Red Threads Disconnected

Special chapter: Red thread, start knitting

A week later...

Rachel

"I skipped from tutoring".

"What ?!!!.

Suddenly left the tutoring place secretly without the knowledge of his parents.

"Are they not going to call your mom ?".

"Ah~!, yes too. But let it be tomorrow's problem.

Then change his tutoring schedule by going to a painting studio, and learning painting techniques.

"I don't feel good hearing this".

I felt the storm was coming earlier than expected.

"I'm tired of studying constantly".

"Wahh!!, the smart kids learned to die to be the top".

"Haha. True also yes, it would be great if I became a genius child from being born like someone".

But Rachel really did not think about tomorrow, and could still joke with me.

"Is that a compliment ??".

"No".

"What else do you think".

Even Rachel's attitude is more enjoyable than usual.

"Rahel my head hurts". I grimaced in pain because Rachel touched my head with her power.

"The cooking just hurts anyway".

"No".

Yet he repeated it for the second time without thinking about the fate of my precious head.

"Rahell !". I shouted in annoyance.

"People who try to be smart have their own dilemmas".

"The one who can do what he wants understands my suffering".

I feel that speech is very meaningful in and also contains a thousand meanings.

"No !".

"Aduh~".

"Don't give expression provide".

I really don't know what happened in the Wiandara family, to create Rachel who has multiple personalities.

"I have no expression providing tau".

"Ho..really".

But there is little hope at the moment.

"Sir Andre ~!. Look Rachel wants to make my head go bumpy".

Hope that I can be a place to share Rachel's story...

"No !".

"Basic of the ngadu".

"Akhh!!, that hurts tau".

He did not have to bear the burden of living alone.

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City park

"Rahel can you help me ??".

"Yes of course".

After a lot of time we spent together.

"That's the girl who's staring at you, right ?".

"Hmmm ??".

"Okay, but it looks like it is".

*It feels like a**da is a thread that is knitted between us, but the thread is very transparent and invisible to others*.

"He smiled at me". (Murmuring)

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Music studio...

"Pff!!, what game is it".

"Akhh!!, don't laugh !!".

"You really suck at playing the violin. Haha".

"I said stop Rachel !!".

Because of that knitting anyway

"You better give up".

"Never !!".

Our relationship became familiar, and close every second...

"Hm... Rachels".

"What ??". Rachel looked at me.

"Isn't this ribbon next to length ??". I showed the red ribbon that was in my hair to Rachel.

"Try here I see". Then Rachel walked behind me, to compare the ends of the ribbon that I felt were not the same length.

"Hm ...". That's how Rachel murmured while thinking.

"It looks like this is the next length".

"Well, I feel that way too. It's strange to wear a ribbon that's not the same length".

When I said that, the unexpected idea of Rachel came up.

"No problem".

He walked up to the scissors on the music studio table and showed it to me.

I felt really bad when I saw those scissors.

"What do you want to do".

"Don't worry, I'll definitely cut it just as long".

"Ermm.. It's best not to Rachel".

"Nothing to worry about, I can do this".

"But~".

"Shut up first I can cut it wrong".

I should have believed my feelings...

"Srek !!".

Because it. As the process of cutting the ribbon took place, I heard a very awkward cutout sound.

"Ahh~".

Plus there was a heavy sigh of Rachel heard by me.

"Dafira".

"Yes ??'.

"Let's open your eyes".

"alright".

And it's true what my hunch was.

"I'm sorry".

I shouldn't have trusted Rachel to cut my ribbon.

"Akhhhhhh!!!!!, you're Rahelll !!!".

I cried out hysterically from the shock of seeing that my hair had been cut together with a ribbon that was not the same length.

"Pff!!, ma-af".

Then without sin the bitch hid her funny taste when she saw my hair cut off.

"You want to die !".

Honestly, I was so upset that I wanted to beat the man to satisfaction.

"Haha, sorry Dafira".

The one who made a mistake laughed awkwardly and took his eyes off me.

"Actually he feels guilty not really ?!!!".

...~...

...Such was the fate of my precious hair on my first summer vacation....