The Romantic Story of a Loner High School Boy

Chapter 96: A Bicycle Basket

"Good, I like someone who's a liar, that's really cool. Though your eyes are very hooked, but your mouth pretends not to know."

"That's because of a coincidence!"

The little white man spoke. "O my friend, you are falling into error, I mean heresy. You have taken a narrowness in chance—"

"Not a chance in a cringe?" Daffa interrupted his whisper.

"That's what I mean. I'll take my dictionary first."

He picked up a book, then continued his whisper. "According to my dictionary theory, you must knock him unconscious, then put him in front of the porch."

"How is it? Who are you guys anyway? A ghost?" Daffa wondered to himself.

"If you can't, you can choose an alternative path."

"I'm choosing the entrance exam, what?"

"By letting him out, then telling him to go home by force." Say the little white.

"Don't listen to him, my friend. Or you'll lose your spirit!"

"Don't listen to him, my friend. He'll just lead you down the wrong path."

"Huh? What did you say?!"

"I should have said. What did you say?!"

They fussed until they quarreled in Daffa's mind.

"I'm stupid to hallucinate just because of him." His inner.

Daffa snorted resignedly. "Huh ... " Suddenly he lowered his hand and put it right on Syifa's head. "Alright, I'm giving up."

Syifa was stunned on the spot when she saw Daffa say just now. "Ck!"

Taking the key from Daffa, Syifa said nothing to Daffa, only that she stepped on one of Daffa's legs with a very strong feeling.

Taps!

"Duh! Not to thank." Daffa Rintih.

"Hmmm!" Syifa stepped out of Daffa, opened the door quickly, and left the house.

While Daffa, he was still in his house feeling the pain while holding his leg.

Shortly after, Daffa also walked out, he saw a Syifa who was still there.

As there was no chair, he sat on the floor with a tired look of waiting.

"His pain is healed?"

"Ah, already. You're still here? Not coming home right away?" While saying, Daffa stepped slowly towards him.

"Gapain's home? We're going to Vira's house."

"Well, why didn't you say that."

Syifa stood up, rubbed her clothes on the floor, and then stared at Daffa. "Udah don't talk much. Cepet get your bike, we'll be late."

"motor? But I don't have a motor."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously,"

"Seriously?!" Syifa's face was panicked.

"Seriously even." Daffa said it again.

"Emm, got your dad there, right?" Syifa said it hesitantly.

"Again taken away. I don't even have a SIM, remember ... We're underage."

"Yes, continue? You have a solution, don't you?"

"As usual, we go up—'

"Don't use public transport!" Syifa interrupted his words.

With a astonished face, Daffa asked him. "Why? Usually so."

"That's normal, but this is not usual. Just don't, period!"

"Reason?"

"There's no excuse." His eagle, his eyes sneak down.

"Then don't go." Daffa immediately walked to the door of his house.

Seeing that, Syifa immediately held her hand and said something. "Eh, alright. I'll tell you why."

Daffa turned his body, looked at Syifa, and pulled back his hand. "So?"

"It's a lie,"

"I also forgot my wallet, too,"

"It's impossible." He said, but Daffa tried to hold back another line of words and just poured them in his heart. "The reason is quite strange, even though I have it. But lazy too, if I talk."

"But I'm serious ... Plus it's even."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep, very sure." Syifa is very confident.

"For what?" Daffa said it, he had said the words he had been waiting for himself. His mouth smiled cynically but made no sound.

"De–for what? A ... I can only say that this is for my own safety." Syifa's voice suddenly stuttered.

"No. For what?" Daffa immediately denied it, leaving Syifa confused as he was about to say.

"Emm, d—demi ... "

So nervous, Syifa continued to turn her eyes to the right and left side.

Until not far from the side, although it is less clear but Syifa saw an object like a basket and there is a small tire under it

Syifa's face smiled widely, she immediately shouted. "By the bike!"

"Huh?" Daffa was astonished, so he went to look in that direction.

"Bicycle!'

"What?"

"We're just using that basket bike."

Syifa suddenly became very excited, he galloped from the front of the Daffa house leading to the basket bike.

And he came to Daffa's yard, right where the bike was parked.

He crouched down, raised his hand, then stroked the bike. His eyes sparkled, he was so amazed by the bike, when he saw it up close.

"Gee ... ! Doesn't this look good?" Syifa.

Seeing that, Daffa let out his breath in a slightly different voice. "God ... " He scratched his head.

Kreeks!

Daffa walked slowly toward Syifa, just after he had finished locking the door of his house.

"This is yours?" Ask Syifa.

"No" answered Daffa briefly.

"Then?"

"My parents, maybe?" Daffa hesitated with his own answer.

"Maybe? You live here not even knowing the owner of the bike parked in your yard?" Syifa said, her tone was like she was mocking him.

"I said maybe, doesn't mean I didn't know it. When I was a child, this bike was already in my grandmother's house, at that time the paint still looks clearer than it is now. My mother and father brought him here, when he moved." Daffa explained the bike's past as best he could.

"So, why did you say maybe?" Ask Syifa. With Daffa's hand drawn, Syifa suddenly saw the time on Daffa's watch.

Although it was a bit uncomfortable for him, but Daffa still answered even though it was a bit late. "Because I'm not sure, it belongs to mom, dad, or grandma."

While listening to him, Syifa checked the parts of the bike one by one, then he rode it.

"Oh, okay-okay I get it. Now go up, we'll leave ... Use this bike!" His spirit is so passionate.

"Are you sure? Does the tire not deflate?"

"No. Take it easy, I've checked everything and it can be used at the maximum possible speed!"

Daffa just stayed in place.

"Wait for what else? Let's go up quick." Bring Syifa.

Syifa had called him several times, but Daffa kept thinking twice about riding him. "I'm the bell?"

"Yes, let me run it."

"Not strong? It's not gonna fall, is it?"

"What am I a child?"

Daffa had a wrinkled face, in his heart like he did not believe Syifa's words. "I guarantee you, there's not a hundred meters, he's already fallen tired first." His inner.

Because of his lack of trust, Daffa double-checked the part he would be riding, then he believed that it was safe. "Alright, it's safe."

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