Dul
078. Waiting Pick-Up

"What do you say, huh?" Dul whispered as he got up from his seat.

"Where I know, I'm also curious so I told you to jumpain the brothers quickly." Robin whispered with an accent and put his hand to his mouth to disguise his speech.

Dul approached one of the short-haired upperclassmen who had said he wanted to chat with her. Dul had thought that the conversation would take place near the steling. It turned out that the upperclassman pulled the end of his shirt arm away a few meters. Dul turned his head wrongly to check the reaction of his friends. It turns out everyone is looking at him.

"Hey, who's your call?" ask the class.

"Dul's."

"Dul?" The girl widened her eyes.

Dul nodded.

"Okay, mmm ... Dul, my name is Lova. I'm Paskibraka's extracurricular manager. Tomorrow we have another rehearsal, do you want to join us?" Lova clenched her mouth waiting for Dul's reply.

"I don't have any extracurricular lists. Why .... suddenly invite me to enter Exkul Paskibra? Didn't you enter Paskibra using a fairly difficult test?" Dul glanced at three of his friends, "I guess that exkul is a lot of fans and limited," added Dul.

"Yes, you really are. If you are not interested in joining officially, we can come hang out after class. We can talk a lot." Lova slipped a lump of her hair behind her ear awkwardly. The girl then closed her mouth.

Dul nodded slowly and reflexes clenched his mouth. "Mmc ... What class is Lova?" The first question that Dul issued after going through considerable consideration in his head.

"Don't call my sister, call Lova" Lova said. This time I nodded slowly. His two hands now leaned behind his body and he lowered his head kicking a small rock near his shoe.

"I call you Lova, then" replied Dul.

"I'm 2-4 class" Lova replied.

"Oh, the one at the end of my classroom hallway," said Dul again. Remember will be classes 2-4 located in the corner before the turn to the canteen.

"Yes, that's in the corner. Our classes are rarely quiet because they are near the cafeteria. Students who have no teachers must be hanging out in the cafeteria. I saw you a few times...." Lova speechless. Back awkward because he felt a little secret exposed.

"Yes, I also often go to the cafeteria if there is no teacher anymore" replied Dul quickly. They don't want to have a gap between their conversations. Being stared at by three pairs of his friend's eyes plus another pair of eyes made Dul a little bit sad.

"This hour is quiet, yes," Lova shook her hands at the street behind her. That's the way to their school.

"Yes, tomorrow morning must be rame again. You see, now all the students are home" added Dul.

It only took a second for Dul to realize his wrong answer just now. He cursed in the heart. Both of them are now looking towards the school. Then Dul first returned his gaze to his interlocutor. Lova was still looking the other way. Dul did not waste the opportunity to look at Lova's face a little more closely.

Her hair was cut a few inches behind her ears. Exactly like the flag raisers he often sees on television. Yellow Lova skin. His eyebrows and eyelashes are thick. His nose is small and his lips thin. On the chin of the girl was a very small mole. It resembles a point. Dul turned his gaze elsewhere as his mind came to a conclusion.

Sweet ....

"Kan, don't keep going. Sometimes we just talk under a tree. That's why you join tomorrow if you want to know what is being talked about," said Lova accompanied by a small laugh.

"I don't really like to be organized. No need to talk in front of a crowd. The rich are more comfortable with my friends" said Dul, looking at Robin and Son who seemed impatient waiting for him to sit back.

"If you have no interest in joining, anyway, nothing. But if I take you to the cafeteria with me, right? Once in a while. Not every day," no more Lova.

Dul closed his mouth again. Honestly, Lova's a sweet girl. Sweeter than Nina. Being approached by a girl and especially her upperclassman at the time made Dul special. There is a desire to do what his friends often do.

"Can, really," said Dul. This time the answer sounded more determined and confident.

"Yes already. See you tomorrow if so," said Lova, turning to her friend and nodding.

Dul again just nodded.

"I go first, yeah. You don't stay here too late" Lova said, chuckling.

"Not long, really. I'll be home soon" replied Dul. For some reason, after saying that he shuddered a little. Even his tone sounded different in his own ears. It's like it's not him.

Dul's back to the long table. The tail of her eyes still accompanied Lova's departure from that place. It seemed like Lova was so carefree because from a distance Dul could see the girl talking and laughing.

"Dul" call the Son.

Dul hasn't answered. His head was still turning to where the two girls were getting smaller from sight.

"Dul" call the Son again. "Gee!"

"Yes?!" Dul jerked.

"Who was the girl's name? Sweet," said the son.

"Lova," answered Dul, pulled her bag from the bench across the table and began to enter her IPA dictionary.

"Oh, youes if you forget," said the Son.

"Lova, Put," replied Dul, opening his bag and checking under the table if anything was left behind.

"Yowes I said .. if I forget nothing." Son patted Dul's back.

"Lova said! The lova! Pekak. And he ate full." Robin scratched the tissue and dumped it on the son.

To Be Continued