Orang-orang to Aratha

Chapters. 02 - Sweet Food On The Table

...You came with a cry....

...Insolent, you asked for a hug....

...I put sweet food on the table....

...But you don't laugh either....

...I asked you what you wanted....

...Apparently, with me you want to take a walk....

...~o0o~...

Be irritated!!!

"I was a little upset because in the end, my day was ruined by a girl I didn't know. I was forced to treat her to the cafeteria so she wouldn't cry anymore." Aratha's inner being was upset as she watched Sonya eat her voraciously. Aratha would not believe, a little girl like Sonya can eat in portions that are very much more than the men.

Sonya ate without giving a pause to breathe and made Aratha think of a blue whale that could swallow anything. Even a litre of water can be drunk.

Aratha instantly deduces that Sonya really likes instant noodles and now she has finished three bowls. Fortunately, there are massive discounts today. If it wasn't for that, Aratha would never have bought Sonya six bowls of instant noodles with eggs. Perhaps he would choose to buy her three skewers after it left and threaten if Sonya appeared again in front of him. However, Sonya kept forcing him to stay here and accompany her to eat. He would cry again if Aratha left him.

"You never eat a year. What's that good about? It is very unhealthy to eat too much!" Aratha looked at him in wonder.

Sonya blinked a few times, realizing there was something lacking here. "You don't eat either? Rarely are there large discounts in this cafeteria. So, don't waste it." Sonya pushed one of the dishes containing sweet martabak on Aratha.

"No need!" aratha was cold and instantly distracted her.

"Why is your attitude cold like this? I feel like we're chatting at the south pole and surrounded by little penguins. I've also never seen anyone as annoying as you." sonya said.

"Who's the bitch here? You think I don't know? You're the one who's been following me all day? You also often hold your creepy camera and secretly photograph me from a distance right?! And when you met me, your room was crying! What a cry!" aratha was so cold and suspicious of Sonya's every move.

"OHOOKS! OHOOK!" Sonya immediately choked on her food stuck in the throat. He quickly picked up a glass of water on the table and drank it. While Aratha was still staring at him, no matter if he was asphyxiated or even tipped into the elevator of the afterlife. It could be, Sonya was just trying to quibble from her question.

Silent.

"Have you finished the drama?"

"Man without feeling! He can relax when someone is choking! Was he not afraid that I would die after this?!" sonya's inner, upset.

Strive patiently. Breathe in and then throw it away slowly.

Sonya glanced towards Aratha. He was confused as to how he could answer his question earlier. In addition to his cold demeanor, Aratha also did not like if the question was hung up. His expression could never be conditioned either.

"The drama club chief asked me to find someone suitable to be a prince on the art stage later. So, I think you're the right person to occupy it." Sonya replied as she was even though she wasn't sure that Aratha would understand.

Trying to speak well to get his heart.

"Certainly? Why do you always hold the camera when you follow me? What's that connection? You have secretly photographed me and you have easily told me another reason! You're a stalker, right?! You want to make me wretch with shaman ngandelin?!" Aratha looks increasingly cold to the point of making Sonya feel she is being interrogated.

So tense.

”Heh! Nowadays where there are shamans! If there is one, why am I taking him?! Mending I throw something at you let you learn how to be a normal human!” Sonya hit the table.

”Don't hit the table in front of your opponent! You never learned manners?!”

”Who started first too?! Now do you know that I'm a grumpy guy?!”

”From the beginning I didn't know you! I don't know you either! You were the first one to cry in front of me and make me accused of a mistake!”

On the other hand, Fahruz was watching Sonya and Aratha at one of the tables that was behind Sonya. Despite not hearing the conversation of the two, he could feel the tension and anger that Sonya was currently experiencing. It feels, Aratha's cold charm is able to cool people who sweat in the canteen. Although Aratha is a boy figure who is valued by Sonya since the two first met, Fahruz clearly did not let this happen after Sonya met Alrez again.

”But, it seems that they are also not compatible.”

Again for the second time, when Fahruz was about to walk up to Sonya, suddenly Sonya got up from the chair and invited Aratha to run to a place. Fahruz had no idea what Sonya was saying to the point of attracting Aratha as well. Secretly, Fahruz followed the two of them from behind.

...~o0o~...

"Kinan! Kinan!" sonya exclaims while pulling Aratha into the classroom belonging to a drama club that is crowded because it is filled with unused objects.

A girl with long hair in a ponytail, turns to Sonya while she is painting the drama property. She's the only beautiful girl in the club and everyone wants her to wear a western princess dress. However, her beauty is covered by her cold nature which is not much different from Aratha.

"Why? You come bring trouble again?" chirps Kinan, looking at him suspiciously.

"I brought a suitable person! He will be the main prince!" sonya said enthusiastically as she pushed Aratha forward.

"God! You are nothing?! I didn't say I accepted your offer!" aratha said firmly while releasing her hand from Sonya.

However, Kinan had already noticed it from a very close distance. It didn't seem like it was enough for Kinan to notice and judge it by a meter. He was so close that even the sound of his breathing could be heard in Aratha's ears that it was immediately pounding from unfamiliarity.

”One stubborn girl and one girl whose minus is not bad. Why did I meet them anyway?!” aratha's mind was upset.

"Hmm, it fits too. Her body is nice and her hair is very nice. His legs are also long and his hands are slightly muscular. Your taste is pretty good, Sonya." said Kinan as he folded his arms and kept his head away.

Kinan looked back and called out, "Faiz! Here's a minute!"

"Yes! A minute!" exclaimed Faiz, a guy who likes to show off his gentle smile to anyone. Even so, he likes to change girls every month. However, his heart remained fixed on Kinan.

Kinan looked at Faiz who was already next to him. He said, "Give him the script and make him his shirt. The show will start in a week. So everything has to be fast."

"OK, I will." Faiz replied as he walked and pushed Aratha's back. "... Come on, measure your clothes. Judging from behind, your back is wide as well. Do you often exercise?"

Aratha immediately held back her steps while saying, "I didn't say that I wanted to go along! Why force it so?" Aratha stared coldly at Sonya who was sheltering behind Kinan. Sonya seemed to know very well that Aratha would definitely be very angry with her because she was the one who had forced her.

"Here it is, just do it! All this for Sonya. He's been kneeling you ever since I told him to look for people." Kinan doesn't seem to care.

"If you don't want to, Sonya will cry and the performance will be canceled. Everyone will blame you because you can't be regulated." Faiz continued.

"But I didn't say I wanted to do it!" snapped Aratha.

"Too late! I've already put your name on the list. You'll also get extra value if you do." Kinan said as he wrote his name on a piece of paper.

"But I still don't want to do it!" force Aratha.

"Already, Aratha. Accept fate. We all accept you here" said Sonya, holding Aratha's hand and leading her into a room.

Along with that, Fahruz came to them. He walked over to Kinan who was talking to someone else. "You seen Sonya?"

Kinan looked at Fahruz then replied, "Yes, he just left. This time he forced Aratha to the point of putting her under pressure." Kinan closed his book.

"Oh, is that it?" short Fahruz quietly while scratching his back head.

"I think you need a job. Please complete the property that has not been painted. I want to make sure the two of them don't fight." Kinan gave the paintbrush to Fahruz. After that, he went to another room.

"Lookily he gave me a task like this. I also have a job." murmured Fahruz annoyed, noticing the plywood stacks and cardboard properties that had not been painted.