UNIVERSES

32. Parkland

His small steps led him up the school stairs. I don't know why he came to this building, the IPA building. Just take a walk in the break. To be honest Sema did not know what to do while Haru was still busy with his futsal. Accompanied by Keyra, of course, as the legitimate boyfriend of Haru. Usually Sema who accompany but lately the situation is different. Getting complicated.

Only five stairs did he climb, but his feet stopped stepping as a pair of eyes greeted him. From the opposite direction, Sema looked up as if dissolving in a resplendent netra. Universe-bright.

"Where are you going?" Her question was flat. Although Desta often said in such a cold tone, Sema was still somewhat afraid of intimidating looks.

While researching around, feeling he did not find something as the reason why he came here, he finally turned his body. Backing Desta, the two were only three steps adrift of the stairs. Sema started to step down before her hands were pulled from behind making her turn back around. He froze for a moment when his face crossed with the chest of Desta's field. The young man lowered his head, his net changed in an instant. While Sema looked up because of position. Just be quiet for a while, allowing yourself to enjoy the intersecting gazes.

Sema blinked repeatedly trying to scavenge her consciousness. "G-gue's gone the wrong way." Her speech. Sounds silly considering they have been in school here for three years. Desta tilted his head, a smile created even if only briefly. Sema. "Lo why?" Ask her.

"Gue's going back to class." Sema. Strict tone.

"Yes, jude." Reply Desta. Shema throbbed then her gaze was fixed on the hand of Desta who was still holding hers. Desta followed that line of sight, then quickly let go of his grip. His face turned clumsy, red to the ears. It made Sema laugh out loud.

"Why Lo?"

"It's okay."

"Come to the canteen." Desta walked first down the last rung of stairs. "But I'm going to class." Sahut Sema who still remains in his position earlier. Desta blinked twice, he turned around. "So you're not here to take me to the cafeteria?" His question was too casual, even publishing a small, mocking smile.

"No."

Desta mangosteen with mouth forming the letter 'O'

"But if Lo maksa, yaudah come." The girl went down the last three steps to be right next to the young man. Desta watched carefully making Sema shrivel her guts. "Come on!" Shema walked first but only a few steps had already turned around again.

"Let's Desta run out of his way!"

"Yes." Yeah." Desta followed the girl's steps. Even though Sema goes first, even her steps are made fast still always ends in tandem with Desta. The young man's legs are too advanced, no need to step fast like Sema the young man can always catch up with Sema.

Lately four teenagers who became hot topics of conversation began to fade. Bored or something. What is clear is that when Sema was with Desta, the girl never heard whispers. Nor should I swallow bitter words from outsiders. Do they know what it is?

The two have now reached the crowded cafeteria. This time luck did not side with them because the canteen chairs were all full. Sema sighed disappointed, unable to enjoy as much as she wanted.

"How now?" Ask Desta. Yes how else, Desta was also confused actually. "Messenger, eat in class." Her speech. Sema nodded, she was now waiting in line to order. The goal is no longer seblak, changed to siomay only so easy to eat.

Moments later, the two brought their own food. Back to walking in silence. Both are busy in their minds. Desta stopped his steps right on the first step of the ladder. He saw the tiny steps that always follow him now also stopped.

"Eat. He said he ate in class." Desta now tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows rising sideways. "Lo want to eat in my class?" Sema is quite conscious after squeezing repeatedly. The girl changed direction. "Gue's going to class." He said despite his nervousness.

Doubtfully the girl stepped up, moving away from Desta. Wherever, his heart is raging. Shame and confusion about himself. His gaze was down, unable to look at the people. Perhaps so, until his eyes caught a pair of shoes that made him look up.

"Well?" Sema asked, the girl stopped her steps. "Eat on a park bench. Class has AC." His word.

Sema nodded, Desta did not directly invite him but from the teenage sentence there is clearly an element of inviting even though implied. The two walked back to one of the park benches. From here, the sun is burning. Fortunately it was covered in a lush tree. A gentle breeze also flew the dry leaves. The right scenery for them to release hunger with their own food.

As usual, Desta quietly enjoyed his meal. Sema is also used to it, while continuing to chew her mind he diverted to create new theories, very random but usually the girl will think that way if she is bored.

From where they sat, they could witness the hustle and bustle of the school. Starting from students who are dating in the corner. Who was chatting in the corridor. Until the one who was walking down the hallway. From here we see the basketball court. There were only a few people who were playing big balls smiling.

Anyway everything did not escape from the eyes of Sema until the last somay managed to escape through his mouth. Covered with fresh sweet chocolate ice. During those minutes they ate without a sound.

"Later malem I have to come at what time?" Feeling talked to Sema also looked up. Found the young man was putting food wrapper garbage into the crackle. "Hour seven." Answer Sema.

"Why?" Asked the girl trying to prolong the subject. The break is about twenty minutes away. It was still a long time ago, to just talk to the young man who had recently become close to him. Not too close, not too special. It's just that than it used to be now more mending.

"Gue there's painting lessons." The young man was honest. Seen disappointed from Sema. "So you can't?" Ask the girl. To be honest this morning he had seen the mother buy so many ingredients. Obviously, the mother wanted to thank Desta for the help of Desta at that time.

"Gue didn't say that." Desta was moved to make a piece of trash of his and Sema's, then throw it in a trash can near them.

"You mean you can come?" He noticed what the young man was doing.

"I guess."

Sema clucked upset. "kok plinplan that's it. Ntar Mama if you cook a lot how?" Ask Sema a bit emotional.

"Yes, I live in the delivery house." Desta's answer made Sema even more upset. But yesterday Desta said it must have come.

"Where are you going?" Tanya Desta Kala Sema stood up from her seat. "You go to class." He refused to turn around.

From Desta's seat, the young man saw a tiny back that was moving away. The tied hair swayed along with a quick pace at the owner. Again for the umpteenth time, a thin smile is drawn involuntarily.