The Romantic Story of a Loner High School Boy

Chapter 62: The Unusual Atmosphere

Morning on Sunday is a pleasure for the figure of Daffa, because he can freely do any activity as he pleases inside the house or outside the house, because both of his parents are currently going to the village where he used to live.

It should have been, but in fact the definition had to change completely for this week's day. In the end Daffa also had to accept that this day had finally happened as well, as in his mind in previous days.

Syifa never answered him, Daffa finally asked him once again. "Why did Phasa come here too?"

His eyeballs moved to the right-left of the irregular sign of Syifa who was very confused, his head slightly lowered with his brain who was looking for a reason. "I-it's... That's because the forced phase wants to come along..."

Before Daffa replied to his words, suddenly the sound of a table stomp sounded. Originally from Fasa, she was standing on a chair with a furious face staring at her brother. "Ih, sister Cifa lied! Phase is not so... Cifa's sister Cifa is-"

Strong wind just crashing, Syifa who looks nervous her hands reflexively closed the mouth of her sister who almost slipped. "Pst...! If you shut up, I'll buy you ice cream." His whisper very slowly.

"Es cream? Funny...!" The phase of jumping in the chair so happy.

"Es cream? Is Syifa bribing her own sister?" Daffa still did not understand what he meant.

With his face still looking dull, he looked at each other with Syifa. "Oh yeah I forgot about you, you took a shower first gih, smelled of tau." Syifa said it by closing her nostrils.

His words were very striking in Daffa, let alone his very blunt face staring at him. Patiently, Daffa lived this Sunday.

After bathing his face looked no longer dull, he was wearing a dark blue shirt stockpiled by a black sweater that he often used when out of the house.

Shortly after everything was neat, Daffa returned to the dining table. Syifa told her to sit down immediately when the host was actually Daffa. "Isn't that the host is me?"

Daffa sat down in front of Syifa and opposite to Fasa.

In front of his eyes were available two dishes in the form of a food box. The color is different, one is pink and the other is blue, Daffa was told by Syifa to choose one of the two food boxes. "Why should you choose? It's just a different color..." Ask Daffa with ease.

Without a second thought, Daffa's hand immediately moved to take one of them.

"Of those two boxes there's one that I made myself..." Say Syifa timidly.

Spontaneous his hand stopped halfway, and Daffa undoed his intention to take it without thinking. "Don't be a game too..."

"Ever... Uh!" Syifa smiled widely while waiting for an answer from Daffa.

His mind was filled with prolonged suspicion. And to make it strange again, Daffa saw the Phase that reacted without sound as if he was giving a code, he shook his head repeatedly while raising his fingers that formed a cross.

"Why is such a phase preventing me, huh? Is there poison in it?! I hope it's just my mind..." Daffa muttered in his heart.

"Kelamaan... Mending you choose pink, seriously..."

Because it was too long waiting for him, Syifa also happily suggested to Daffa to choose a box that is pink.

But it even made Daffa more confused, he always corrected every way of his mind. "When you look at the color... Syifa will be in pink, and earlier she also suggested pink. But remember, she's Syifa... He might not be so outspoken. So, he must have deliberately suggested the pink color so that I choose the blue color, meaning I have to choose the non-made, which is pink!"

Without lingering Daffa immediately took the pink food box and directly turned it over. Daffa was so confident that he chose a box that read Syifa behind it. "What is true...? These yours? "

"Yup you really are, you are really good at following me, hihihi..." Syifa gave a small laugh followed by her sister who followed her laugh.

Syifa smiled broadly at Daffa, but she felt that Daffa was very unpleasant to her. "No, I've made him tired of being special to you... Well, now eat, we'll eat together."

Syifa also had a phase, feeling very happy when opening food with her sister. They were really like big sister who got along very well in the eyes of Daffa.

While Daffa, he was still dumbfounded as if he did nothing just to pay attention to each of their movements. Daffa was very touched when he saw them, his mood was very different from before, so he was so tight he was increasingly not sure what the real feeling was now in it. "Eh, really. Kok... Very quaint... This is so weird... Why does this look like a real family?"

Syifa who had helped take out the box of supplies belonging to Fasa, he then turned around. His eyes narrowed when he saw Daffa. "It hasn't been eaten yet...?"

Daffa instantly realized. "Eh, yes. I want to eat this."

Daffa took a spoon, he was eager to turn his bad feelings into the opposite. "Let's just a meal, whatever the food will taste good if you're hungry." He strengthens himself.

When Daffa opened his food box, his bad feelings disappeared instantly. "Whether it's a coincidence or not..."

The box was filled with brown rice grains with a topping of round sausage cuts, plus a long noodle. It was exactly with Daffa's favorite food, fried rice, so he could not hold his hunger for too long. "It must be the mother who told him."

A full spoon was already in front of his eyes, now there were no more words to doubt him. Daffa devoured, chewed and felt the food slowly. "Not bad either, than having to eat homemade omelet."

"B-b-how does it feel..?" Syifa looked extremely nervous, her face full of hope with the answer Daffa said.

"Well... Not bad," answered Daffa calmly as he took a second bribe.

His face was very happy to hear that, In his heart Syifa felt unrelenting excitement. "T-accept... Love..."

"But it tastes salty" Daffa continued his words.

"Ohuk!" Syifa's sense of pleasure seemed to decline when she heard the outspoken comments from Daffa. "Eh... And I sowed the salt only three times, and it was my own hands." He murmured inwardly while smiling to himself.

Daffa who was focused on devouring his food, he was suddenly visited by Fasa. Apparently Fasa's sister was very curious about the taste of the food that her brother made, to the point that she was narrowed between Daffa. "Sir Daffa, Brother Daffa! Phases also want dong..."

"Want phase? Here, take it..."

Daffa allowed it, after which Fasa immediately took his spoon. Fasa tasted it in earnest. "It... It's not like it's made by sister Cifa, it's supposed to be made by sister Cifa but it doesn't taste good."

"Nice?" Daffa's face was full of question marks.

Fasa's sister sat back in her place. "Yes, must you really learn to make it well, sister Cifa?"

Syifa was reluctant to look at Daffa or Fasa, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment. "E-eh, no, it just happens to taste different." He tried to avoid the Phase's question.

"So much boong..."

While Daffa had always noticed the movements of the two of them, even though he was filling his stomach. "Oh, so that's why she fell asleep in my room..." Daffa muttered in his heart.

Seriate....