Star Clarissa

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"Yuk Ca," Kanya invites Clarissa to gather in the field, today the IPA class one enters the hour of sports lessons. As usual they will gather in the middle of the field, but what is different, today they do not run far.

"Heating first..." Shouted Aini from the back door of the office that directly led to the field. "Fifteen minutes..."

After fifteen minutes of warming up, Aini came back and stood in arrears which made all of her students look up.

"Today you can play basketball, volleyball, or ball." Her speech. "Obviously, there's a meeting of teachers," everyone prancing around in excitement.

"But inget, don't be chastened, classy or go home instead." Imbabnya, "stay here and act, if you want to sit, you sit up."

"WHO'S BUU!!??!!" Shouted them excited.

Ms. Aini returned to the office after absending her students.

"Once in a while to tighten the strings of brotherhood, what if women are the same men playing volleyball together?" tawar Daze who has occupied the position of Aini ma'am earlier. "If the lazy can step aside as a cheerleader, who can not need to be proficient yuk join."

All members of the first IPA class received the class president's invitation. Some have entered their respective teams and stood in their place.

"Put, aren't you coming?"

"No." The son walked and sat next to friends who were waiting their turn and who were lazy to come to play.

"ICAA SPIRIT!!??!"

Kanya's loud shout made Clarissa nod and wave her hand. For the Voly sport, Clarissa is quite fond and can play a little.

The match was getting more fierce, Clarissa never felt as excited as she is now. He kept running after the ball, even he had time to prance happy because he could fight. But when he was being invited by Vina to speak, something ran towards him and made him fall. A loud bang about someone on top of it.

"CLARISSAAAAAAA!!!!????!!!!" His friends screamed loudly, the Volly ball Clarissa had unwittingly almost hit him. Clarissa blinked her eyes, Son protecting her from that Voly ball.

The son got up, and Kanya hurried to make him sit down and lean on him. "Lo's okay, Ca?"

"Clarissa." Daze also looks panicked and crouches nearby, grabbing her forehead ensuring that she is fine.

"Oh Allah my wife..." All were staring at Alec who had been sitting next to Kanya, gently shaking Clarissa's arm. "Darling..."

Daze menoyor's. "Heh, baby, baby,"

All seemed to notice the strangeness that Clarissa responded to, the furore of everything she did not respond to.

"A.s..." Kanya shook slowly, Clarissa froze and her eyes opened wide. "Ca, woy Ica passed out..."

"Whose fainting open your eyes?" answer one of his classmates.

"Come."

"Bent on Nyak," Kanya and the others exhaled a sigh of relief. Clarissa was still closing her eyes, leaning on Kanya's thigh. "Just a moment, yeah, it's,,,,"

Not sure what the woman was doing, her friends complied and waited for Clarissa to finish her mind. All his classmates surrounded him. Clarissa stood up and looked at all her friends.

"Sepentarr" he said again. Then stroked his chest, pulling and exhaling his breath repeatedly.

"Ca, how come you're relapsing?" ask Kanya.

Clarissa only thrust out her five fingers. Ask Kanya to shut up first.

"Ca," Vina rebuked Clarissa for still not finishing stroking her chest and pulling and exhaling. "Lo what the hell?"

"Gue's okay, just surprised."

"Why then?" Alec asked.

"Squiet yourself." Clarissa developed her smile. "Yep, continue."

"No, no!!!" Daze raised her hand. He pointed at Mira. "Anterin Ica to Uks, if anyone feels unwell, come along."

Mira rushes to Clarissa and looks the other way, maybe someone wants to come, unfortunately no one and Clarissa also refuses.

"Gue here, please,"

"No!!" Alec stood up and shook his hand as if he wanted Clarissa to leave. "I don't want you to get sick, or I want you to get sick."

"Anjir." Daze hit the man's shoulder. "It can't be a mouth."

"Kok lo nyolot the hell Ze,"

"Did? you're also weird Lec," Kanya looked at Mira. "I'm just anther."

"No!!" Daze pulls Kanya's arm. "Later he'll depend on you."

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The attitude given by his classmates became a thought for Clarissa. Indeed, from the first he always got more attention because of his asthma. But this time, because Daze's excessive attitude makes the whole thing become excessive.

Clarissa had no intention of lying down, because she was not sick. But to stop the attitude of his friends he chose to rest in the UKS only. He stood by the window staring out.

Kanya has filled her place to play, and she sees Putra has also entered the game. Clarissa's lips curved, carving a smile considering that the cause of her long breath is the Son. The man was sharp but helped him when he did not realize that the volley ball was drifting towards him, with the Son swiftly hugging him to avoid it. Clarissa did not expect that the Son was watching her.

"Watching or unintentionally seeing?" Clarissa shook her head a little, sure enough, anyone would help her if she accidentally saw that. Coincidentally, the son who saw the ball Voly. "It's just too much."

The door was knocked to make Clarissa hurry to sit on the side of the bed, not wanting to look okay. There is no way he is okay but instead cool relaxed in the UKS room.

"Are you better?" Marisa came in and brought a cup of warm tea, put it on a small table beside the bed. "So Daze ngabarin if you're in the UKS, fortunately I'm the one who's on guard."

"It doesn't really hurt, though,,,,"

"It's okay, it's relaxing here, it's AC." Both of them laughed. "Eat already?"

"It."

The two are silent to each other, come on, Clarissa always doesn't like being presented with people who make her awkward.

"Diminun," bargained. "But slow down, fear is still hot."

Clarissa nodded, choosing to approach the warm tea and sipped a little as it was still too hot.

"Clarissa,,,"

"Call me Ica." He said, because he felt Marisa was a good enough person to be close to him.

"Can?" Clarissa nodded. "I'm horrified that call is only the closest person to you, meaning we deket dong?"

"Actually anyone can do it, just by chance they might not be comfortable calling it because it's not deket." Because the one who called Clarissa by her house name was only Kanya, while for the Son, Clarissa herself did not know since when the man called her very comfortably.

The door opened suddenly without a knock making him and Marisa both stared at the door.

"Sons..." Marisa stood up and approached the man, "why are you here?"

"sick."

"illness?" marisa's hand is attached to the Son's forehead and the other hand is attached to his forehead. "Now, that's it,"

"It's not a fever."

Marisa pulled her hand. "Keep, what's the pain?"

"It's hard to describe with words." Walking towards the bed where Clarissa was sitting, the man lay there. "You need tea."

"Okey." She looked at Clarissa. "For a while, Ica,"

"Yes,"

One room with the Son? even in one bed, his hands clenched and put on his chest. Her heart rate ticked faster, Clarissa did not dare to look let alone ask.

His eyes slowly widened, his bowed head instantly raised and gazed towards the door. How'this? his body froze as his hand that was his pedestal to sit on was suddenly touched by the Son.

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CLARISSA FATIYAH ADAMS

KANYA DEALOVA

DELISA ANDIRA

ALVINA ANGGRAENI

MEYSA ADELIA

MARISA BETHANY GERALDY