Pears

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Again, the tears came out of his eyes, a tear of regret that might only disappear when Devan's state returned to its original state. Although his heart was chaotic, Vallen still finished treating it by covering the wound using cotton and plaster. After he finished, he immediately drowned his face in the folds of the hands that were on the chair, trying to resolve his sadness by letting those tears out for some time longer.

One thing Vallen did not know, but for Devan, the pain in his wound seemed to disappear when he embraced Vallen earlier.

"Val ...," call Devan.

"Such bego .. pick rope just not becus! Hicks." Vallen continued to grumble and blame himself.

"Lo no bego ...."

"Gue bego Devan ...." And after saying that, Vallen even more sobbing.

Of course a Devan would never have the heart to see Vallen this way, so he rubbed Vallen's head, also told him that he was okay and the wound formed was a small problem for him. Yes, no one knows if his life problems are bigger many times than these wounds.

"Devan g-gue apologizes ...." Vallen raised his face to look at his ex.

Devan smiled and wiped Vallen's tears. "It's okay, Val."

"Gue b-bakal uraturat lo sampe luka lo ilang," said Vallen as a form of responsibility.

"The Commander should take care of the Princess." Devan chuckles a little while tidying up Vallen's messy hair. "Don't cry."

"Mmm," the whining of Vallen whose cries began to subside. Vallen's heart warmed as Devan said so. Gosh, why is this guy so easy to get him bobbing in obscure waves?

"Watch another demo of eskul yuk!" bring Devan.

"Hm? Come on."

Devan got up from his seat, then Vallen's hands immediately coiled to the back of his body, the girl holding Devan's waist. "Gue help lo walk ..." said Vallen in a raucous voice.

Devan nodded, then embraced Vallen, letting this girl clean even though she could still walk on her own, but yes.

The two also walked to the front of their own class where there was a ceramic chair facing the field directly.

On the edge of them were Chela and Nasya, they were holding smoke bombs that might not have been ignited during the performance. Chela even turned it on when this was in the corridor, making orange ash spread and he did not care about the people around who were crowded when inhaling it.

"Oh My God, Devan why?!" nasha asked, saying, Vallen thought the girl was going to ask about him.

"Gue gapapa really," Devan replied kindly, he still slipped a smile in the end.

"Val?" Nasya again asked because he felt Devan could not be 'gapapa' with that much injury.

But instead of Vallen answering, Devan was the one who spoke again. "Father, Nasy."

Nasya scowled at Devan out of his own shame. "Yes, just get well Dev!"

Devan nodded.

Chela looked at Vallen and Devan strangely, she knew they had broken up, so why were they still together? As close as now. The girl asked Vallen only through head movements as if saying 'why is Devan next to you?', and now it's Vallen's job to understand the message that Chela meant.

All right, free, Vallen just shook his head and Chela didn't understand because it had so much meaning.

"Yuk Val's photo!" invite Chela who tries to ignore the problem of Vallen-Devan.

"Bau ah, don't like asep," said Vallen, shaking his hand in front of his face.

"Well, if there's this phlegm, it can be aesthetic gituuu."

"Don't follow Chel first."

"Yes it is."

"WELL YAHHH ABIS!" noisily Nasya while staring sadly at the thinning smoke and finally lost it.

Chela was disappointed, but she tried to catch small powders in the air. Free!

Vallen laughed at the behavior of his best friend. And next to the girl, Devan was happy to see the cheerful Vallen.

Keep gini Val, I haven't seen you laughing in my deck.