The Back To 12Y.0

Chapters 23. Thanksgiving Event

"A-ar-arslan, what's wrong with you?"

Annisa just silently let herself be held tightly by Arslan. His feelings when happy when Arslan hugged himself. Annisa never imagined she would be so close to Arslan. All this time the girl can only steal a glance at Arslan, seeing every behavior Arslan that makes him fascinated. Arslan for him is like a very bright light and he can never reach. But at this moment the light enveloped him, and felt a warmth that made him forget that every day that Annisa lived was very cold and frozen.

Arslan who heard Annisa's voice very close to her ear immediately regained consciousness and let go of her embrace slowly. Arslan then wiped away the dripping tears, her eyes now reddened as she cried a little.

"Arslan why are you?". Annisa's birthday who looks worried because it looks like Arslan is crying. He doesn't know the reason behind it.

"gapapa. My eyes are glistening". Answer Arslan with origin.

"But…"

"Udah yuk, afternoon rush". Arslan said that immediately pulled Annisa's hand and invited her to leave immediately.

They both got on their bikes and pedaled him out of school. Arslan's behavior that embraced Annisa earlier made the whole school uproar. The students who were still there and saw the incident firsthand began to spread rumors if Arslan now had a relationship with Annisa. And when Arslan and Annisa come home together, they don't realize anyone else saw them both out of school and cycling together. The man looked inside his most recent 2004 Toyota Alphard, and in the car he stared at Arslan and Annisa who had gone far away. That person was a girl who was also a student of that school, she was Cleopatra Soedarma.

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It was a beautiful day for Annisa even though she was pedaling her bike during the day. The hot and scorching weather of the scorching sun like it never wiped away her sweet smile. How unhappy he was, today he went to his house with the man he idolized Arslan.

He looked slightly at Arslan, looking at him with a meaningful gaze. He also asked a question to eliminate awkwardness in situations like this.

"You're not hot Arslan?"

Arslan turned his head, looking at Annisa. "Of course it's hot". Answer with a smile

As always, Arslan is the type of guy who doesn't talk much like him. Think Annisa. He asked again, "So, why don't you wear a jacket? Not hot anymore gini ya"

Arslan only chuckled softly in response to Annisa. "It's just that the heat doesn't wear a jacket"

Annisa's mouth forms the letter O. Rightly he thought. Then he looked back at Arslan from head to toe, and asked again.

"I've never seen you wear a jacket from the beginning of school, but it's weird…"

"Weird why?". Arslan asked while raising an eyebrow, not understanding Annisa's question that said she was Strange.

"Ngga anyway". Annisa turned her gaze forward, and muttered a little who had no intention of asking. "Why is his skin still that white? even as white as wall paint. Reddened by the sun, not". It was a soft speech that Arslan did not hear.

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In his previous life, Arslan had never visited Annisa's house. He did not know if Annisa lived in a simple family like himself, but in a simple life like that buried a very dark story. Arslan simply shook his head slowly recalling the incident.

"Arslan, what did you send at the post office?". Annisa asked suddenly, who looked at Arslan as if she were daydreaming.

Arslan awakens from her daydream when she hears Annisa calling her. "Ah, it's nothing. Just sent my writing to the publisher"

"Publisher? What is that writing anyway?". Annisa asked who was still so curious.

Arslan just smiled wryly. A 12-year-old girl certainly does not know what a publisher and the like are. Novels are not too popular other than comics this year. So even if Arslan wants to explain, not necessarily Annisa will understand. Actually, Annisa is quite intelligent, but she does not know the world that is so vast outside of school life and her teens. Of course it would be very difficult for Annisa to understand the definition of such a complicated world of work.

"When I clear. I am pretty hungry now". Arslan said by showing the sweetest smile that can make the hearts of girls who see it beat fast. Including Annisa.

Glekk..

Annisa could only swallow her saliva when she looked at that smile. "Why am I now a nafsuan? I was a kid!". Inner says.

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In the restaurant it has presented dishes with various types placed on the table. Such as Chicken Opor, Yellow Rice, Telor bali seasoning, Sambal fries, Sambal tempe dried, Rendang, Soto chicken, Rawon meat, Chicken satay, and more.

It seems that this Thanksgiving event has been prepared so thoroughly, even the dishes can be eaten by several tens of people. Arslan only looked at him in amazement, probably because he was so hungry right now.

"Mah.. mama…?". Annisa sounded like she was calling her mother, because when they entered the restaurant, the atmosphere seemed to be that no one was there.

After several times Annisa called, a 38-year-old middle-aged woman came out from behind the curtain that connected to the back of the dining room. The woman has a beautiful face for the age of 38 years and a little wrinkles on the face. His long hair was left to decompose down, his height was about 150 centimeters with a thin body, his skin was as pure white as Annisa.

"Annisa? Have you come home, baby?". The woman said to Annisa with a cheerful look on her face.

"Yes ma. Mama's still busy?". Annisa asked who was curious why no one was in this restaurant.

"Ngga is dear. Mama went to the kitchen to prepare food for delivery to the neighbors.."

"Oh, that. But ma, why is there so much food here if mama also nyiapin to the neighbors?"

"And mama said you wanted to bring a schoolmate, so mama prepared a lot for your friends". Said the woman who looked behind Annisa, and only found a very handsome teenager. He did not see Annisa bringing along many of her friends.

"So, where are your friends, baby?"