The Lovely One's

Chapter 25: For You

The next day, Starla was very tense going to school, afraid her friends did not like the results of her work with Andre and Thunder, fearing that her friends would not like her work, Ayu did praise him but the standards of people vary especially the picture they choose is different from the results of the meeting on Saturday.

Starla also did not pass through the field that he usually passed to cut time, preferring to pass the 3rd and 1st classes were in the middle flanked by the 3rd and 1st classes, respectively, he also wanted to see another class.

Starla first passed the 3rd class IPA, she became reminded of Gea and Ferdian's quarrel yesterday, she had sent a message to Gea, only to be replied no matter what the rest did not reply again. He plans to ask later.

Starla swears that if Ferdian offends Gea, she will give the young man a lesson Ferdian will never forget.

"Oh..." Starla was fascinated to see how good the picture on the walls of the IPA class, most of the daily scenery images, some use the word satire of the present that is increasingly concerning. Now that he reached the row of class 3 IPS, his heartbeat began to pound quickly, he glanced at class 3 IPS 1 and was fascinated again to see the picture of flowers accompanied by leaves to enliven, then to IPS 2, and then to IPS 2, same wearing flower theme too, then to IPS 3 more flowers!? He raised his eyebrows. "I think every major is peeking at the idea.." he murmured. Until he finally arrived at Aozora's class. "Well come on," he muttered disappointed when he found out the class was closed by the curtain.

Ayu did say yesterday the problem was just that he did not expect even the morning was closed, he hoped not yet.

Starla also could not see inside because the door of her class was closed, so she could not see Aozora whether it had arrived or not because they had not one bus.

Starla exhaled in a lethargic breath, and stepped her feet without any interest in seeing the work of another class.

'My early morning strands are ugly, may the afternoon be a little better.' Starla said in her heart.

Starla finally reached the 2nd grade of IPS 3, her class was next to her, she stopped there to prepare herself, but a pat on her shoulder shocked her.

"Yo, good job, Princess" said Iqbal.

"Iqbal!?"

"Who else?" ask Iqbal. "Well, we're not familiar, but thanks to your hard work on the squeeze of money, this class of ours was saved."

"Oh," one compliment, one extra positive; Starla forgot that Iqbal yesterday went straight home after painting the base of the wall.

"Hm, don't tell me you're scared?" Iqbal said after paying enough attention to Starla's behavior.

Starla did not answer; was her face so predictable?

"Oh La, we're not that bad. You, Andre and Thunder have fought our times to protest?" the word Iqbal means to entertain.

"Really?" Starla is still unsure.

Iqbal nodded. "You can come with me inside if you want."

Starla was flattered that Iqbal would accompany her and it was also strange why the young man would defend her. "Why do you want to help?"

Iqbal was surprised for a moment before relaxing again. "I help as a friend" and he glanced at Starla from the top and down. "Hm, you're beautiful, but I'm not interested in you" she said casually.

Starla narrowed her eyes in annoyance; who would want to be with a brat like Iqbal? Asked what answer. "We're together."

Iqbal nodded, and walked followed by Starla beside him.

While on the road, Starla plays her finger nervously.

"Yo, man! Good morning!" Iqbal said hello as soon as he entered the classroom. "Our star has come."

The star?

Starla peeked inside a little, the bench and table were neatly arranged as before, the blackboard was also already hanging on the wall; she was nervous to see her friend was already inside all but Gea. He also ventured to take one small step inward, there was no talk, he continued, two steps, nothing, he was more courageous to take another step, he continued, but her body was tightly hugged by Luna.

"I'm proud of you, La." said Luna as she tightened her arms.

"Me?" Starla said innocently.

Luna released her embrace, hitting Starla's shoulder playfully. "of course! You guys work all day, the results are great too!" shouts spirit.

Before Starla could answer already to her other friend.

"Good work, La."

"The three of you are great."

"Good make the size of the High School boy..."

