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Fionns

"What's the matter?" Alda again snapped, although this time the target was Aldi. "Fionn's mine! He's just for me!"

What the fxck? What the fuck, anyway, is this a girl?

I turned to look at the two twins who were staring at it. I'm grateful that this girl's attention isn't on me anymore and I really didn't expect to be in Aldi's position. Thank fxcking God Arnold and Monalisa Haas are not thinking of reproducing one more child besides me. Otherwise, I would have the same fate as Aldi.

I shudder. Damnit. I seem to have to thank them for this.

Not wanting to listen to their words, I immediately stood up from the chair. Although I wanted to quickly get away from there, I still had the realization that I had to move carefully. If not, I'll just turn their attention to me again. I don't want to be stuck with either or any of them any longer.

I chose the detour because I was trying to stay behind Alda's back. I could breathe a sigh of relief after coming out of the canteen safely. Phew. Fxcking. It's time I stopped all my business with Alda. The more days he gets crazy. What was his attitude? And that word?

Fionn's got me! He just for me.

What's in the ever loving fxck? Got her? Just for him?

Weepy! Not me.

You fucking chick! Shame me.

It's all because of Kimaya. Where the hell, this fucking chick?

As I continued walking down the corridor, I thought hard to find Kimaya's hiding place. Why isn't he in the cafeteria? If he's not there, then where is he? Where does he spend his lunch break?

Hm.

A memory flashed through my head. Ah, I see. He must be there.

****

After remembering that someone—is it Aldi, Hamish, or Mario, yes?—ever told me that this lice chick always spends her time in the library, he said, I straightened my steps to a place in the western part of the school building. However, upon my arrival there, I was not directly faced with Kimaya's nose. I. .. had to find him first.

Be, I have to think hard again. Or, rather, ask someone who looks to visit this place on a daily basis, just like him. It would be crazy if I had to tear apart this two-story room on my first visit. What can I do?

"Oh, Sister Maya?" said a bespectacled girl as thick as ice covering the top of Mount Everest when I asked her if she knew where Kimaya usually sat. "She usually sits at the corner table on the second floor. At the top of the stairs, Brother continued to walk to the left. Just keep going straight, then stick on the wall look to the right. The table's at the end of that last shelf. I don't know why he likes hanging out there. Said the other friends, no one ever really learned to go to the second floor. Usually used for mojok because the contents of the shelf there are only old books and a lot of dust. But–"

I walked over and left him behind me without a word, not even a word of thanks. Because I don't want to thank anyone right now.

Three things, three things that I can get after a few seconds of the chattering of the Thick Glasses Trickster. First, the Chatterer seems to have not spoken for a long time, so once someone invites, he becomes so lazy and does not know when to stop. Second, what kind of person is this Kimaya? He actually spent his time inside the library, breathing in the dusty air from the pages of books around him. And, the third, I just found out that there are still only horny couples without capital that make the library as a place to mojok. Man's. I'm not anti about the mojok, yeah. I also like to be honest. But in the library? In the school environment? On top of this dust? Fxck! Not satisfied, even there I get a skin disease later.

While thinking and talking to myself, I follow the instructions given by the Thick Sunglasses Chatterer earlier and. Therehewas. Kimaya was sitting on one of the four chairs surrounding the square wooden table. The focus was on the book in front of him even though it wasn't just that book whose pages were open. The strands of hair that had fallen down covered his cheeks. Immediately he slipped the long, straight black mane behind the ear as the hairs began to interfere. Thought.

The steps I took meant more and more as our distance began to approach. The anxiety that was originally there and then diverted, now again centered on the skinny figure who was still down. When I was near the table, I deliberately stood with my legs spread as wide as my shoulders and hands crossed in front of my chest.

It took a while before he got out of his focus zone and started to realize my whereabouts. He suddenly took a deep breath, but did not lift his head.

Then I heard the sound of breathing again. I can't resist the grin created by those voices.

He is aware of his mistake. He knew he would have the consequences of his mistake. He realized that shxt is going to hit the fan.

"Sorry," his sigh without changing the direction of view. He was still staring at the book when he started talking to me. "Gue initially wanted to go to the cafeteria according to our agreement, but .. abis it so I lost the intention. Males I'm facing those guys."

Maybe this is what it's like to be a Hamish who doesn't understand anything about what's being talked about. I felt a strong desire to meet Kimaya with thousands of questions at once. But I also know how ineffective it is. So, I began to unravel my thoughts and let go one by one of my curiosity. I even had a chance to look behind me, making sure that Kimaya was not talking about something that was near us. Nope. There was no one around except the two of us. "Which people?"

Kimaya needs some more time to gather her answers. He, for the umpteenth time, again inhaled a deep breath and let it out tightly. "That's. The people who are on the school's online magazine website."

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