasha. Perhaps, I had too many thoughts about it to the point of seeing its reflection in the glass.

"Have you seen where your class is on the mading?" I walk with Tristan.

"Without looking at the class data, I'll enter the class you're in."

We ended up in the same class, but Sasha wasn't there. Tristan took the bench next to me. His position was very similar to Hana who was in the XI class first. When can I meet him? Shouldn't we be in class again?

The two of us spent time chatting on various topics while waiting for the children to gradually enter the classroom. Talk about how his holidays, boredom and other things that are so interesting are told. While I can only say languishing in the apartment because I do not want to be suspected if traveling with Sasha family.

The entrance bell rang and the average former XI A class IPA child who used this room. I know them all, but not too familiar.

At the same time, Tristan gave a sharp glance as Sasha walked into the classroom and sat on the bench behind me.

As I thought, there has been no learning period before, because the teachers must still meet mebgenai new teaching program. Instead, all students are asked to go to the field through the sound speaker announcement.

In front of the announcement bearer, there is a new OSIS chairman who serves without a general election. No need to be surprised, because he was the son of the headmaster who was free to ask for anything at this school. Moreover, its members were of its own choice. It's very unfair, but all the children prefer not to interfere because they refuse to be dragged into trouble.

Discussing the head of OSIS, I came to think of Kaivan who until now did not give me the phone number he promised me.

"Lia, Lia! About, what if I served as chairman of OSIS?" whispered Tristan who was lined up right next to me.

"You want to spread the charm?" I raised both eyebrows mischievously until he held back a laugh. "Impossible. The head of OSIS is the headmaster's son, you can't get rid of him, Tantan."

"Gosh, Lia. Money can control everything." His eyes blinked which was laughably funny, but it was funny if Tristan did it.

The announcement from the OSIS has been echoed. Orderliness, security, long speech, mission and vision as well as other pearl words that do not make anyone gasp. The core I heard, was just reading the picket lists of library, UKS and lab keepers. Whereas, yesterday's period was their duty as an OSIS, but now it's throwing at other kids. A little surprised when my name was called out loud as the picket officer tomorrow.

"Tomorrow, I will ditch my sleep in the UKS and accompany you, Lia," whispered Tristan by drawing closer to my ear.

My hand pulled out his earlobe. "Don't fuck around."

When stepping in the middle of dissolution, suddenly my hand was pulled super hard by someone by passing through the crowd forcibly. Tristan lost me, but I was too busy to see who pulled me. Then, our escape ended on the wall on the edge of the women's toilet near the canteen.

In a split second, I realized that the person I didn't recognize was Hana. His appearance changed only because of his short trimmed hair in a pixie style and anyone could have guessed that he was a male.

A sobbing sound was present between us, tears running down Hana's cheeks until she was rubbed against the back of her hand. "I-I'm sorry, Lia."

For a few seconds, I could only hide.

"Should .. a-I didn't say that cruel thing .. to you," he continued with low intonation and a slightly hoarse voice. "I was wrong, I was wrong."

And then I hugged him, crouching his face on my chest while stroking the hair that now remains a little. Not sad or angry, but happy that our friendship is not over just because of love problems. My heart is so grateful and starts to calm down when it's like this.

"No, Hana," I whispered to comfort. "I should be grateful, because you still consider me a friend after yesterday."

Hearing my sentence, Hana was getting sobbed due to grief. It felt like my uniform was getting wet, but I didn't have a problem.

"Lantas, why did you cut your hair?"

His hand was holding the back of his head to feel the thin hair. "Everyone has their own outlet in the face of stress, and this is the result of a whole week of crying."

It felt, really less able to see its solubility that I did not know at all. I thought Hana would be angry, but she was sad.

"I know you're disappointed ..."

"No, you deserve to be disappointed in me, Hana," I said. "Well, yesterday never happened. Therefore, remove your tears and smile back as we used to laugh together."

Forcibly, he made a smile on the sidelines of the sobbing. His cheeks were blushing, now growing red. His eyes are narrowed, become slightly bruised due to excessive mara water. I wiped the rest of her tears with both hands, then pulled her away by putting on a look as cheerful as possible.

Surprisingly, we entered the classroom and immediately became the subject of the spotlight. Hana who was ashamed of her face began to hide behind me. On the sidelines of awkwardness, I actually mis-focus on Tristan's bench which is still empty. He must still be looking for me in the field.

"Hey, is that Hana?" ask one of the girls sitting in the middle. "See the hairstyle."

Apparently, they were looking at Hana's hair, not her face.

"Where's your stool? Tell me quickly, before these children talk about you worse," I whispered furiously.

"After Tristan" replied Hana. "Actually, I want to be near you. But, the two benches on your milk are already filled. So, I asked Ashley to put my bag down because I was afraid to meet you."

Immediately I pulled him to sit on the bench so that the conversation in class reduced. My hope is so, but unfortunately it's different.

"Hey, Hana. Which salon are you going to?" ask the other girl, but Hana refuses to answer. "Totally bad when asked!"

Not only did I speak up to defend, suddenly another girl said, "Yes. It is a trend hair model. Don't share salon info?"

Hannah was interested in their conversation.

"Hair model is pixie, isn't it?" The girl in the corner spoke up. "If not wrong, last year a little popular about this hairstyle because one of the selebgrams that cut hair like that."

I heard the sound of finger-picking. "I know! That's a diagram of our neighbor's International school, you know? The name is not wrong ... Baverley. She's a cosmetic reviewer and is booming while on social media."

Am I left out of the news until the popular stuff I don't know about?

"When she went on hiatus, she posted a video with a pixie hairstyle. As a result, many fans join cut like that," said the others who add to the furore.

"He said he was depressed. That's why I cut my hair."

The last speech made the mood of Hana who was excited by the praise, suddenly become moody again. As if, he was likened to his past stress problem.

"But at least it's cool what a hairstyle is. Look at Hana, she's so cute!" praise the girl who sits at the front of the door. "I want to too. I guess it's next month."

Hana said, "I cut this hair myself."

The whole class of women became gasped.

"Cool! That's a talent."

"Look, even the pieces are neat! I got to asking where she cut into the salon."

"Cut off my hair too dong, Hana."

Good, at least Hana became cheerful even if just flooded with compliments. I'm happy, but I haven't been able to breathe because Tristan is still out of class looking for me.

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