The Indigo Love Story

Part 2

"Steach say? Oh my goodness, Naumi. He's a school idol, not all of his admirers are as lucky as you..." Clara is still protesting. I think we're debating something unimportant.

I just kept quiet, confused as to what to answer.

Clara's eyeballs point to the roof ceiling in the school hallway. I think his fantasy is playing again.

"Hmm. he's so handsome..."

"Handsome is relative, Ra. Usually handsome men have many women in their lives." I interrupted. Clara stopped her steps, maybe she disagreed with what I said.

"Listen, that Alfath has no lover, not even a single woman in this school who holds the title as his ex. Since his move to our school since 1 year ago, he has always been the hottest topic among female students, he is friendly and well mannered, his heart is also handsome".

"According to rumors, many women who are determined to express love to Alfath. None of them were chosen...

Wonder what kind of woman he wants." Clara's cheeks blushed, her eyes back on the roof ceiling in the hallway. I don't know what he imagined.

He said Alfath is a transfer student from the international standard High School, not just anyone can go to school there.

But somehow he chose to move to this school of his own accord. The school has lower accreditation than its former school.

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It's the second bad moment after being in the canteen. After being the center of attention and a little disturbing our meal time, we now have to pass socialite classes. Through the trials of the world that is in front of me. They are outside the class. The lesson hour bell has not yet sounded.

I lowered my head, inserted a strand of my long hair into the back of my ear, trying to protect myself from making eye contact with them. This time their view is not to judge the brand or price, but rather the view that assesses the person's level. They whispered to each other making me feel cornered here. It makes me feel like I'm not comparable to those who have the body and face of an advertising model.

This is because of the incident just now. They're paparazzi, gossip at this school circulates so quickly, especially everything related to the Alfath.

The clock bell came home from the small speakers in front of each class, finally the biology lesson was over. Lessons that I think are boring. 2 hours of lessons felt all day long, especially the teacher who is not excited. Plus the hot weather makes the atmosphere far from relaxed. The sound of the bell is like a savior when there are no clouds blocking the sun so that the heat does not penetrate the gravity of the earth.

Finally, I exhaled, impatiently wanting to get out of this class, exit the gate and go to the stop to wait for the bus. I tidied up my books, put them in a backpack.

The excited faces I found in this class, were described from their faces, my classmates, obviously, how not? This is the moment most liked by students in this school, in other schools, or in any hemisphere.

There was a vibration in my ear cavity, a foreign sound I heard again. Not the sound of the echo like this morning, but like the sound of splashing leaves due to the strong wind. A voice that feels distant but is getting closer and clearer. I tried to focus my hearing, look around me, look for where the sound came from.

There was no, and no way, his voice was too close. Oh my God what happened...

I'm not gonna tell Clara, I'm not sure she's gonna believe me.

The weather was so hot, my eyes slowly twitched, I don't know what Clara was talking about I can't take it well. If it were a flag ceremony, I might have fainted. The past students make me more dizzy.

"Mi, it's ka Alfath." I finally got to hear Clara say.

Alfath's? He came back to report to me about the idol, about Alfath's whereabouts.

I cornered my gaze at the male student who was about 1 fatom away from me, about 16 feet or 1.8 meters away. Yeah, that's Alfath. Being seen talking to someone, a 10th grader, can be seen from the emblem on her shirt. His height is equivalent to the neck of the Alfath. Seen carrying a thin notebook and a balpoin in his hand.

I sped up my steps to get to the gate, pulled over on the side of the basketball court. Somehow my gaze was wasted on him when I was a few feet away from him. He was sweating like a person who had just reached the finish line of a marathon run.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry, maybe next time..." Alfath ran hurriedly away from the basketball court, leaving the student behind. He ran towards the parking lot. I don't know what needs he was in such a hurry. Why after seeing me, he spontaneously dodged. It felt like something was taking a sip on my chest, or maybe he was away because of the incident in the cafeteria earlier. Avoiding the rumors that have been widely circulated. Or just a coincidence.

"Mi, my driver is waiting in front, you want to come with me? I'll take you home..." Clara's offer made me feel cared for. "Next time, Ra. Our house isn't in the same direction, I don't want to bother..." I refused in a subtle way. The streets are often jammed when the clock comes home from school, I'm afraid Clara will be stuck in traffic after driving me.

"Yes, I've been, yes, you should be careful." I invited him to the red-hearted chevrolet parked there. Their private car belongs to their family. Clara waved at me and disappeared behind the gate.

So many passengers today, I didn't get a seat. I was forced to stand by holding on to one of the hanging passenger-handle bracelets. While enduring the overwhelming drowsiness, I held my body position so as not to limp or fall because of the condition of passengers who are very sharp.

The nausea was starting to feel bad in my stomach. Smells unpleasant odors, plus cigarette smoke from other passengers. Next to where I was standing, a middle-aged man with a thick mustache almost covered the limit of his upper lip had already consumed 2 cigarettes. Human selfishness, he should not smoke in this atmosphere, especially behind him there is a baby who is about 10 months old.

The bus stopped at the next stop. I smiled with relief, my suffering in this bus is coming to an end.

"Here, Bang, the money..." I'm handing over the money to Kernet. "Thank you.." the kernet replied softly and so kindly.

I sighed, letting the bus leave the stop where I was standing. Actually, I could have gone home and gone to school and been picked up by papa. I-i refused. For me everything that can be done alone, as much as possible does not bother others. Moreover, my father works, and will interfere with his work time if you have to pick me up after school.