Fall In Love's
Episode 9

"Immy!! Oh, my God, I miss you so much."

Derain's loud voice made Imel grimace, his ears hurt as Derain screamed like that.  He had just entered school, but was greeted by the sound of Derain actually making the ears hurt.

Derain immediately hugged Imel who was just about to sit on his stool. Imel's body staggered slightly from Derain, fortunately Imel could hold it back otherwise, maybe they would both fall into a ridiculous state.

"Derain, pain," great-grandson Imel felt out of breath as Derain hugged him so tightly.

Derain let go of his embrace, and shook the horse at Imel. "Hehehe.., I miss you anyway. Well, even if only two days did not enter. But– I'm lonely."

Imel shook his head in wonder. "There-there's you. At least as long as I don't go in, you're cool with Geri right? Oh, my shit."

Derain gawked and shook his head quickly. "Eh— is not. Lack of work what found a guy."

Imel eye-inclined intimidatingly. He felt that Derain was lying. There's no way Derain would be hypocritical of his heart. The mouth may lie, but the eyes and heart cannot lie. Geri, is the next-class guy that Derain secretly admires. Derain said, Geri is paraible, and moreover the person is sweet-tempered. This is what makes Derain fascinated by that fit.

"Your eyes are easy to guess Derain, it's easy if you like the hunt to say it will be taken by people lo," said Imel.

Derain hissed, then pinched Imel's nose in a fit of rage. "Lo too times, Imel. Shun told Excel. If you like him. Use the show to make paper planes all over again."

Imel nodded, then stroked his nose. "Sick to know," decak Imel.

"Say like it is not easy, especially Sis Excel seems very indifferent." Imel's mind floated up during the incident in the corridor of that time. The time he and Regi were about to go to the cafeteria, and cross paths with Excel.

"It's not a problem, Mel. Some of the cute guys are more challenging, deh," said Derain smiling.

"Whatever, huh. I want to write again, and go to the journalistic room. Long time no go there," said Imel and sat on his lap, then he took out a book from the bag.

"Not send to Excel anymore?" ask Derain.

"Abis nulis to new mading to Kak Excel," replied Imel.

"Write it until your name is the same as Excel's sister's name is written in the marriage book" Derain chirped.

"Aaminn," said Imel giggling.

"Jeez, it's the baby girl."

Imel responded to Derain's remarks by sticking out his tongue, mocking. Then, he returned to his activities. Imel's pen danced on the paper, Imel occasionally tapped the pen to the forehead. He is rethinking ideas that are suitable for his poetry this time.

In the evening, I wrote a story.

Not a love story or a lie.

It's all about my life, though,

which is no longer the same.

Everything changes with time.

I live in pain, and drama.

Remembering me, the times where I still felt warmth.

Warmth of a family.

Here I just want to tell you, and say, that I miss the warmth of my parents.

Because there is no place as warm as family harmony.

I.m-

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Imel is now in the journalistic room. As usual, Imel will deposit his work to be displayed in the school mading. In addition, Imel wants everyone to know that the world of literacy must be improved, given that today reading levels in the millennial era are very rare most children now prefer to play online games rather than reading.

"Jeez, Mel. I want to read this writing. Tumben really you send to us the writing of kek gini. I usually write love." Derka so excited when reading the writings of Imel sent to the journalistic room.

Imel just smiled shyly. According to him, Derka is a bit excessive. "Sir, it's a normal time. Imel's part is also a nulis kayak that."

"The party that carries the benefits of its name" said Derka.

Imel laughed amusedly in response to Derka's remark. "Sister, this may be the last time I send you another piece."

Derka was surprised when Imel suddenly said that. "Lohs... Mel. Wh why? Don't you like this hobby?"

"No, Brother. Imel just want to vacuum first, briefly doang really," said Imel smiling forcefully.

"Lo's got a problem, Mel?" ask Derka to worry.

Imel shook his head. "No, Brother. Imel wants to take a break from the world of literacy and journalism. Take it easy, brother, Imel must be back. Because by writing, Imel can reveal everything that is hidden in my heart."

Derka just fell silent, he was trying to examine Imel's words. If that's what Imel wants, Derka can't force either. That is the right of Imel.

"If it's your decision. I can't afford to deny. But– comes here often, yes. The journalism room will always be open to you" said Derka smiling.

Imel smile. He was grateful that there were still good people to him. "False, Brother. Brother Derka is very good."

"Yes, Brother. Back then, yeah. There is business that has not been spread," added Imel.

Derka nodded her head. "Yes, Mel. Thanks for always being there for school."

"Yes, Brother. Imel first, drugs." Imel got up from the chair, and walked out.

Right now, Imel was intending to head for the school locker. More precisely, to an Excel locker. His usual routine was to send a paper plane and hope Excel would read it all the time.

I looked around the locker. He had to make sure that there was no one else but him. Quickly, Imel took out the paper plane from his skirt pocket. Before inserting the object into the locker gap, Imel first checked the paper plane. Safe, not scuffed one bit.

However, when Imel was about to enter the object in the shape of the plane. His hand was suddenly blocked by someone. Of course Imel was surprised and dropped his paper plane.

"Finally, I met the guy behind this paper plane."

Imel's eyes rounded perfectly. "Sister Excel...."

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