Cherophophobic
Because I Like You

The next day Kafka came to school earlier than usual. The business of watering the flowers he was not too worried because it was rainy season, so he only watered the flowers in the store only.

When he got to his class, the boy's gaze focused on a paper bag on his desk. Looking around him, there was no one. The class was still quiet because it was only 6 a.m. Out of curiosity, opened the contents of the paper bag.

"Biscuits?" kafka murmur. Look again at the contents of the paper bag. It turns out there was a letter in it.

"Hi Kafka, eaten yes. Don't keep throwing it away. There is no poison, this is also my own. ^_^ "that is the contents of the letter.

"Who the hell did you like this?" kafka asked in confusion.

Yeah, it's actually not the first time he's got food or stuff like this. Already since stepping on the 11th grade he often got something like this. Sometimes chocolate, sometimes candy, sometimes pencils, sometimes key chains, sometimes cakes, sometimes drinks. If by chance yesterday the pen ink ran out, tomorrow there will be a pen on his desk. As if the giver knew what he needed.

But he never accepted any of it because he didn't know who gave it to him, and it wasn't clear if it was for him or not. Usually he puts these items on his friends' desk, or the teacher's desk. If the cake, chocolate, candy, and drinks will be placed on the table of his friends. In the form of stationery, he will place it on the teacher's desk. In fact, it is not uncommon for him to throw things that he thinks are not important.

This time it was different, it was clearly written in the letter that it was for him. Then he will accept the gift this time. Opening the plastic wrapping biscuits, tried the biscuits. It cannot be denied, it tastes good.

"Lumayan the hell." said Kafka. In the lyrics Bebe; wrap the biscuits that are still in the paper bag. He thinks he should share it with his friends. In his portrait of the biscuit and he sent it to a chat group whose members are his friends.

"Whoah! Share it! I'm otw now!" Hazel is the first to reply.

"I'm leaving soon! Don't stop yourself!" yora Sahut.

"So for me" said Azam

"Ready boss!" reply Kafka.

"@Arzel Lo is fine, right?" nathan asked suddenly.

"@Nathan kalem, I'm healthy spiritually really." Arzel replied followed by a laughing emoji.

Kafka's heart calmed down a little when he saw Arzel's reply. Actually the reason for coming to school earlier was because he couldn't sleep all night. His mind and heart were filled with worry for Arzel, coupled with his papa who was willing to return to this country.

"@Yohan Lo's statue wasn't swallowed by the earth, right?" kafka asked because Yohan had read their message but did not respond at all.

"g" replied Yohan with super short.

"Perhaps for people belonging to the Yohan species the vowels do not apply.(emoji laugh)" Yora wrote in response to Yohan's reply using only one letter.

Kafka just laughed reading the chats of his friends. Because the chat was getting quiet, he chose to keep the biscuits under his drawer and went to the library because he was bored in class alone. Indeed, the class XI MIPA 2 is wayward, even though it has been 30 minutes Kafka spent chatting with his friends. That means it's now half seven, but no child in his class has come but him.

"Too orderly of me." Inner Kafka.

*

In the school library is quite large, Kafka chose to go around first because he was confused about what book to read. After a while of walking around, he found a book that caught his attention. The book is called 'Love Trap' in the book. The cover of the book looks luxurious because of the dominance of gold. And the thing that makes him interested is, the book is in the line of novels with musical genres.

"Let's know I have a gini book in the library. Is it a new book?" kafka muttered in wonder.

Kafka took the book to his favorite seat in the library. His favorite seat was by the window, and was covered in bookshelves. The place according to him is very comfortable, especially the sound of a fountain in the park right in front of the window makes him calm.

Prok Prok Prok's...

After Kafka finished singing the song, suddenly someone clapped.

"Woah, your voice is really good." praise a girl who accidentally heard Kafka singing.

Kafka nodded small. "Thank you." said Kafka.

The girl walked closer to Kafka. "May I sit here?" ask the girl.

"Public places, anyone can sit here" replied Kafka.

It is different when he is with his friends. He did not show his smile while talking to this girl in front of him. Even so, he still tried to be friendly

"I'm Natasha. Hello yes." said the girl.

Kafka just nodded.

"By the way, how's the biscuit? Not delicious?" ask the girl who is known as Natasha.

Kafka looked at the girl in front of him. "You gave all that?" ask Kafka.

Natasha. The girl was honest thanks to Kafka. It was he who had been giving Kafka food, drink, and goods. And he also knew that Kafka had never received his gift.

Kafka examined the face of this girl in front of him. It was very foreign, and it seemed like he had never seen this girl at all. And again, bet class is not class 11 but class 12. "You're a new student? I don't think I saw you at MPLS?" ask Kafka.

Oh yes, Kafka uses the word 'me' because it adapts his interlocutors yes. Because Natasha used the word 'me' instead of 'gue' so Kafka also used the word 'me'.

"Yes, I'm a new student. I just moved to this school when I was in 12th grade." replied the girl named Natasha with a smile that always expands on her lips.

"Thank you for all the stuff you gave me, and I'm sorry I didn't get most of it. But why did you give all that to me?" Kafka thanked him and asked Natasha.

"Because I like you." replied the girl.

Kafka's body froze. He could not believe what this girl in front of him had just said. Someone with a mediocre face like someone who likes it? It is impossible according to him. Moreover, with his family's messy circumstances he thinks he does not deserve to be liked.

"I often see you smiling and laughing with your friends. But the smile you're showing is different from the state of your heart" Natasha said, to Kafka's surprise.

"What do you mean?" kafka asked while frowning.

The girl just smiled, then left there without saying a word. It made Kafka a little curious, what did the girl know about him so that he could say things that almost fit his circumstances?

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...Seriate......