Ash-boss
Rasa
It wasn't just a few blisters he received from the incident this morning. More than he could have imagined. How surprised Laras was by what Eren had done to him.
“ Sweet... ” And Eren also showed a sweet smile on him who still had to turn his head with what Eren did to him.
During school lesson hours, Laras could not concentrate at all because of it. And he continued to imagine the thing that happened between him and the young man who was now sitting on the bench next to him. Eren looks very relaxed. Even too relaxed after what he did at the intersection of the road that was quite quiet earlier.
“ Barrel?? ” call Mr. Supreme. Indonesian Literature teacher for XI class.
“ Akh. Yes sir? ”
“ Stop daydreaming at your lessons! If you are in love, it is better to say directly the same person. ” said Mr. Agung while throwing jokes on the sidelines of class boredom amid the lessons that run.
Suddenly the chattering of Mr. Agung made the laughter of the entire class broke. Including Mr. Agung himself who enjoyed the laughter of that class. Baras also can only throw a stiff smile and a little shame because it becomes the attention of the entire class because of it.
“ Sorry, sir! ” says Polite barrel. That smile was still very stiff. Especially when Eren suddenly looked at him with a different gaze. There was a glimmer of light that was different from Eren's gaze on him all day that day.
Laras gulped when Eren's gaze did not escape him at all. The pen that Eren was supposed to use to write, he played on his fingers. And Laras was reluctant to miss it.
“ Why am I this weird?! ” his murmur that immediately threw away his gaze from the figure of Eren. “ Concentration Barrel!! Concentrate! ” the patting of both cheeks with both hands. And Laras was again pensive in his sight.
The third count in heart, Laras glanced at Eren and was greeted with a meaningful smile from Eren. Simultaneously, a small fold of paper fell right over the Laras textbook. The paper came from the front. From the previously empty bench. And now occupied by the figure of Aksara. A classmate who he thinks is quite mysterious.
The barrel took the paper, opened it and read its contents. Laras.
The second paper fell back on his desk. Again from the script.
I need answers.
The barrel pokes Aksara's back with his index finger. Then write down the word “Ya!” on his back, nodding slowly.
A piece of paper fell from the front.
Stare at this building.
In response to that, Laras nodded confidently.
“ Nak Laraaas??? ” Mr. Agung again noticed the figure of Laras who was a small beard on his lap. “ Are you ready to declare your love??? ” Pak Agung again continued his joke. The whole class was again made to laugh and cheer because of it.
The barrel is a small sinking. The appointment of Indonesian Literature book he brought to cover his face which may have been flushed because it continues to be a concern of Mr. Agung with his jokes.
“ I hate! ” growled Eren suddenly.
His matan gaze stared intently in front of him. Even so, the other side of her eyes were staring in a different direction. Towards the side, where Laras was trying to immerse the face behind his book. The figure of a red-robed creature that covered part of his face with a mask from a human skull. A figure with pale, wrinkled old hands with long nails. Not to miss the thick black smoke puff that formed a wing, attached to the back of the cloaked figure. Those eyes are shining brightly. And that smile looks so scary.
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