Red Threads Disconnected

Special chapter: One special day

An hour later...

"Hei Dafira's". (Gills)

"What ??".

I forgot for a moment

"Now how else huh ??".

"Hmm.. i...".

That the last time I played rain was when I was 5 years old, and then the story ended with a cold and a two-day fever.

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"Actually the last time I did this was when I was 5 years old". That's how I obviously told Rachel awkwardly. Then after that, Rachel's annoyance jumped straight from her mouth.

"You're looking to die, aren't you ?!!".

I understand with the angry screams of Rachel, but want how else this has already happened.

"sorry ~". That was all I could say again after seeing Rachel's sinister annoyed face.

" Qc !. Let's find a shelter first".

"But where??, the school must have closed, if I came home in this condition can Mama be angry".

After a while, Rachel thought for a while. Then...

"How about going to the painting studio ?".

"Gee...".

Why did I forget earlier, that the place we took shelter from the problem there was still a painting studio. "yes".

"Let's go straight there, the weather's not good enough".

"Come fast".

Without wasting any time, Rahel and I ran straight to the music studio not far from where we were standing. But while in the middle of the journey I saw a classmate who was passing on the same road as us.

Until in the end I stopped Rachel's steps, then dragged her into the hallway of the shophouse right beside us.

"Hey what are you doing ??". So said Rahel who was confused when I pulled him the lonely aisle.

"Shtt !!". With my hands on my lips, I coded Rachel not to make any sound.

After I was sure they had passed away from our current position, I answered Rachel's question.

"We're hiding". I said while glancing at the two classmates earlier.

"Why are we hiding from them ??". It turned out that Rachel who saw me was glancing, was now taking part in doing what I was doing.

"What are you doing ?".

"What else, of course follow you. Besides you're hiding from your own classmates ??".

"You don't know what!!, I just don't want to get in trouble for being close to the school prince".

"When do you want to be here ??".

"Wait until they're far away".

"alright".

A few moments later...

"Akh!!, why is my shirt so sticky like this ??".

"Of course you'll be playing Rachel's rain".

"Ck, trouble !".

"But".

"Rahel !".

From the trip to the studio, Rachel ceaselessly fuss over her soaked clothes. He seemed to be unwilling to feel the sticky sensation caused by the rain when he was breaking through it.

But the sensation should be felt anyway, the fact of the cloth exposed to water is wet and makes the wearer feel sticky. But I don't know what Rachel was thinking until such a protest.

"Rahel, let's hurry up and find Andre's sir".

"Ck!!, Yes..."

Although in a feeling of annoyance and discomfort Rachel still followed my footsteps that ran towards the floor of the painting studio.

Along the way we ran, we could see the current state of the studio which was very quiet and also silent. But this is natural, because at this hour the studio has already rested and reopened at 8 later.

I am so grateful for that, if the studio is as crowded as ever I will definitely bear the embarrassment of all time.

With maximum running speed finally me and Rachel came to the front of the studio painting fifteen minutes later.

We came in the midst of lightning so strong, and lightning so strong. Until we surprised Mr. Andre who was finishing his new painting.

"Gosh~, I thought you were a ghost". That's what Mr. Andre said whose heart was almost dislodged when he saw us in a mess.

We could only laugh when we saw Mr. Andre screaming in tandem with the sound of lightning shaking, Mr. Andre said he almost fainted because he thought we were ghosts. Actually it's quite exciting, because I just saw the face of Mr. Andre who was scared to death.

"Hahaha.pardon us sir Andre". I replied to Mr. Andre with a half-sorry smile.

"Well, it doesn't matter, miss. Wait a minute here, yeah".

While Mr. Andre was leaving us in the middle of the painting studio together, he seemed to go to another room not far from this painting studio.

Then after returning, two pairs of new clothes were already in the hands of Mr. Andre.

"Wear this fast before you get sick". Mr. Andre handed the clothes to me and Rachel.

Rahel and I received clothes from Mr. Andre with pleasure, we immediately put them on and change our clothes that were wet with new clothes.

But because this is a painting studio that Andre managed, there are only men's clothes left, plus the clothes are very large because it has the size of the body of Andre sir, so I feel drowned when wearing it.

"Very big". (Murmuring)

"Who are you wearing ??".

Rachel who had just come out of the dressing room immediately walked towards me, and mocked me without wasting any more time.

Of course I felt annoyed by this, until I returned the ignorance with a pouting face.

"Don't you see that this is Mr. Andre's shirt ??". I said in a tinge.

"Hahaha, sorry don't pout that way".

Then after one sentence from Rachel, he immediately approached me and repaired Pak Andre's clothes so as not to be too big when I wear it.

Rachel started by rolling her sleeves up, then tied her belt to my waist until the volume of Andre's clothes did not feel like drowning me anymore, then the last Rachel gave me a red ribbon that I don't know where it came from.

I was shocked to see what this Rachel did, but because of how it worked so quickly I could not avoid it and stop it, so I just reacted quietly in a place not in the slightest twitch.

The tape that Rachel gave me was of course glad to receive, but I kept asking where she got her ribbon from.

"Rahel where did you get this ribbon ??". I asked Rachel with a little suspicion.

At that time I saw Rachel a little awkward when answering her, but after she answered a question from me, my suspicions turned into foreign feelings.

"I...".

"I, bought it earlier, as a sign of sorry for cutting your hair". That's the answer Rachel who was thrown doubtful.

"I was quite accidental back then, so I'm sorry".

I also involuntarily chuckled lightly when I heard the reason from this Rachel. I did not expect that she still remembered the fate of my precious hair, so I had to buy a new ribbon as an apology.

Having heard the origin of the ribbon, I immediately put it on my head, tying it I thanked Rachel with a sweet smile that carved.