Wrong Target Revenge

Dancing Part 2

Anchil danced with passion and his mind tried to focus, after taking a deep breath and then exhaling.

"Hurry and hold my hand, let me practice dancing." said Anchil ketus.

"Well, don't piss me off." Sagi held Anchil's hand.

”Anchil is pretty too, when viewed up close. Hih, remember your initial goal.” Inner Sagi.

Sagi and Anchil dance, until Sagi is trampled at Anchil's feet. The girl grimaced in pain, as her fingers stepped on.

"It hurts so much!" shrill Anchil.

"I was not intentional." replied Sagi.

"Then from that, you all step on my feet from the beginning. Instead of stepping on me as I move, it feels like I'm pulling on tau." - Anchil.

"Yes yes" replied Sagi.

Sagi held onto Anchil's slender waist, then they danced back. The movement this time is smoother, because Sagi is so alive to him.

"Have you started understanding yet?" ask Anchil.

"Yes, it's been kind of good." replied Sagi.

"Practice yourself, wait a minute." said Anchil, still with a sharp tone.

"Yes, yes, who has always wanted to count on you" replied Sagi.

Sagi lowered his soles from Anchil's feet, until his feet touched the floor. Sagi moved to the right and left, with more agile movements. Anchil was without a smile, having successfully taught him.

"I can yeay, thanks Anchil." Sagi jumped up in excitement, then hugged her.

"It must be, thank you for hugging." replied Anchil.

Sagi released his embrace. "You don't have to be smart first. I was too happy, so it's like this."

"Oh, okay." Anchil smiles.

The next day, Sagi and Anchil go to school together. Sagi had already prepared the nail, to smash Anchil's tires.

”This is enough, to take revenge on you. Later, I took a taxi home aja.” Inner Sagi.

Someone walked near Sagi, and accidentally hit him. Sagi's drinking water spilled on his clothes, and the woman wiped her clothes.

"Sorry yes!" said Sagi.

"It's okay" replied Qishi.

Sagi took off his jacket. "It's for you, wear it for a while."

"Thank you." replied Qishi.

Rudit looked at Amran's table, which was filled with gift boxes. There are even many bouquets of flowers, which are placed there.

"Yes, but I hope Anchil is one of them." replied Amran.

"Where there is Anchil, there is only someone else" Rudit said.

"Yes, he's so brave." replied Amran.

Brak!

Anchil kicked the table. "Who's talking about me?"

"I'm the one talking about you." replied Amran.

"What's in it, you're worshiping early in the morning?" ask Anchil.

"Don't bring Anchil, I hope you give me a gift." replied Amran.

Anchil unzips his bag, then gives a tie to Amran. Then the man accepted it, while throwing a sweet smile.

"Thank you, Anchil." said Amran.

"Don't thank me, it's someone else's gift. But, I gave it to you too." replied Anchil.

"Well, I guess you prepared it." Amran pouting.

"Not much protest, do you ask. So take it, whatever I give you." replied Anchil.

Anchil sat in his chair, and Keke approached him. Keke placed the book on the table, then threw it right in front of Anchil.

"Eh Anchil, there's another school race between cities" Keke said.

"Alright, I will take part in the race" replied Anchil.

"Spirit!" Keke raised his hand, above the air.

"Spirit!" Anchil also raised his hand.

"Eh, our first class wins. This year, we have to win again" Keke said.

"Truly, class B is nothing." Amran said.

"You can be a winner, but you can't be arrogant. Don't underestimate others, just stay on top." replied Anchil.

"Sorry Anchil!" amran.

"I'm sorry it's class B." replied Anchil.

"Well, it was just a joke." Amran grinned, in his regret.

"Oh." answered Anchil briefly.