The Romantic Story of a Loner High School Boy

Chapter 93: Expressing Various Opinions

"We're fellow rice eaters, and you're still asking about it?"

"You mean, rice?"

"Well, my answer is always right." Firmly Daffa.

Syifa raised her hand, her fingers crossed in the opposite direction, then she said. "Wrong!" It was very close to Daffa's ears.

"What's? Don't yell near my ear." Complaints Daffa.

"Wrong, not rice." Syifa again.

"Wrongly? Is that true? Syifa, you just said it was your favorite food, not your favorite food. What don't-don't ... You think those two things have the same meaning? It's obviously different!"

"Huh?" A puzzling reaction appeared on Syifa's face.

"So you don't know the difference between the two, do you? Here and there, I'll explain the difference between favorites and likes in my opinion—" Daffa pretends to be pretentious, just like a scholar.

Syifa's hand suddenly closed tightly to Daffa's mouth, so that she could not continue her words smoothly again. "Oh, that. I get it." Her speech.

Syifa then pulled back her hand. Meanwhile, Daffa who felt something was stuck in his mouth, he immediately rubbed it repeatedly.

"Understanding what?" Daffa did not believe him.

Syifa snorted in annoyance first. "Huh ... I've understood, you'd want to say that our favorite word is more often used, while liking is more about our own interests."

Daffa suddenly stopped, he was like a statue in a moment. Daffa lowered his hand. "Tumben once you get it straight to my point."

"Huh? I always understood it first."

"New feeling this time."

"No! Too often!" Syifa did not want to lose.

"Yes, yeah."

Daffa relented, he remained silent, but it was only for a moment. Without saying much, Daffa stepped on his feet and walked through Syifa, but he was immediately blocked by Syifa.

"Where are you going?"

"To the toilet."

Syifa pulled Daffa's hand. "Eits-eits, there's one more."

"What's what?" Daffa pretended to forget.

"That's loh ... The time you forgot." Syifa disguised herself, she laughed at herself in her heart.

"Ohh ... That's. You mean someone who's the most special to you?" When he said that, Daffa's head stuck up.

"Yes-yes, that!" Syifa nodded her head, her face as if overjoyed.

"Ehmc ... Wait a minute." Daffa lowered his head again.

Syifa looked at Daffa's face, smiling magnificently with her eyes flickering expecting something from him. Apparently Syifa was more looking forward and expecting this one answer compared to the others.

Daffa thought for a moment, his eyes closed imagining himself as Syifa.

A few moments later, Daffa opened his eyes again and widened.

"Someone who gave birth to you, Mother."

Syifa shook her head. "Other than my mother."

"Someone who supports you, Father."

"I mean besides my parents." Syifa blamed him again.

"Oh, hmm ... Meaning sister? Phases."

"Bgf ... "

Syifa took a deep breath, she was grim when she heard the answer from Daffa for the third time, because the answer was always wrong in her view.

As a result it made him feel annoyed when he saw the face of Daffa who looked back and forth in the other direction.

Syifa also expressed her annoyance as she puffed her cheeks at Daffa.

"Rubber, right?" Daffa lightly said so.

"No! Wasn't it! No!" Three times Syifa said the same word so loudly.

"If not your sister, who else?"

When the moment of the peak of his emotions Syifa, suddenly his head immediately cooled after hearing the words of Daffa that were very relevant to him.

"Who?" Daffa asked again.

"E–eh, e—eh ... " Syifa's small and indistinct voice came from Syifa's mouth.

As soon as Syifa stammered, her face flushed red when asked by Daffa. Panic, confusion, and thumping he felt.

"A—a–a ... " His voice was disjointed like an unstable network.

Reheating again, Syifa's face turned red as she was burdened by a word that was eager to be thrown from her mouth.

"Me?" Daffa tried to understand it.

Syifa tried several times, but she always failed. His words were so heavy for him that he could not get out.

"A—aku ... Very ... M—men ... "

"Huh? Whahuh? Not sure, try repeating?" Daffa tried to bring his ears closer to Syifa, because it was not clear Syifa's voice was heard in his ears.

"I am very m—men ... M—men ... "

"Huh? Repeat?" His ears were even closer, Daffa was very confused.

"I hate you so much!"

THE PLAQUE!

His voice was quite loud, at the same time, Syifa raised her hand right towards the nearest part of Daffa's cheek.

Daffa groaned in pain, and he immediately grabbed hold of the cheek slapped by Syifa. "Atch! Why did you even slap me? Am I wrong?"

"Eh, sorry-sorry!? I didn't mean it, are you okay?"

"Nonce inadvertently your eyes." Inner Daffa, rubbing his face with a towel held by him.

Daffa snorted while looking at Syifa's narrow-mindedness, as if he was annoyed by what Syifa had done to him just now.

Taps, tap,

Not long after, Daffa stepped on his right foot first, apparently he was about to walk through Syifa. "Yes, whatever you want."

Seeing that, Syifa seemed to immediately try to block him, by holding and then pulling his hand, but Daffa did not want to stop and keep his feet slowly. "Daffa, wait a minute."

"You sulking? Getting angry? Come on, I'm so sorry." Ask Syifa.

"Do I look like that?"

"Dad, your face showed more than that."

"My face is like this, but believe me I'm okay, so don't follow me mulu."

"Ah, time anyway ... But wait a minute, where are you in a hurry, anyway?"

"Did you not see? It's just me who hasn't changed."

"Oh, that. But stop first."

"Don't want to." Daffa refused, but he spoke without looking Syifa in the eye.

"Please ... Just stop."

"If you want to talk, just talk directly,"

"Can't, it's too close to—" Syifa hanged his words.

"Too close to what?" From there Daffa saw his friends Syifa and he immediately realized it.

"Emm, that's why we're sitting there again first." Pinta Syifa pointed in the direction of the place.

"No, after I change."

Syifa continued to follow him walking by the pool, he seemed to be clinging to Daffa's hands until now, even the pull was getting stronger again. "Ih, you're mah ... ! Please."

Eventually Syifa decided to withdraw Daffa's hand. "Ber-hen-ti ... !"

But Daffa did not want to lose, he still looked straight ahead while stepping his feet.

His hand was released, Syifa was not even strong himself, because Daffa's hand was too strong to hold it when pulled by him.

At that time, Syifa was very clumsy. Because it was not strong, he was thrown backwards. "Eh."

both of his legs stepped back by themselves. Syifa did not wear shoes or sandals, at that time he immediately realized, if the floor by the pool was very slippery.

Punt,

Punt,

Punt.

His voice was quite noisy, it felt cold, but his heart was very hot, as he was in a state of panic.

His face was gaping, his legs were retracing back quickly, Syifa could not control his legs well.

One day, one of his feet slipped backwards. "Eh, isn't this bad?!" His mind, with his heart racing.

Until in the next second, he was already right in the line closest to the pool.

"H, Aaaaahh ... ! Daf—"

BYURR!

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