Tiara: Queen of Boulevard
#82 Last Night
Tiara and the others were forced to return to their respective tents after receiving a reprimand from the members of the OSIS. Before completely separating Luka paused for a moment to say something to Tiara, "Don't forget to eat that much huh."
Hearing that Tiara smiled widely and nodded her head like a child then left from there.
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Alda had no idea how he should behave on his return to the tent and found Cassan enjoying his breakfast. There was still a sense of resentment mixed with hate tucked inside him when he saw Cassan's face.
Experts make a fuss, Alda chooses to ignore cassan. He picked up his breakfast box and approached four other senior friends who from the beginning seemed not to want to sit next to Cassan.
"Alda you okay?" Ask one of the four.
They had already witnessed all these events and decided to support Alda, Tiara and Lia.
"Yes I'm okay." Answer Alda warmly.
"You don't have to worry, the four of us will always support you." Say another one.
"Yes and your friendship are an inspiration to us. Rarely will anyone just meet already directly clop with each other." Connect the other.
"That bill. In addition, building a friendship can not be used in forced. If others feel like we don't clop together, yes we use the way we leave people in the forest alone." Said one man, sneering hotly Cassan.
A moment Alda glanced at Cassan and found the expression on his face turned ugly when he heard the insinuation. But again, Alda just enjoyed it and ignored it.
"Thank you guys, you guys are so good to support us." Alda felt a little overwhelmed. Even though Cassan had pulled himself into the same abyss, there were still good people who would support him and his two best friends.
"Together Al." Answer them.
"Oh yeah, by the way, aren't we being told to take this letter out?" Someone suddenly remembered their mission from Stacy last night. Either because of the drama that happened this morning, people seem to forget the love letter they have to collect before breakfast.
"Yes, I almost forgot." Answer the other.
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After finishing breakfast, the disciples collected a sheet of white paper that had been put in black ink inscribed with their hearts on it. The paper is folded and then put into a large transparent box.
Even the night came back with the dimming of sunlight after moving places and replacing the moon that shines brightly.
Carrying the light of the moonlight, the disciples sat in a circle in the middle of the field and the tongues of the bonfire provided warmth for their bodies.
Happiness, joy, warmth are felt in the gathering. One game after another they do just to familiarize their togetherness.
Now arrived at the end of the event before the students finally met their dreams again. Whether it was a good dream or a bad dream that was waiting for them, no one knew for sure.
Stacy walked to the center of the circle nearing the bonfire that had begun to lose its ferocity. Next to where Stacy was standing, a large transparent box was ready to open.
"Tonight is the last night of our familiarity activities." Said Stacy, pausing her words and looking around her.
Of the many faces he looked at as far as his memory remembered, there was only one face that made him prioritize. He is Luka.
Stacy's eyes ended by looking at Luka and then smiling in embarrassment.
Realizing that she must continue her words, Stacy then refocused. "For that we must make tonight full of memorable moments that we will never forget until we age later." Further again.
The students cheered at Stacy's words. There is a sense of excitement in each of them when listening to them must make many memorable moments.
"The letters that are in this box are your letters that we will read one by one." Stacy said again. "For those who feel that the letter that is read is his own and need for him to come forward then we will allow it."
Stacy and the members of the OSIS decided not to force the students to acknowledge the contents of the letter they wrote. Because this is just a game, everything is returned to the players.
If the players want to convey directly the contents of the letter to the intended then they will allow him to move forward.
"Understand everything?" Stacy asked with a spirit that was not inferior to the disciples themselves.
"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY." Answer them compact.
"All right, we're starting."
Assisted by several members of OSIS, Stacy began to open the transparent box. He then stirred up the folds of paper in the box with one hand, before finally taking the first letter and reading it.
The students were pounding in the chest when they saw Stacy open the first letter she had taken from the large box. They wondered in their hearts, whose letter was it?
"Either the outpouring of what I should write on this piece of paper, I cannot pour even a drop of heart." Stacy smiled shyly as she read the contents of the first letter. While the disciples looked at each other, wanting to know who the owner of the letter was.
"No one can represent a self who is distraught with this love." Stacy continued reading. Then at the end of the letter it was clearly written, "for you beautiful Sofia."
"Who's Sofia's name?" The students wondered.
