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The Clang to Five

Two minutes less passed. The first count just finished. But, again and again Candy was made to grimace when Regaz said it wrong.

"It should have been squared away first. The units do not forget to convert to meters. Since when is the unit of distance senti, huh?!"

The sleeve of the man's shirt has been folded up to the shoulder, until it shows the biceps of his sport so far. Wait, since when does Regaz love sports?

Candy observes her answer still being doodled by Regaz.

"sorry. I'll count it in a hurry."

Regaz grunting. "No need to be sober and count cepet if the tip is wrong! What's the beginning, but the result is zero?! The Olympics need reasoning. You should have reason before you answer!" Firm Regaz hard.

Candy ventured back to Regaz's sharp gaze.

"So, the chilled was ...precision, huh?"

"Yes, that's!" Regaz clucked, the guy took his breath. "What you have to focus on here is not about speed. But ke.te.pa.tan! Your mainstay is only in the accuracy of the answer to be able to defeat your rivals!"

Candy lowered. So, the main thing is the accuracy and accuracy of the answer, huh? Physics is an exact science. The answer is also no alternative. But the answer is only one.

"Yes." Yeah."

Candy got up to take a push up position.

"What's the fuck you want?" Regaz. He stared at Candy.

"And you said earlier, every wrong answer must be push-ups" he said mimicking Regaz's words earlier.

"Am I telling you?"

Candy sighed in frustration. Wrong again.

"How come?"

"Can you get salto?" Ask plain Regaz.

Candy's face turned grim. "No. I'm a girl."

"Waxy behavior?"

"His feet can't go up."

"Front roll?" Muttered Regaz quietly.

"Tilt."

Not giving up, Regaz kept asking. "Split?"

"Fear of torn pants."

Regaz scratched his nape. This girl doesn't like sports or what? Be told roll, candle attitude, salto only can not.

"OK enough shut up ten times!"

Candy gaping. Wasn't the punishment for any of those wrong push-ups? Why shut up now?

"Missy!" Gertak Regaz's.

"T-but--"

Regaz. "The.pet! I don't accept rejection!"

With excessive levels of annoyance, Candy began to take a position to carry out Regaz's slavery. He lay down on the floor, and bent his knees. Then he started lifting his stomach forward.

One ...

This is the insane punishment he's ever been through. Hey, Candy's been never even legal.

Two ...

For the sake of Rena who is afraid of her lover Egi, she is very not good at sports.

Three ...

What is Regaz's heart made of? Until I told you to do something like this.

Four ...

Candy is getting heavier to lift her body weight. Hey, he's here for physics guidance not sports guidance.

Five ...

For the sake of fried onions which is always a menu of breakfast and dinner every day. Why isn't Regaz human?

Six ...

He regretted ever being amazed at that flat face first.

Seven ...

It could be casually that guy was playing a game while he was being tormented like this!

Eight ...

Reality is never in accordance with expectations.

Nine ...

With the rest of the man was even cool smiling himself between his hands who were agile playing games that were being valued at this time. If only I could, I'd love Candy to slap that face.

Ten ...

He straightened his legs—still with a lying position— had no intention at all to stand. His breathing panted with a dead red face. The marble floor of the library was cold to him. The library air conditioner felt less cold to reduce the heat in his head.

"It was just that tired. Basic suck!" Candy just wants to throw Regaz in. "Here sit! We continue to learn the same about practice again."

Training is the same as punishment. Candy swallowed her hard-earned saliva. She patted her slightly dirty skirt.

"How about?" Ask Candy hesitated.

Regaz grinning. "A little, only twenty."

Less asem!

ooo

The reddish yellow color in the sky is indeed very stunning. The most perfect natural painting is indeed at dusk. The sound of noisy children while running around, teenage children who are passionate, there are also those who show off their affection—especially today is Saturday aka Sunday night. That's the atmosphere of the city park on a Saturday afternoon.

Candy steps into an all-pink ice cream shop. The goal is not to buy, but rather to approach someone he often looks for after school.

"Bi, how?"

Candy broke her smile.

"There's still a lot, son. Yes," said the middle-aged woman.

The multifaceted balloons in front of him swayed in the wind. Candy grabs seven duck-shaped balloons and puts her bag on a park bench.

"Please take care of my usual kayak bag, Bi," he said before stepping into the place where he was looking for sustenance.

His body is tired, especially after the guidance of the Olympics which currently drains his energy and emotions. But, this kind of afternoon activity was too much of a pity for Candy to pass through.

He took a brown teddy bear costume that matched his size, then immediately put it on. Although she still wears a school skirt, it does not make her body difficult when she is wearing a costume. His hair he cepol origin, so that the later sultry feeling he felt reduced.

"Of the afternoon shift, Can?" Rita—girl who one job with her—ask.

"Yes. It's my afternoon at school" replied Candy in between her activities wearing a costume.

"Hm that, yeah. Yaudah spirit yes," he exclaimed as he showed a fist.

Candy smiled behind the costume she was already wearing. "Yes thanks. I go first, yeah."

The children, who had been running on green grass, ran to him as he exited his tent. Some of them even laughed at the action that Candy played. He shook his body, making the little ones laugh. Not there, Candy even circled dancing to follow the song being played by Odong-odong.

A couple of little kids were holding his arm asking for the balloon he was holding. The boy's parents moved to buy the balloon. As a bonus, Candy also allows them to take pictures together.

In less than ten minutes, the four balloons in his hand were sold. He circled around, while occasionally attracting small children who invited him to play.

It feels good, even though he is tired of asking for forgiveness. At least he can make others smile happily. The remaining three balloons were sold out. Candy decided to sit on the park bench near the street lights. He fanned his hot self.

The sky is getting darker. People have also started to tidy up their merchandise.

His back was leaning limply against the park bench without taking off his bear costume. He's tired. His eyes looked at the sky that was already decorated with stars— behind his costume.

As a child Candy once wished on a twinkling star to find her father. But now that he knew, the stars could not hear his hope. How's his dad's face? Candy doesn't know. All he knew was that he had only lived with his mother since childhood. Candy smiled bitterly.

His childhood was not as good as other children. Her teenage years are not as bright as most other teenagers. People just want to hear what they see without knowing the truth. But do they know, every second of Candy's breath is very flavorful?

"Gue brought the sleeping bag you asked for."

"Who didn't bring it?"

"That's Dion!"

The chatter jerked his daydream suddenly. Still in his bear costume Candy turned to the origin of the sound. The bench he was sitting on was indeed located in the corner of the park. So, he was able to catch the vehicles that were roaring on the city streets.

There are eight motors seen in a cluster. Each driver was wearing a large bag on his back. Like a mountain bag.

"Well, aren't you angry? I have a bini also still going up the mountain."

"Whisper you! It's like a sissy!"

One of the guys sitting on a big black motorcycle patted the motorcycle seat next to him.

"Buckoo! You talk about it, the spiciness is second to none."

From behind her bear mask, Candy tries to recognize a voice that feels familiar to her. The man's face was invisible because it was blocked by a large banyan tree.

"Gue doesn't care! When else can I get this."

Candy grew curious about the owner of the voice. Unfortunately, he only saw jet black hair sticking out of here and there because of the wind and the back wrapped in ash shirts.

His eyes managed to widen. When I realized who it was. It's not that ...

"Ion, stop. There's an Arsenic branch."

"Snurvy!"

... Regaz's?

Candy frowned, didn't that person really hate the mountains? Why does it now feel like the nature of the person is inversely proportional.

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- TO BE CONTINUED

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