The Handsome Ice Boy

Vivid And Clear

The day changed does not feel like one day a basketball game is held. Now Vino parked his motorbike in the courtyard of the mansion in front of him was none other than his girl's residence.

"You go home, you must be tired" said Fiza while removing the helmet clasp assisted by Vino.

"Excuse the story,"

"It's not like that, but tomorrow's big brother's up."

"Yes-yes."

Cup

Vino kisses her hand, then puts it on Fiza's cheek. As already given the spell Fiza's cheek immediately blushed, but hurriedly the girl turned her body, so Vino did not see. But the young man was sure, right now Fiza's face was flushed like a tomato. So Vino immediately drove the red guy away from there.

"So, it's not clear" murmured Fiza then she revealed a sweet smile. Fiza entered her house with a sweet smile.

"Bucin.." One word to Vino and Fiza of Reza. The young man stood at the door by playing his fingernails and still perched on his back.

"Iri said brother!" his sahut is flat.

"I'm envious, why am I envious?"

"Jombo!" said Fiza then sauntered up to leave Reza who had been shrouded annoyed to hear the sneer of Fiza.

"Eh singles are my own choice, I don't need a boyfriend, my reality is single happy. It's a bucin!" sulk Reza snorted in annoyance. However, she was also happy to see her best friend and sister happy.

Without him realizing there was a girl behind Reza. Flat, that's what he showed. Somehow he became jealous seeing the brother-sister's familiarity, what made him jealous? Not jealous but envious. And also the word that Reza just said that the reality of her single happy, she was a little unwilling.

"Mita, man,"

Well Mita the tomboyish girl who has kept the taste to Reza, whether since when the feeling grew Mita did not know. "Gue wants to nyusulin Fiza" Mita immediately walked so quickly. Reza looked at Mita who was further away, looking at Mita's back in a daze. Did he hear the words coming out of his lips?

Mita knocked on the door of Fiza's room but there was no reply from the owner, he had repeatedly pushed her, still she did not get a cry.

"ARRRGGGHHHHH" Fiza's voice shouted.

"Fiza!" With lightning fast, Mita turned the doorknob watching Fiza who was groaning in pain while holding her head sitting on the edge of the bed column.

"Here I help you" a 4-year-old boy offered help, extending a hand intent on helping little Nafiza stand up. With a smile showing.

"Know, my name is Aril Giovanno Putra, call me Aril." Still giggling, the little boy introduced who he was.

"Aril," he murmured then squinted his eyes at the shadow in his mind that shadow was faintly seen by him. No, just the little man's face was vague.

"*This is for you"

"Thank you Gio*" Fiza took the gulali that Aril had sent to her, and they sat sweetly in the middle of the city park.

However, it was obvious that Fiza was looking at him. And Fiza was eavesdropping on the boy.

"Gue remember"

"Well what?"

"The city park"

The flashback

Fiza walks down the corridor to the parking lot waiting for Vino to change clothes in the basketball locker room. Soon she looked over, because someone called her.

"What's ril?" ask Fiza astonished.

"Gue wants to take you to the national library near the city park, you want to?" ask him directly to the point.

City park, city park,

"National library?"

"Yes you don't want to" he said enthusiastically when he saw Fiza looking happy.

"Can! But tomorrow Reza is the same as Vino, so I can't. Next time, what's wrong?"

"It's ok, next time. Yaudah I unplug first" Aril walked quickly to his parked motorcycle with a state of disappointment.

Flashback off

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