THIS TASTE? [ END ]

THE ARROW IS ON TARGET

At half-seven o'clock, the dinner alarm goes off. All MABA walked towards the main hall. This main hall is actually in the middle of the area with a slightly higher position than other buildings. The path was automatically a little uphill. Cilla and her two friends walked slowly while embracing themselves who were feeling cold. The temperature difference in that place and in the city is quite obvious. Cilla's body needs time to adjust.

"The night's getting colder, huh?" chirps Lina.

"He'em," replied Cilla, nodding her head.

With a slow path, Cilla could still trip over her own legs. As a result, his body collapsed while staggered to fall backwards.

"Let's go!!" shout Cilla.

The fall of Cilla made a domino effect because, many other MABA that walked behind it. They all certainly also fall because they are not ready to catch the body of a friend in front of him. Cilla's reflexes looked back. The shortest time to see the effects of his actions and then grin.

"You again." said Vano who turned out, was behind Cilla right.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" cilla said as she straightened her body and stood up.

Cilla bowed her body slightly while apologizing to all the MABA that fell by her.

"Sorry! sorrysorry! I did not intentionally!"

"What's in there?" shouted a Senior from the hall court.

"Hurry in!" later orders.

Cilla smiled bitterly then turned her body then ran small towards the hall.

"God! shameful," he sighed softly.

Both of his friends were just giggling.

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After taking an alternate meal, the MABA sat back and waited to recite the prayer together. Unexpectedly, Cilla and Vano sat next to each other. Accidentally looking at each other and clashing views made Cilla feel uncomfortable. Cilla reviewed the forced-looking smile and turned her face away. Vano tried to hold back a smile. Feeling satisfied has made Cilla wrong.

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Some are dancing, some are reading poetry and some are solo comedy or more commonly called stand up comedy. Everyone laughed as if there were no boundaries between senior and Junior. Melting into one in a happy laugh until later, Devano was appointed by his squad mates to sing a song. Representatives of their team. Cilla glanced at Vano as the man got up from his seat and walked forward.

"Emm. so handsome."

Praise some MABA women who are mutually modest.

"Would you use your own guitar or be accompanied by another senior?" tanya senior mustache neatly.

"I use my own guitar" replied Vano.

"okay."

The senior held out a guitar to Vano. Vano arranged his guitar strings for a bit before then, starting to sing. A song by the band Dewa Vano. Legendary song of God that proved able to sweep the atmosphere. Bringing his listeners into it.

🎶 Look at your eyes like a bow

🎶 That you released into the heart of my heart

🎶 Even though you keep your love still

🎶 Keep your breath scented decorate atmosphere

🎶 When I kiss your lips sweet

Everyone sings together. Following tone and rhythm. Shift into the song. Accompanied by star-studded nights. With the moon that sows a smile. A song that is really on target. Greet carefully the kasmaran. Softly diffused in the sense of hearing.

Several times also Vano turned his gaze towards Cilla to make the girl shake. Vano would smile in satisfaction after doing so.

...🍁 Connect... 🍁...