Patencies

Chapter 8, someone who came from far away.

Kaila drank the water in front of her. "Like oil and water..What do you mean?," he asked the transparent glass in front of him. An imaginary intersection appeared in his head right after the bell rang.

The words of the pearl that had been prepared since earlier, suddenly disappeared after knowing that the person who entered was not the figure who was waiting.

Kaila opened the packet of chocolate-flavored candy she was carrying. "For a long time..."

The sunlight shakes into the cafe.

Kaila propped up her chin, staring at the window beside her. The water still stuck in the window caught the attention of Kaila who was still daydreaming. His phone shook, breaking the blue-covered girl's daydream.

Elsewhere, a jet-black unraveling girl looked down at the wet streets.

His feet kicked several times a small stone in front of him to drive away the boredom that struck. The attention of the girl was fixed on the little children who were running in front of her.

The children cheerfully ran around here and there, complete with patterned raincoats.

The girl smiled wryly, her eyes slowly dimming.

The water slowly stopped. The girl looked up and found a view of the cloud clumps that had been pitch black, now replaced with a bright blue sky.

Another one appeared in front of him. The girl was still loyal where she stood.

"Do you know where this place is?"

The jet-black girl was shocked and found a man about 39 years old standing in front of her.

The girl quickly scribbled the surface of the book she was carrying, then showed it to the man.

The man bowed, unaware that he had made a mistake. "I'm sorry, I really don't know. But thanks for the info."

The girl in front of him nodded, slightly narrowing her eyes before the man passed from before her.

The black book was tightly wrapped around him.

Liana, that's what's written on the top corner on the left.

The girl rubbed her book softly, as a voice came sweeping through her hearing.

"Sorry, I'm taking shelter here huh? Hehe."

A beautiful girl, he thought. The mane of the girl seemed to shine under the sun. The wind blew slowly, slightly playing the mane of the two of them.

Strange, even though the rain had stopped but the girl next to him came to shelter. The girl who had a slightly long mane was intending to open a conversation until a paper - which had somehow come from nowhere - stuck to her face.

"Whose paper is this," he grumbled as he removed the paper from his face. The paper seems to be new, and may have been accidentally blown away, he thought. Just look, the paper does not even have any crease marks at all, which means it is still new and seems to be in use. The girl who had been silent had finally written something in her book.

A touch on the shoulder made him turn and find the existence of a jet-black mane girl holding her book up to chest level, with a few pages ready behind.

"I..Niala's? Your name is Niala-ah still in the back." The girl who came to the shelter was cool to read the writing in the book belonging to the jet black mane girl, up to a page that made her voice almost unable to come out.

"Uncle, your hands are shaking..."

Alland looked at his trembling right hand. Yes, his left hand he used to hold the little boy who was kind enough to seduce him so as not to rain. "Son, where are your parents? Uncle's gonna take you to your parents soon."

The little boy blinked, confused by Alland's words. He looked down at his legs and Alland alternately before speaking. "What is uncle's parents?."

Alland was not speaking. The little boy clasped tightly onto his hand, his gaze fixed on Alland's shoes. "I," he continued, "didn't know what a parent was.."

His eyes became sweet. The little boy in front of him did not let go of his grasp at all. Alland stared elsewhere, whatever it was as long as it wasn't a child in front of him.

It was raining heavily, as if not allowing the two of them to leave the place.

The little boy continued to make a sound with a very small volume, but still could be heard Alland who continued to stare elsewhere.

Alland found a shadow coming closer to him. With a swift hand one held the child, and the other held a small umbrella. The shadow drew nearer, and when it became apparent, Alland knew who it was.

"Master of the school?"

"Oh? You recognize me?"

Well, he forgot about me.

Alland smiled faintly. "Alland sir, remember? The one a few days ago brought a sister to her new school is you know."

The man in front of him flanked his chin using his index finger and thumb while posing was thinking seriously. "Oh! You're the bald one?" he said excitedly.

"No sir, my hair is still there. You are wrong."

Dikatain bald weh. This heartache TwT

Alland rubbed his chest dramatically. How could he be mistaken for a bald man while his hair is still there? It can't grow overnight.

The little boy whose existence is almost forgotten Alland squeezed the grip of his hands that dariitadi still linked.

Cold air, coupled with less sunlight, is a deadly combination for some people.

Its slightly long surface past the shoulder slowly moved in the direction of the wind. Gritting his own teeth slightly, the little boy looked all over the place while waiting for Alland who did not let go of his tiny hand.

The man in front of him was still talking to the other man who looked shorter. Both of them talk and seem to ignore themselves.

"Where are you going to rain like this Mr Alland?"

The one asked smiled faintly, answering a question from the older man politely. "I've been somewhere and now I want to go back, but it's raining."

"You want to go back together, Mr Alland? I brought an umbrella."

Alland did not display any other expressions. He nodded and bowed slowly. "I'm sorry, but I'm still waiting for something, thank you for your earlier invitation," she subtly declined.

The headmaster nodded and smiled. "It's a pity then. All right, I'm ahead Mr. Alland."

