The Price of Sainthood
Marcel

"I know why Miss is in such a hurry to go to college. Must be jealous to see the two of them together, right?" guess Lisa after they get to Alisha's college. The girl in white shirt with black jeans glanced at Alisha while smiling mischievously. However, the upsetting reaction was precisely shown by Alisha as she had expected.

"Sokay know you."

"Should I do something to teach them a lesson?"

"Don't!" Alisha said quickly while stopping the steps. He looked at his maid sharply. "Who are you, Lisa? What right do you have to teach them?"

"I'm your maid, Miss. I've got to admit all the best for you."

"But not so, dong! That's your name is evil."

Lisa was silent to hear her non-large anger. Doesn't look angry, or upset. He just looked down full of regret.

Seeing that Alisha instantly shut up and sighed. He knew Lisa had good intentions. It's just that he doesn't like the way the girl seems to justify everything if she agrees.

"Ah done. Come on to class," Alisha asks later. He grabbed Lisa's wrist and was about to pull her.

However, when he was about to step, something was blocking him until he hit.

"Aow!" Alisha squealing. He who crashed but he who was in pain mixed with surprise. His right arm hit someone's sturdy arm until he bounced back. His direction of vision was fixed on something that fell from the grip of the person he hit.

Its mistake. He walked without seeing the road when many people passed by. In a hurry, Alisha crouched down to pick up some thick books lying below. After wiping and treating the object well, he got up while thrusting it at the person in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's my fault." For a moment Alisha still lowered her head with her hands outstretched forward to hand over. Unfortunately, he still did not get a response, he would not want to raise his eyes.

Alisha's lips almost gaped at the sight before her. A tall-looking young man was standing upright looking at him while holding his chest. Her beautiful eyes narrowed. His eyebrows were even close to being linked. Making the one being stared at is wrong.

"You who? New kid, huh?"

"Yeah. Just a few days of college here." Alisha stammered.

"Oh, panties. Still feels foreign in my eyes." The young man smiled slightly as he received his book. He then spoke in a friendly manner. "Thanks, yes."

"I was wrong. Sorry," Alisha said again in an unkind tone.

"It's okay," the young man replied casually.

"Excuse me." Not knowing what else to say, Alisha decided to leave.

"Wait!"

Alisha who had passed two steps suddenly stopped and turned her head. Lisa who had been silent since then noticed now participated in her nonanya movement. He stopped right on his left side.

"Yes. What's up?"

"To class. Where else are you going?"

"After hitting people want to go?"

"Well, what should I do?"

The young man smiled in response to Alisha's innocence. He walked over, then reached out with a confident attitude. "I know, I'm Marcel."

Rather nervously Alisha welcomed the young man's words. "I'm Alisha" he said later.

"Beautiful name" praised Marcel without letting go of Alisha's hand. While the girl can only smile wryly because she feels the name pinned by her mother when she was a baby is ordinary. He thinks Marcel is overkill for the size of someone new to the know.

"I'm Lisa."

Marcel was forced to relinquish his hand with Alisha because it was interrupted by the girl next to Alisha. The girl who called herself Lisa commented on the smile even though her face showed a firm demeanor.

"Marcel." The young man spoke briefly, then asked the two girls in front of him. "Are you guys friends?"

"Yes. He's my friend." Alisha. "Nothing is it I'm like a missing person."

Marcel was laughing. "I've been in college here a long time. If you want me to be willing to take you around visiting every corner of this campus."

"Ah is not necessary. I can be with Lisa. Thank ka–"

"Can, can!" Lisa answered enthusiastically. Cut out Alisha's words before the girl finishes them. The light of her own careless demeanor got Alisha's little pinch on her left arm as well as a gestureful gaze, but to Lisa it meant nothing.

"Lisa you're all right? Don't be careless" whispered Alisha fiercely to Lisa, but the girl kept smiling.

"Don't refuse Miss. She was Miss's first male friend" Lisa replied in a whisper in her ear.

"I don't need friends anymore. To me your existence is more than enough."

"Don't lie. Don't forget also if sooner or later I will also retire to accompany Miss."

"What are you talking about in front of me? Whisperers anyway. How presumptuous of you to dare to preach someone in plain sight like this." Marcel who had been silent since then watched finally lifted up asking because of the curious two girls in front of him just whispered since earlier. His intention is also only joking, so it still brings up a smile even though asking such questions.

"Ah no. Alisha said it was nice to meet a friend like you."

Marcel's smile expands to hear Lisa's words, but a different reaction is shown by Alisha.

"Lisa!" Again, Alisha pinched Lisa's arm, but the maid did not budge.

"I put him down first, yeah. I have to go for a minute on business." Without waiting for Marcel's answer, Lisa passed away leaving the two behind. Surely after blinking one eye towards Alisha.