Senior, Stop Teasing me!

From Near

After the photo session, we rushed down from the stage, one by one, looking for a sitting position. My gaze led to Joni taking a different direction. Joni chose to follow her father, taking a sitting position next to her mother. Occasionally her mother would fix a strand of hair that began to cover Joni's gaze while showing off her white teeth to the other invited guests. Happy laughter continued to radiate from the look on their faces.

Reza walked beside me carrying a parcel that was supposed to be mine. “No one will take the flower from you,” he said as he looked straight ahead. I noticed the flower that was now in my arms, I hugged it tightly without realizing it. My arms can barely interlock with each other because of the size of the flower so large.

“Sure I will take care of it. Senior looks like he wants to snatch it from me,” I said with a nasty tinge of temptation on him. We exchanged words without anyone trying to see each other's expressions. We can only guess what is the meaning behind the sentence we are saying.

“You fool yes, I gave it to you.”

“Thank you for the flowers~”

Reza took more and more steps to get ahead of me, maybe at this time he was horrified to hear my impromptu thanks. Oh yes, my impromptu companion! I have to thank him after the show is over. I hope I can meet him.

“Senior...,” call me to Reza who is one step ahead of me at the moment, but there is no telling not even a single movement of her body to react to my call.

“Kak Reza?” I tried to call him back, with a more familiar call.

“Why?” See, the answer is without a break from the behavior.

“Who was the person who was with me earlier?”

“For what did you ask?”

“Just want to say thank you.”

“No need to trouble yourself. He has come home!”

“Ow, how do you know?!”

Reza walked into the gap of the row of seats to his sitting position again, he did not answer my question. The coldness returned. Well, whatever. Maybe right now Reza is lying to me to close the chat, she is too lazy to serve my question, I will look for her later.

There is another urgent matter that I am now facing, how do I hold this flower while sitting? I didn't want to put it on the floor just like that, it was a pity to let it break so quickly. Should I ask the seniors to keep it for me for a while?

“Give me!” Reza took mine from my arms, aahhhh. I've guessed your intentions since the beginning as you keep glancing at my flowers on stage.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a soft voice as his face drew closer to me. Is the retina of the eye from the beginning is indeed light brown? It was so shiny when the light of the lamp penetrated it.

“Your friend will not return,” said Reza. His voice was soft from behind my ears, his long hands were able to grab the seat beside me from behind to put flowers and a parcel he had been holding tightly since coming down from the stage. After making sure that the objects were safe and would not fall off easily, he re-enforced himself on his chair and focused on the next event.

Time continued to flow, one after another the offerings of each extracurricular have appeared to show talent. I was so bored, none of the extracurriculars interested me, while the one who always pissed me off, did nothing beside me. Reza just sat stiffly staring forward all the time, it was getting boring.

Quickly my flowers and parcels had moved to the floor. Oh, my God, who doesn't have this manners. I want to cry for my flowers, what a pity.

“Include, my name is Anwar. You're Zytha, right?” He talks too much. “You are very famous now. I've been interested in you since I first saw you” This guy talks without pause and has no intention of letting me answer his own questions. “Oh yes, I can ask for your number *handphone-*?”

“Hei...” For the first time in over an hour, Reza let out her voice. Sounds not friendly at all. His tone was so haughty and felt cold. “Well from here, your voice is very disturbing,” he continued.

“It turns out you're Reza. You are still haughty and pretentious in front of me” Senior who introduced himself by the name of Anwar looks start to be provoked by emotions. Will there be a fight here? I feel sorry for my position between their current fights. Flowers, can we switch places?

“Do not make me angry.” Reza uttered a threatening sentence without changing his tone and expression. His view never separated from the performance on stage, an offering from Club Karate, looks tough and so charming with all his movements.

I looked at Anwar with a small glint in the corner of my eye, he seemed to be holding a tremendous amount of anger. The sound of his teeth snapping sounded terrifying, the veins on his neck and temples were turning blue and tightening, his eyes flushed red and almost out of place.

“Senior..,” call me down towards Anwar. Lest Anwar raise his fist, my position is not safe among them. Hearing my call, Anwar immediately regained his senses from his anger and immediately controlled his emotions. Probably trying to save his pride in front of me for now.

“Hmm.., Zytha. I will look for you next time,” he said with a slightly vibrating tone of voice holding back the rest of the anger. While Reza without being calm beside me, still focused on his own activities. Anwar immediately got up from the chair and tried to shift it without patience.

“Place the flowers and parcels in their original place,” Reza's voice quietly. But that calmness can not make Anwar's anger disappear, even more so. They seem to have been in a great fight, rarely seeing two guys hostile to each other. Anwar grabbed the flowers and parcels slowly and placed them in their original position. Anwar only seemed to appreciate the things as mine so he carried them slowly regardless of the emotions that were now enveloping him.

I heaved a sigh of relief seeing them apart without any meaningful quarrel. Seeing my flowers that had been soiled on some of her petals made me even more regretful of her. I tried to tidy it up once again, after looking better and making sure nothing was broken, I then refocused myself towards the front.

“Better we get out.” Reza looked agitated and immediately got up from her chair, grabbed a flower and pushed it on my lap. While he carried the parcel with one hand.

“Why?” I'm confused here, what's wrong with Reza? But he was silent for a moment before answering my confused question.

“There will be a photo shoot for us, better leave immediately so as not to be late,” is clear reza with the position still behind me. I can't see his expression at the moment. Ahh, why am I curious, she will always put on a cold face like usual.

“But the show is not finished yet,” I said showing the event still running on stage. Reza, however, did not heed my words. He started walking towards the door of the hall, a few senior girls looked at Reza with sparkling eyes. I'm used to the way they look at Reza– like this.

Reza continued to walk without looking back, whether he realized or not that I was still following him from behind. Some seniors greeted Reza enthusiastically, but Reza who was the center of attention acted cold and only nodded his head once or twice.

“A huge flower. Remember your sister?” One tried to equalize his footsteps with me and act familiar, I glanced at him for a while. However, none of my memories have ever met him. “The older brother asked for your number the other day *handphone-*you,” he continued. The guy who tried to ask for my phone number is not just you, why act so familiar now, my mind.

“Do not disturb us first, we have to hunt down time.” I am now grateful for Reza's cold attitude, for the umpteenth time, his cold attitude was able to help me get rid of these seductresses.

“Come, Reza. I will not interfere with your precious time,” he said calmly and then refocused himself on me, “more so with beautiful girls and even the best students on the registration of new students this year.” I don't like the word for word that comes out of his mouth.