Alland stared at the headmaster's departure in silence. The little boy behind him slowly looked up, curious about the person earlier. "Uncle, who was he?."

"He's an important man." The little boy looked confused. Alland paid no heed to the confused look of the boy. His attorneys were still focused on the headmaster walking away from the two of them.

Trying not to think strangely, Alland carried the little boy and prepared to break through the torrent of rain.

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Kaila tapped her finger several times on the table, trying not to explode with anger. The one who had been waiting for him, no matter where. "Ditelfon was not taken up. Got a cell phone just for display what the hell."

Really empty of visitors..

The finger he brought to the surface of his phone smooth, pressing a video display that had appeared.

Seconds become minutes, minutes become hours, causing a sense of annoyance that becomes.

Kaila decided to immediately leave the place after considering it over-ten times the consideration.

The blue-covered girl had just opened the exit which happened to be her entrance, when someone came to hug her tightly.

The clueless Kaila quickly pushed the person away.

"Kaila Kaila! You don't recognize who I am until it pushes like that?, "he said in a sad tone, either really sad or a skit thrown.

At first glance, Kaila hardly recognized who the man in front of him was, but when he heard his voice, then he knew, who this man in front of him was.

"I know you?."

The man, with a slightly sad look, looked at Kaila as if he was saying Are you kidding?.

But no matter how hard the man looked at her, Kaila's gaze did not change. A gaze filled with hatred, but dominated with disgust.

Kaila pulled both corners of her lips, forming a smile for the man.

His feet he was down from that place, stepping wherever important away from the man.

The man did not give up. He quickly held onto Kaila's wrist but was pushed aside by a split second.

The place was not visited by many people, so when the man came, the place was quite quiet and outside there were only the two of them.

The blue-covered girl clasped tightly onto the man's hand and pulled him away from the place.

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His feet he carried, stepping forward while humming small. Today was his birthday, so he walked away feeling happy. Imagining what was in his home, whether his parents would welcome him with a warm hug, made the boy smile widely along the way. The slightly long mane was bathed in the afternoon sunlight. The wind was blowing slowly, turning around and as if passing through the child earlier.

His heart beat violently as his right hand held the doorknob of his house.

"Breath, hupp..huaaah."

Ta-my hands trembling..

Kaila closed both her eyes. The man gasped for air, scooped up as much oxygen as possible and then spoke. "Making your father nearly to death out of breath is really disrespectful, Kaila."

Dad said.

"Dad! Mama!."

The little boy smiled very broadly after opening the door of his house. His feet stepped in, walking-ah no, running vigorously down his house. A small smile filled the silence of his home. Not clear, but enough to please her. His eyes seemed to shine.

"My whole life, I hated my father."

Kaila smiled smugly as she looked at the man who called himself a father. His eyes dimmed, trying not to cry in front of the man. "In my life, I've desperately endured." The man in front of him said nothing as Kaila spoke in a tone that was almost the same as the squeaking mouse.

The man's netra was dark blue, just like Kaila's. The mane is jet black, while the mane of Kaila is blue, a beautiful light blue.

His heartbeat quickened, as if he was about to jump out of place. His breathing choked, his vocal cords like they did not want to work, but there was still much he wanted to express.

you came from far away and said as if everything was okay.

"Ah, have you gone home, son?."

"Look, I bought you something!."

"Dad brought a cake, a mess!."

"Mother also brought your favorite cold drink you know~."

The sky blue-blonde woman smiled sweetly. Her net was staring warmly at the two people in front of her, a man and a little girl. A happy day, he thought.

Her little daughter today is having a birthday, what could be better than this?

The little boy held his parents together while smiling so widely that his eyes were closed.

A really happy family, right?

It was the story, the story of a little boy with a blue sky and a dark blue netra.

Perfect combination of both parents.

I'll tell you about a story. The story of a young child and his two happy parents. You know, a few years ago, a little boy walked into his house feeling good. Maybe I don't need to tell you this part because I told you above.

More precisely, I will tell you about my encounter with a beautiful girl with blue sky and dark blue netra.

What I remember, a few years ago on my way home, I came across a beautiful girl. At that time his appearance was very neat and what I had in mind was,

"This girl is very beautiful and neat, is she a princess from a foreign land?."

My mind wasn't focused when he pulled out a small knife from behind his pocket, and stared ahead as if it was his last day to see the world.

The girl still clasped tightly onto her little knife, not intending to take it off.

I silently watched from a distance. Not that far, maybe about ten or eleven steps from where he stood.

If you ask why I did not stop his actions that might cause his own death, then the answer is: I do not want to interfere in his affairs.

It seems bad, but it was their doing. I'm just watching. Ah, but there are times when I will help them.

Back to the girl, she was still in her place, no sign of moving or anything else.

I walked slowly, trying not to make a sound.

"Without killing yourself, it's better if you take revenge" I told the sky blue girl.

Yeah, he was surprised and why would I know? Of course because both of his shoulders were raised suddenly.

"Do you know, for years I tried desperately?"