Return of Romantic Artists

My Wrong? 1

The grip of the hand created a warmth that was difficult to decipher. I don't know where he's taking me. I can only follow the tempo of his quick footsteps.

“Reno, what's up? let go of my hand! Pain know!” my protest on the sidelines we both ran together in the hallway of the school. All pairs of eyes staring at the scene of the two of us who are like lovers in a Korean drama.

“Udah you just shut up Siska! there are important things you should know. So, quiet!” Reno ignored my orders and kept running while holding my hand firmly.

I see in front of there many students who are swarming like ants that are carrying royong. Reno stopped her footsteps for a while, then her two pairs of eyes stared fixedly at me. But unfortunately, the look in the eye I could not interpret.

Then Reno resumed her footsteps, her hands still holding my tiny hands. He brought the two of us closer to the crowd of disciples and broke through the crowd without any guilt.

Now we're both in front of Wall Magazine (MADING). Of course I was confused and could not guess the purpose he brought here.

“Reno what is it?” ask me while putting my face towards him. Reno is taller than me.

“Lu don't know Siska? today there is a class announcement, so I brought you here to see it.” Reno was obviously to me.

After hearing Reno's explanation, my gaze immediately spread throughout the entire line of names listed there, while Reno traced each column using her hand to look for the presence of her name.

“Eh Siska, Lo in what class? I'm in class XI IPA H nih.” Reno has found her name on the list in Mading.

“Gue in class XI IPA C, very fitting rival, not too easy nor too easy,” My answer is relaxed while turning the tips of the hair with the fingers.

“APA…? YOU'RE IN CLASS XI IPA C? MEANS WE'RE NOT DONG'S CLASS? HOW'S THIS SISKA? WE'RE NOT CLASS! ARGHHHHHHH HHHHH”

An annoyed face was put on the handsome man's face. Reno scratched his non-itchy head, he also swung his hand while yelling annoyed. The other students around us stared in astonishment at Reno.

“Yahh tidddddd...” The answer to Reno's question was truncated, as he clasped my hand again and took me somewhere else.

“Reno…! Let go of my hand, Reno! lo why the hell? Sick to know my hands are constantly held the same lo!” my protest while trying to let go of this grip.

“Lo as my best friend do not protest much. Lagian ga ga ngapa-ngapain you, have come with me only, do not protest a lot lo his!” Reno was still unwilling to let go of her hand and continued to take me to where she wanted to be.

Reno and I are now at the mouth of the teacher room door. Smelled the aroma of instant coffee powder is freshly brewed, fragrant air so that the smell dominates. Mr. Hamdan took a spoon, then stirred up the freshly brewed coffee. Without further ado, Reno dragged me back to Mr. Hamdan.