Admiral's Secret
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Day after day, Raskal carried piles of love letters from his locker and read them one by one at home. But the letter from Nala he never got again. And Raskal increasingly wondered where Nala often looked down when Raskal looked at her.

When the task of the art group Nala did not ask him much, instead Nala more often asked with Angger, or his group of friends. As if, Nala had deliberately avoided Raskal.

What was? Did Raskal accidentally make a mistake until Nala deliberately stayed away from him? Rascal dug up his memory, maybe Raskal had made a mistake. But Raskal felt he had done nothing wrong. Interaction between them is rare, rarely intersecting other than about school, but Raskal still feels awkward.

"What do you think I'm wrong?"

The question was aimed at Jian—sahabat Raskal who was busy gulping his sodas then looked at Raskal in wonder.

"Yes, you're wrong with me."

"really?" Raskal. "What's my fault?"

"Your last night took my last straw." Grumpily Jian while recalling how Raskal easily snatched the last bakwan on his home dining table. The Bakwan Jian deliberately left last after he ate his dinner and then went to the kitchen to take a sauce.

Lightly without sin, Raskal devoured the baswan in front of Jian's own eyes.

"You know I really like Mother's handmade bakwan, but you just ate it without my permission." Jian said it with teary eyes. Jian was very sad that Raskal ate his last straw.

"I don't know it." Raskal denies. Raskal did not know that last night's bakwan was Jian bakwan. "Mother's the one who told me to finish the staff. But you'll have eaten a lot of the tub last night."

"No! Says who?"

"I see yes, you have eaten five bakwan yourself." Raskal rolled his eyes.

"But still you ate my last baskets without permission." Jian pulled his nose. "Not only that, you also spilled sweet iced tea that is not anget fitting Bang Toyib just delivered. whereas I was thirsty again."

"Es aja tea. Don't take ange, Jian."

Raskal sighed. Feeling his questions were futile Jian answered. In fact, discuss bakwan and iced tea sweet that is not anget.

Wanted to explain his anxiety, but Raskal did. According to him Jian don't know first about Nala and the love letter in her locker. His feelings are not certain either. Jian was also again in a crashing mode. Raskal lazily muddied the atmosphere.

Maybe Raskal will have to wait a little longer. Maybe tomorrow morning Raskal's locker has Nala's letter again. Given the tasks and PR that piled up, maybe Nala so busy 'cause he did not have time to give him a letter.

Well then, Raskal can't wait for tomorrow again.

...-0-...

Nala pensively looked at the vast expanse of the basketball court. The field is empty. Not used by children to play sports there. The school hours had also ended half an hour ago, so Nala could as much as look blankly at the field without a single person bothering her.

Today the weather was scorching, but Nala seemed undisturbed by the heat. Soda drinks became Nala's friend this afternoon. Quite helpful when the throat is dry.

Then someone came, sitting not far from Nala's position. Nala turned her head because her presence provoked her attention. Nala was surprised by the figure that almost all students in this school recognized.

Lea—the girl is busy with her luggage at the moment. Nala silently watched as Lea carried her canvas and painting utensils on Lea's lap.

Looks like Lea wants to paint something. Now Lea is busy making patterns in her canvas. So busy, the existence of Nala is not realized Lea.

Yes.. Besides Nala who should be glimpsed Lea? Leah did not know him at all. Nala is not a famous figure like celebrity—or like Lea who is known by many people. Almost everyone in this school no one knows who Lea is.

Lea was talking over the phone, her voice was not big to deafen Nala, it was just that the figure who was the interlocutor lea made Nala absorbed in consciousness.

"Raskal wants to come here to see me? Just may. I happen to be in the field. Hmm. yeah, I'm alone here. Hmm. hmm. hmm. yeah we talked about it here aja.. hmm. yes. hmm.. hmm. well, I wait for ya."

Lea's phone connection was cut off, but not with Nala's gaze drawn on her.

Nala concluded, Lea and Raskal will meet here. The field. I don't know what they're going to talk about, and Lea says she's alone on the pitch. Nala could only shake her head and sigh.

Because they want to talk about something on the field, Nala certainly does not want to disturb them. More precisely Nala does not want to be a bully among them and hear something right that she should not need to know.

Lea's remark that saying she was alone on the field was enough to make Nala goosebumps. It's really considered a ghost or an unimportant past wind. So he better leave before Raskal arrives first and sees his whereabouts.

But it turns out Raskal arrived sooner and saw Nala draped over the bag and was about to get up and leave the field.

"Rabby!" exclaimed Lea while waving her hands excitedly. Lea's sweet smile rises for Raskal Sastrawijaya.

But Raskal's gaze was on Nala behind Lea. Nala was stunned and immediately pretended not to see. Nala has to leave immediately.

"Oh, there's a person apparently." Lea was surprised and blinked to see Nala had just passed her. Nala wouldn't bother him. It should be kaabur before Raskal and Lea heard his thumping and nervousness. Nala had to bow down so that Raskal and Lea did not notice.

Nala darted past Lea and Raskal. Going wide in a hurry. Nala was embarrassed and gloomy at the same time thinking about the two people. Rumors of their closeness come back to haunt Nala. Indeed, Nala should go and find a way to vent his anxiety.

Raskal is devastated by Nala's departure. And Nala's departure had seized Raskal's mind so that he was not focused when Lea was busy discussing the concept of the picture they would work on at the school graduation.

Benak Raskal is restless.

...-0-...

The next day Nala comes to class with no intention of sending a letter to Raskal. Nala wrote a letter last night and it was ready in her bag.

But Nala was no longer able to put it quietly into Raskal's locker. The quiet class began to be crowded with students. Nala enjoyed the rest of the time before lesson time began by doodling her book.

Raskal checks his desk locker. Armed with a sharp memory in the form of Nala's writing neat in his eyes, but again and again there is not a single letter with neat writing that Nala has.

Today Nala no longer sends her letters. This sunny morning suddenly felt annoying. Those letters Raskal threw in his locker. The sound is not as bright as the sun when the lesson has not yet begun. Jian who was bowing to sleep on the table looked up and saw his best friend was upset alone.

Bell rings. Students and students immediately prepare at their respective tables. Raskal who was still upset looked back, seeing the figure of a sweet girl busy tidying her book on the table. He was confused why until this morning Nala did not send him a letter. Since yesterday Raskal has been waiting for him, wondering if who knows Nala is busy and did not have time to make a letter.

Raskal wanted to know what was the reason the sweet girl figure did not put down her letter. Was Nala busy until she could not write a letter? Or is there another reason Raskal didn't know until Raskal felt overwhelmed?

His gaze did not switch to anything other than Kana Gianni. Seeing that the girl was ready for the first hour of study, the figure of the sweet girl looked surprised with widened eyes staring at Raskal.

Nala who was just ready to tidy up her book suddenly held her breath and stiffened her eyes to see Raskal was looking at her sharply. Hunus and straight. That gaze seemed to corner Nala until Nala was so awkward on the spot.

When the teacher had entered the classroom and gave his greetings, then Raskal turned to look ahead. Nala's breath went smoothly.

There was something strange about Raskal; why did Raskal look at him like that when they had no direct contact. Caught without a clear reason. Too busy thinking until Nala misses to open a book and read a new chapter described by the teacher.

Nala threw away her thoughts about Raskal, after all, it was impossible for Raskal to waste his time just looking at him?