"Sofia, that's your name, right?" A student asked his friend.
"I yes. But it might just look alike." Answer the student named Sofia with a reddened face. He did not know if the letter was intended for him, considering Sofia's name was not a unique name.
Stacy then asked the students who the owner of the letter was and surprisingly, a student came forward with a high sense of confidence.
Everyone looked at him and shouted passion for him. The student was wearing a thick jacket with matching, red knitted hoods.
"Are you the owner of this letter?" Ask Stacy.
"If you may know that Sofia is written here, which one is it?" Stacy's question again represented all the students' curiosity.
Hearing Stacy's question, the student was nervous and pointed in the direction where Sofia was.
"Allow Sofia, the letter is for you." The students are back to sound.
"I don't know him, though." Answer Sofia.
"That's why we're told to write a letter." Said the student.
"How should I go, dong?" Sofia asked confused as well as groggy as many disciples were now staring at her.
"Yes, just go ahead."
Sofia finally came to the place where the student who wrote her letter was standing.
"So this is Sofia? Yes, please tell Sofia what you want to say." Stacy handed the mic to the student and took a few steps back.
Nervously, the student receives a mic from Stacy and expresses his feelings. "Sofia, know me Arya." He tried to restore his confidence.
"You may not know who I am or you may not have seen me before, but I've been secretly watching you." And then immediately got cheers from the disciples.
"Like the contents of my letter, that's the expression of the truth of the sense I have for you, Sofia."
"Haha crazy, that's a real bad guy." A student's comment amidst the noise.
"Haha, may his love be accepted." Answer others to provide support.
"Sofia, will you be my girlfriend?"
The cheers of the students change when Arya asks Sofia to be her boyfriend. They shouted the word 'Mau' over and over again for Sofia to receive Arya.
After thinking for a moment, Sofia ignored the cries of the disciples and timidly looked at Arya's face.
'Handsome as well as him.' Inner exclaims. Sofia finally nods her head and agrees to Arya's request. "Yes I want to." The answer.
All the students applauded celebrating happiness for the new couple. They did not expect at all the moment of their last night to end in overflowing happiness.
The next letter was read by Stacy. Surprisingly, most of the letters were written and intended for Tiara.
Some of the disciples looked forward to trying their luck, whereupon Tiara would accept their feelings. It was a pity that all of them were directly rejected by Tiara.
Cassan was envious to see Tiara get so many letters from the students what else knowing Tiara rejected all of them. He could do nothing but wait for the letter that was meant for him. But unfortunately none of the many letters were written for him until the end of the event.
Aside from Cassan, Stacy was also envious of Tiara. How not, Stacy only got dozens of letters while Tiara got many times more than hers.
On the other hand Luka felt jealous whenever she heard love letters from the students being read to Tiara, her lover. And what makes it almost crazy is when they express their feelings directly to Tiara.
But every word of rejection that came out of Tiara's mouth made Luka feel very happy.
"My heart's jewels. Thank you for being mine. I'll wait for the time when everyone finds out that you're mine." Stacy read the second letter from last.
No one was seen acknowledging the contents of the short letter but left many comments among the disciples.
"Is there anything that's been done but the relationship is still secret?" Comment from a student.
"Who are you?" Ask the others curious.
"Who the hell is it? So I'm curious." Connect the other.
Amidst the disciples' curiosity, Tiara realized that the letter belonged to Luka written for her. Tiara did not expect Luka to want their relationship published.
"Last letter." Stacy said with a deep breath. He felt tired of having to read so many letters even though it was done alternately with other members of OSIS.
"Stay by my side until that time comes."
That was the last letter Stacy read. The letter belonged to Tiara.
"What's? Just that much of his letter?"
"But you think the last two letters had nothing to do with it?" One gave his opinion after realizing something.
"Yes yeah, I'm like connecting to each other with the contents of the letter." Answer the other.
"That's why."
"Why do I feel like a person*** here after hearing the contents of the letter."
"Why?"
"Because I was told to write a letter I wrote it a full sheet. To the extent that the time eating hours just finished because thinking poetic words. Though there are people who write one sentence doang but make everyone into kepo." Say that guy. "Where I was immediately rejected again without thinking about it." Continue with the smell.
Hearing that the disciples around laughed at his misfortune.
