One Hundred Eighty Degrees

Heavy Admirer

Arin twisted his brain. To whom will he ask again about this Toxic senior. Because there was no way he would have to ask a lot of seniors. While every senior will not give it for free.

Finally Arin persuaded senior Mitha. As one of the officers in charge of the room. He was very trying to persuade senior Mitha to help him.

It was fortunate that senior Mitha kindly without much drama told Arin just one more piece of additional information regarding the toxic senior. He told me that a person named Toxic loved poetry. It is closely related to poetry.

After getting one more clue Arin started analyzing it himself. Because to look for other information again it seems that the time will not be enough. While soon the oscar activities for the last day will be completed. He only has about one and a half more days.

Arin started thinking hard. If indeed he was one of the hall masters and he was a man. He had to choose six out of ten. Because it is known that the chairman of the room in the event this time that the total number of rooms there are ten. Six of them are male seniors. The other is a female senior.

Of the six people Arin did not know too much. However, if it is closely related to poetry. So Arin decided to look for campus mading. There he looked for the poems emblazoned there. Go and see who the author is. However, nil. The author of the poem emblazoned there is nothing that leads to the seniors who become the chairmen of the room.

When he was getting tired and almost gave up suddenly a naughty idea sprang into his mind. He immediately went to the senior who was currently holding a megaphone and was in the middle of the field.

“Senior!” he called out with breath gasping for running.

Hearing someone greeting him, he stopped his actions and looked at Arin.

“What's up?” tanyanya.

“Can I borrow the megaphone?”

“For what?”

“Got a senior. Just sec. Can ya?” asked Arin a little.

“Ok, please.”

Fortunately, this senior was very kind. So that Arin does not need to pass another obstacle anymore. After getting permission. He immediately took over and tried to test his voice.

“A, a, a, hello! Hello!” he said a little nervous.

The senior could only be surprised to see Arin's behavior. He was also very curious about what his junior would do.

Arin headed to the middle of the field and stood there. A moment later, he began to open his voice.

“Good afternoon everyone! All the seniors, all the organizers and all the very oscar participants! Very much I love.” Arin's speech overcame the nervousness that plagued her at the moment. He really did not think of himself who did such a desperate action.

All participants and the committee simultaneously stopped from all activities. They all stared into the middle of the field. Looking at someone standing while holding a megaphone in his hand.

“Alright, earlier. May I ask permission to speak here?” he asked everyone who was looking at him and waiting for his action.

“Bby!” answer them in part. Others choose silence.

“OK, huh! I stand here to recite a poem to a person I greatly admire during this orientation time.” Arin was silent for a moment as he took a deep breath. A moment later he began to continue his reckless actions.

“I hope everyone here supports me. I've been desperate to stand here venturing. Take all of you time. Stopping all of you.”

“Alright, happy listening.”

Arin closed his eyes for a moment and continued his sentence

I looked at my heart again.

About what I really think.

I thought it was just a normal taste

However, why when you hear your name as if something is stirring.

I spelled it all up again about you.

About how you and your mystery.

I thought it was common.

But why make me more curious about you.

I read my day again

I thought it was just a watermelon

But why make me more tormented if you remember yourself.

I'm talking about my race again.

I thought it would.

But why is it becoming increasingly powerless to hold it.

You, you,

Yeah, you're the

A name I don't know.

However, it can hurt me.

You're the, you,

The answer to all my anxiety

The estuary of my longing

The purpose I have sought in my life.

Everyone cheered as Arin finished the last sentence of his poem. Some mocked and mocked him. But there are also those who admire his courage.

“You want to know who I made this poem for?” ask Arin again to all the participants.

“Mau!” they answered in unison with cheers and applause.

“This poem is for a senior I only know by name. But never know what the person is like. He's Toxic's senior!”

Everyone was getting shocked by Arin.

“So among the committee all or the seniors all. Who's a senior Toxic cover-up. Please show yourself in front of me! Because I have emboldened myself and also dedicated the ability to make my poetry very ugly. Just for the sake of wanting to know who you really are, senior Toxic!” arin shouted almost to tears.

Everyone was made to swallow and was also increasingly surprised by Arin's behavior which could be said to be crazy. But not a few also choose to admire and support Arin.

“Come senior Toxic! Show yourself here!” say someone loudly and loudly.

“Yes, don't be a coward! Your junior has already dared to do this kind of crazy thing. Cook you will be quiet?” say someone again with a loud voice.

Looks like the others were also cheering telling Senior Toxic to come out to show themselves.

While Arin felt more excited and confident.

After waiting long enough and being silent. Suddenly from behind someone slapped Arin on the shoulder. Instantly Arin turned his head and looked at the person before him. He was aghast and almost fell down when he found out who the person who was currently suddenly taking over the megaphone.

“I didn't expect that my name would be that great.” He said with a big smile.

It was Firmansyah Abdala. The one Arin hated most in her life.

“Please attention to everyone!” word through the microphone.

“Include my pseudonym Is Toxic.”

Suddenly everyone clapped their hands.

“Sorry, if the previous act of my big fans disrupts the activities of all of you. Sorry also to the committee whose event was also interrupted because of the confession of love from my heavy admirer.” Say the Word while looking at Arin who is now bowed to resist embarrassment, anger and annoyance.

All those unpleasant feelings were stirring within Arin. He wanted to run away from the show. He wants to not care about everything anymore. However, Word's hand suddenly grabbed his hand and grasped it.

“Sorry also for the little sister who has also been trying hard for a few days to find me. I think it's enough here. We end and please continue your activities back.”