The Romantic Story of a Loner High School Boy

Chapter 92: Guessing

Daffa looked at Syifa. "Syifa, you have to answer. Otherwise—"

"If not, why?" Syifa interrupted him immediately.

"If not, I'll just pull my hand out."

Syifa glanced with a pouting face. "God ... That's called cheating."

"So, who do you think you are?" Daffa asked back.

"Hm ... " Syifa held her chin, she thought for a moment before saying her opinion.

"Yes, then ... I choose boys."

"You mean Ridho and Farrel? Reason why?"

"Dad, but I don't have a reason. Emm, maybe because guys are stronger than girls?"

Daffa's gaze returned to the front, he snorted in disappointment with his answer. "Huh, that's right ... Guys are stronger than girls. But yes, the important thing is that you have answered and thank you for the answer."

Syifa looked at Daffa, she felt bad after hearing his words. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disappoint you. They've been my friends since I was a kid, so I just made up."

"Quiet, I just wanted to hear your opinion, really."

Daffa suddenly smiled faintly, it was clearly seen by Syifa. "I didn't tell you to apologize either. The problem ... I already know who that guy is."

Both of her eyes were shiny, Syifa was stunned to see it along with her mood becoming moved.

"Republica ... " Call Daffa.

"Syifa, you don't want to know, do you? Who's that guy about?"

Syifa was a little surprised when she heard his voice, she also realized. "Eh, sorry-sorry. Who's that?" He asked, rubbing his face a little.

Daffa answered him immediately. "Consecret. Actually it is also uncertain, I just guessed it with my mind. If I'm sure, I'll tell you."

In his heart, Daffa deliberately lured him to say that. "Haha, he'll definitely upset—"

Syifa suddenly rested her head on Daffa's shoulders. He closed his eyes with a sweet smile.

"You're not angry?"

Syifa then opened her eyes slowly, she suddenly laughed to herself. "Hm? Why am I angry? Even I'm so happy to see you trying so hard to help me."

As if Daffa was silent and speechless, Syifa's words were very effective in Daffa. He whose intention is to work on it, gets turned back.

Daffa inhaled a breath, he felt a very fragrant smell enter his nose.

After inhaling it, Daffa suddenly instantly turned his gaze the other way with his trembling head.

"I–ini so bad, I swear this is a danger once ... Seriously dah, smells really good. That's it, so close!" Inner thrashing.

Holding back the screams of his heart, Daffa now breathes not through his nose anymore, but through his mouth slowly. "Eh, wait a minute ... " Daffa thinks of something.

Daffa raised one of his hands, then pressed tightly against his own left chest. "Why ... Why am I this happy?! I used to not be like this ... He just rested his head. I should have been normal, right?!"

Instantly the trembling feeling within him, disappeared without a trace. It seemed that Daffa had become calmer and more relaxed.

Daffa turned back towards him. "Syifa, can you shift a little? My shoulder is starting to hurt—"

"Bgf ... " Syifa cut her words. "I also have a question for you."

"It's not horrified." Daffa Mumbles.

"Yes, this time I'll hear you all right. So what do you want?"

"Seriously, huh?"

Daffa grunts. "Yes." Yeah."

"T–to be sure besides your mother, the point is a special woman in your heart." Imbuh Syifa, her cheeks flushed on their own when she said it.

Daffa was stunned for a moment after hearing it. His brain was confused and was circling around looking for answers.

"Ah, maybe ... There's nothing." Daffa replied late.

"Oh, I guessed. Hiya ... "

"Haihi ... !" Syifa laughed off.

Syifa hardened her own laughter for a long time, causing Daffa to be astonished to see her.

"Syifa, you're still healthy, right?"

Hearing Daffa's words made Syifa give up her laughter. "Oh, sorry-sorry ... I don't know why, that sounds so funny."

"That's not funny at all, weh." Mumbled Daffa in the heart."

"Oh, yes. By the way, you don't want to ask about me, do you?" Ask Syifa.

"meaning?"

"Yes like ... What is my hobby, my favorite color, my favorite food, or maybe it can be ... The most special person in my heart."

"I guess, he must be curious by now. Hehe." Shifa muttered.

But Daffa responded to him mediocrely. "Why do I ask like that? Anyway, I also already know the answer to that all from looking at your life habits."

"Eh, what is it? Try to answer one by one. If you're wrong, you'll have to accept the punishment." Say Syifa with a heavy tone. His eyes narrowed, because he did not believe in Dafa.

"Yes no punishment either, oh." Complaints Daffa.

"Son, I want it to be there. Wlee ... " Syifa pitched towards Daffa with a displeased face.

Daffa grunts. "Oh my goodness, this is a child. Well, it's up to you, after all I'm a hundred percent confident, if my answer will be all right." He smiled because he was so confident.

"So?"

"Okeh, first your hobby. Judging from your exercise activities, you must have known, if your hobby is swimming or singing ... Right, guys? If in addition to swimming, you also enter the chorus? Hmm, maybe there's more. You also often post your photos on social media, which is likely you are also a hobby of taking pictures."

Syifa glanced at Daffa, she had a one-time head for him. "Yes ... That's right, even though I still have other hobbies besides that. But it's okay, I congratulate you on the first answer."

"Eh, it's true anyway, if you're a hobby of taking pictures?" Daffa shook his head.

Syifa looked at him. "Yes, why? Than you, his hobbies are game-playing."

"Hey, I'm not a hobby-game. Just so you know well, I only play games when there's free time."

"Yes ... I believe in aja. Continue on?"

Not long after, Daffa continued his answer. "If your favorite color is easy, surely all students already know yes ... "

"Ah, is that right?"

Daffa pointed towards his clothes Syifa. "Look, you're wearing pink. Before that I also often see you who wear clothes of that color. So it's not wrong, if your favorite color is pink."

"Huh .. why most women prefer pink, when the color is very striking in the eyes." Its effects.

Syifa took a breath, the answer was not what she expected.

"Yes ... True again, when I expected otherwise. But, there are also women who like colors other than pink you know."

"So, what's my favorite food?" With his narrow gaze.

Again Daffa breathed through his mouth. "Huh ... "

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