The Romantic Story of a Loner High School Boy

Chapter 95: Eyes That Move On Their Own

So cold, silent, and conducive to the current atmosphere.

there were only two voices heard in his ears.

Insects that can make a sound so distilled, and the other, the sound of the knocking of the wall clock that greatly disturbs him, because at any moment can shake his heart.

At night, Daffa was sitting on a sofa, his head looking up at the roof of the house.

In his house there was only himself, because both his parents were going out of the house.

Daffa occasionally looked at the wall clock, then turned toward the clock attached to his hand.

Unlike usual Daffa wearing a watch, but not only this time he wore it, because the watch has been around since Daffa was still sitting on the bench of Junior High School.

Sitting leisurely, Daffa was currently gathering his intention to go to Vira's house.

Although the current situation Daffa is lazy to move, but he has finished wearing plain black-black clothes. He likes an unobtrusive color.

His mind was being confused by two options, willing to ask for their help by calling him what Ridho and Farrel said, or having to go there alone without their help.

"But I don't really know the direction of the road!" Muttering Daffa, that was what made him hesitant to make a decision.

It was already 19:47 and Daffa was still confused in the same place.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

Suddenly it sounded quite loud the sound of knocking on the door from outside many times.

"Have you gone home?" Daffa Mumbles.

While carrying his phone, Daffa got up from his seat, walking towards the door.

Daffa dreamed that it was his mother who had returned home, he quickly arrived at the door.

"Mother? ... " She said.

But when Daffa opened the door, he was a little surprised to see it, because it was not a mother he saw, but Syifa who had unbeknownst to him came here a second time.

"Assalamu'alaikum ... "

"Wa'alaikumussalam ... " Daffa said it with a stupefied face.

"I'm not your mother ... " Syifa said, her cynical eyes staring at Daffa.

"Ah, I know that ... "

Daffa stopped in the middle of the conversation, the two of them looked at each other, staring. One was astonished, the other was surly.

"Eh, more importantly, why are you secretly here again?!" Daffa looked around Syifa. "And now you're here by yourself? Not accompanied by anyone?"

"Dad, a hundred for you." Answer Syifa briefly.

Once again Daffa saw the situation around his house, then he suddenly pulled Syifa's arm into his house.

Syifa was also talkative because she was so shocked. "Aw! Uh, uh, why suddenly ... "

Daffa locked the door tightly, so that no one could open it from the outside, and they were both locked inside the house.

" ... Pull me?" Syifa asked slowly.

But when he saw that the door was locked by Daffa, his voice became loud. "Eh, the door's locked? Why is the door locked?! ... "

"Why? Yes, because so that you will not be seen by my parents," Daffa replied explaining it, but instead making Syifa confused.

Syifa became stiff like a statue, instantly her face became panicked, panicked at the thought of something that deviated from her mind.

With a panicked face, Syifa let out a soft, soft voice. "Door locked ... Your parents went out ... And just the two of us in this room? ... "

" ... J—don't-don't!?" Syifa stepped back, her hands covered her clothes, very tight, her face timidly staring at Daffa.

"Huh? You don't behave like that, I feel accused,"

"T–no! Not at all,"

"Then?"

"We'll talk here, on the couch.'

"Emc ... " With a heart that feels still dag-dig-dug and misgivings, Syifa pretends to see the situation around the room.

Then he made a decision that went against Daffa. "I'm out here, it's so hot."

"Very hot? Like this you said very hot? Is the air temperature in your home usually as cold as what? One degree centigrade, is it?"

Syifa moved her hand while speaking. "You if you want to joke that's a little funny can't you, anyway? Huh, ah. I want to be outside the house, you too." He again opposed Daffa.

When Syifa got to the front door, her hand hurriedly pulled the doorknob, very hard, difficult, and difficult. But Syifa only realized, if the door is still locked. "Eh?"

"The key is still here."

Daffa raised his hand, his key hanging from Daffa's index finger.

Syifa looked behind her, she saw the key.

"Cepet opened the door!" Syifa's Order.

"No way, it's gonna be so bad to see my mom,"

Syifa became upset herself. "Becil ... Why, anyway? Quickly opened! If not ... "

"When not why?"

"If not, I'll take it by force." Syifa threatened him just as he did.

Without thinking for a long time, Syifa immediately galloped towards Daffa, staring at his face, with a face like being angry.

Daffa could not speak anymore when he saw Syifa who was in front of his eyes, he immediately raised the key to the top as high as possible.

"Ih, here ... Descend again ... Don't even mess with me."

Syifa tried very hard to reach it, very high, as high as Daffa multiplied by two. Syifa did not want to give up just like that, she was willing to tiptoe.

"Feel this, hap!" Then he jumped up to his feet to reach for the key.

Daffa reflex jumps at the same time. "Huh, almost there."

A second passed, both of their legs set back on the floor.

Boing up! Boing! ... (>_<)'

Both eyes widened, Daffa very clearly saw it, the two objects were bouncing right in front of him. "I—it, right ... "

"This I shouldn't be able to see, right? ... But I don't know why my eyes are widening by themselves!" Inner screaming.

Syifa came back on her tiptoes right in front of Daffa's eyes, she kept trying to reach him.

While Daffa, he did not focus at all, his eyes repeatedly stole a glance in a direction that seemed slightly open. "It's really bad! My eyes can find the gap by themselves."

"What am I supposed to do?"

So enjoying the natural scenery in the paradise of the world, Daffa to hallucinate with the emergence of the existence of two spirits, right on the right and left.

Its form is as thorough black as a shadow, the other is as pure white as light. Small, petite, hovering in the air, and having a very heavy voice.

"Hey my friend, that's great. It will be redundant if you don't see it. Go ahead and keep that talent, and don't forget you'll take him to the room." The little black voice.

"Whose voice is that? It's so perverse." Daffa Mumbles.

"But in fact you've already done half of one."

"Eh, yeah? How can I not feel it?"

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