Starla initially distrusted the praise from her friends, blushing shyly while playing her shoes. "Thank you, I can't do this without Thunder and Andre!" shouts spirit.

Everybody nodded.

"I'm sure our class won!"

"Yes!"

Starla's spirit rose to hear it, even while sitting on her stool, she was still smiling considering the praise and how positive her friend was regarding the result with Thunder and Andre. "Oh," he remembered something.

Starla can think positively after receiving praise from her friend, something she had not heard for a long time until when she felt again praised by our work, it feels so good that it makes us want to make another work...

Starla looked down at her hands, in her eyes now her hands were not fear but hope...

After three years, Starla is again proud of her love of drawing...

***

As the break goes, Starla intends to find Aozora to thank, but she cannot find even Lala. Already searched everywhere, he was a little suspicious whether they ate together in a secret place he did not know?

Aozora and Lala were good friends, so good that yesterday she was ignored...

Despondent.

Starla gives up looking for Aozora, by chance she brings her sketchbook from home because all night she can't draw because her hand hurts.

Starla is looking for a strategic place, there is no way she draws in class too noisy despite the praise, it will still be difficult to concentrate. A gazebo is also impossible, the place is public, many people pass by. The last choice of library.

Starla took the necessities, she immediately rushed to the library room which fortunately was close to her class, as expected the conditions there were quiet there were only officers.

Starla chose the seat at the very back of course, but before that, it was, he was looking for a textbook large enough to cover at least the person who might later read or pass by beside him could not see the picture.

Starla looks for the right books, history, geography, art, then laughs bitterly.

How sad.

Libraries that have a lot of knowledge like this no one visits.

"Including me," he muttered, his eyes fixed on the history books of the heroes, the books that Aozora was interested in, he opened them. "Ah," he forgot the history books are mostly written and it's boring, novels are also written but not about history but love stories. "I haven't read Sweet Revenge yet." she lamented, her eyes involuntarily glanced beside her and were surprised that Aozora was there. "Sir Ao—" before he could finish, his mouth was closed by Aozora.

Huh uh?

"Don't be noisy." whispered Aozora warning.

Starla nodded, almost yelling thankfully Aozora stopped herself.

Aozora lowered her hand from Starla's mouth finally.

Starla herself used to see Aozora's face that was still close to her, the young man's eye bags became increasingly visible and even began to look dark circles, although it did not affect Aozora's good looks too much.

'What am I thinking?'

Aozora is ready to go.

"Oh," Starla recalled. "Sir, thank you for recommending me to my friend" he said slowly so as not to be reprimanded by the officer.

"Yes," Aozora answered briefly.

Starla felt something strange, she knew Aozora was tired, but why did the young man's words get colder to her? What harm? "I also decided to try sending my comics to publishers."

"Good," Aozora replied briefly, her face showing no enthusiasm at all.

Starla who saw Aozora was about to leave immediately caught the young man's hand. "There's something else I want to talk about" he whispered in embarrassment.

Aozora exhaled. "What?" although it sounded cold, he did not release Starla's hand from his.

Starla smiled slightly, releasing her hand to put the history book in Aozora's hand. "Here, you like to read the history of the hero, I just happened to find him" he said shyly.

Aozora glanced at the book in her hand then Starla's sparkling face as if proud of her words. He bowed. "Why are you so hard to get rid of? My heart has trouble letting you go..."

"Huh?" Starla tilted her head, she felt Aozora say something, but could not hear it. "Son't you say anything?"

Aozora shook her head, before then she stepped closer to Starla.

Starla, who felt Aozora approaching, stepped back, but her back came into contact with the wall. "Huh—?"

What the hell's going on? There's no way Aozora's gonna do a no-no at the library?

Starla wants to think positively but the bookshelves that surround them and this most corner shelf makes the officers unable to see them.

'What should I do?'

Aozora who saw panic was seen on Starla's face, a small grin. "Starla-san.." she whispered softly as she placed her hand on the side of the girl's head. "If I say I love you, how?"

Starla's brown eyes widened.