The Dear Love School

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❝He is rain, will not be able to guess his presence, sometimes his presence is needed, but sometimes also not wanted.❞

Roosevelt anindia adriana

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I smiled at the word, it was obvious and it was hard for sure that the person who sent the message was the senses, that cold man who would always interest me.

I replied with a smile that never stopped from my lips, rather I was very happy because I got a message from the senses. Well say I've been overdone for being too happy to get a message from the senses.

Roosevelt anindia A's.

[Okay, I'll save your no]

Roosevelt anindia A's.

[Not to worry, oh your jacket I'll return tomorrow]

I put my phone down after the notification that my message to my senses had been sent, walked to the bathroom to clean my body from the dust and also release the fatigue on this day by soaking in hot water, it must be calming.

***

I let out a long sigh, feeling bored with today, this afternoon I was in the school library, not to read books, rather to divert my mind from the senses back to its original nature, quiet and as if I don't recognize me.

I don't know, I feel weird about myself why I can keep thinking about things that are not necessarily thought by the senses. I've read 2 novels, and there's still left over on my desk, including a textbook. I have no taste today, actually yulan and chika invited me to go to the cafeteria, but I refused and ended up in this quiet library.

I look at the beautiful blue sky this afternoon, the sunlight is not too shining on the earth, but I like the air, not cold nor hot. My gaze turned to a brown paper bag of mine, which contained a jacket belonging to the senses.

Yes, as I said yesterday, that I will return this jacket to my senses, but I don't know when I can return it, while my own senses are moving away from me.

He is the rain, will not be able to guess his presence, sometimes his presence is needed, but sometimes also not wanted. But even so, I will always be grateful, because with her presence, my world seems to be colored.

"Are you here to read a book or daydream?"

I turned my head, took my eyes off the sky, and it turned out that the one sitting beside me was the rain, not only the rain but the stars.

I smiled faintly, with a gaze that did not shift from the senses, this man was perfect but why was he so hated by so many people.

"I was reading a book, just by chance drifting in the mind." I answered while justifying the strands of my hair that passed through my eyes.

"Do you like history?" Ask while taking the history book I brought, scrolling through each sheet, displaying old writing with various ancient languages that are difficult to understand.

"Yes, I like it." Not taking my eyes off the senses, he will always be the center of my attention, because honestly there is nothing less than the senses, he is handsome, he is kind, and he is considerate, at least that's the good attitude I've caught from the senses.

"Good... Never forget history, because the story is shaped by struggle. Including mass stories should always be remembered even if the plot is painful." I opened my eyes wide, what did I hear? I laughed softly.

"It's yours, thank you." I gave you a paper bag containing a jacket belonging to senses, "It's also yours, thank you." I smile at receiving a soft pink paper bag, which I believe contains my clothes.

I stood up with some books strewn across the table, though I managed to carry them all with me. "I'll go to the cafeteria, thanks again." I left my still senses not staring at me in the slightest.

Then I decided to walk with the book, I painstakingly began to return the books to their original place, and this was the last book, a history book with a thickness of 700 pages, it is full of stories and historical creatures.

I was standing in front of a special history bookshelf, I was confused because there were no stairs here, while I had to put this book on the top shelf, I looked around, it was quiet, it was so, the library guard might have come out to rest.

I let out a heavy sigh, with all my might trying to reach the top of the shelf, I was indeed too short to reach the top of it, but then I felt my body being lifted up by someone, I was writhing uncomfortably, until finally all I saw was the senses that were holding my body to reach the top of the closet.

"Come, save." Says senses that I can't clearly see his face, I shakily kept the book where it was, this is crazy what the senses are doing, he's carrying me?

After that the senses lowered me, making me again able to tread the floor even with a feeling of fog, because of the treatment of the senses earlier, oh come on who would not feel surprised if treated like that, if treated like that, by people who have strange properties such as senses.

I turned my body around, until I met the senses that were still behind me, I smiled faintly. "Thank you" I said, then left with the paper bag.

It's so crazy, I feel like my senses have a lot of things I don't know yet, he can be indifferent on one side and suddenly become a care on the other, if the senses continue to act like this, I don't know how long my heart will last.

Because I was too shocked, I walked in an unclear direction until I ended up in school, but I did not have time to think to come to this place, it was a coincidence that I was hungry too.

I was sitting at one of the empty tables, the cafeteria was quiet enough, because soon the hours of study will begin, it's okay I just want to drink to refresh the throat and also calm the mind.

I have ordered pop ice to the canteen mother who will soon be delivered by him, while waiting for my order to return daydreaming, senses akhhhh what is wrong with me? I can't stop thinking about that guy, does he have a double personality? His nature will always change at any time, and his nature makes me confused.

"The oca?" I gasped in shock, when suddenly someone patted me on the shoulder, made all my daydreams scatter, jeez who disturbed me when I was daydreaming.

I turned my head, if the one who patted me on the shoulder was a yulan or chika, I wanted to be angry because it interfered with my daydreaming time, but I was wrong, someone who was beside me was a man with an athletic body height, white face and brown hair.

Stunned for a while, I fixedly stared at the foot that was still standing behind me, deja vu I felt that way when I saw this man, I tried to remember if I had ever met him?

Until a memory flashed through my brain, he... This man is the man who took a beating on his senses yesterday while in the canteen, I glared then quickly blinked while keeping my body away from him, I was scared, honestly, the action that was done yesterday by him, he said, so inhumane, he beat someone mercilessly, I've claimed that the man sitting next to me has a mental illness, or maybe he's a psychopath... Well, maybe my guess is right.

"Hey? You're scared, why?" He said casually to me, I shook my head with a face that was probably already pale because of the cold sweat I felt on my temple.

"Oh come on, I'm not that scared, did you see me beat up yesterday in the cafeteria?" he asked with a very curious facial expression, I shook my head slowly, as if not knowing that yesterday I saw the beating action.

"Yes, you see it, I'm not that bad, my name is glen, I did the beating just for fun." Obviously, I was back glaring, he was crazy, he said that the thing he did yesterday was just for fun? What a stupid thing he said.

Before long I saw the canteen aunt delivering my drink, melting the gripping atmosphere between me and this man, what was her name? Oh yeah, glen.

"Your name is Roosevelt anindia adriana isn't it?" Ask again, which I answered with a small nod while justifying my sitting position and also with my condition that was not good.