Secrets & Prejudice = Keep it secret, you will hurt
two knights

Today, our morning gymnastics was performed again. Very boring actually, always the same gymnastics every Saturday morning. The movements are exactly the same but done many times, how not to get bored. Teachers should add variety of songs and movements so that students can participate in gymnastics with a little more enthusiasm. Pake a K-pop hit song for example, will definitely be much more exciting.

Just like me, people move their bodies lazily. Everyone must have thought the same as me that this activity was not fun at all. They even looked for other activities. They must be very bored, seriously. I even saw someone who was sheltering in a tree because his position was standing at the very back. They would have slept there had the teachers not watched once in a while.

Some others were busy looking for their respective targets, some were already glaring at him for as long as possible. Somehow, maybe that way the person they like will be aware and reciprocate his love maybe, who knows.

Without even realizing it, I did the same, combing through the crowd to find Nanta. When I took the position I did not have time to follow him, so we separated like this. Very sad (Pretending to cry.)

Yet among the crowd, a pale-faced person caught my attention even more now. His body looks weak. His skin looks as white as snow, even in the pale category. I saw him while I was looking for Nanta. I failed to focus because he was the one standing right next to Nanta. The position that makes me jealous is actually okay.

I don't think that person is feeling well because he's moving slower than the others. Her movements are like grandmothers when she is still a teenager.

And my guess was right, he fainted after a few taps. With a reflex Nanta standing next to him caught the frail body before touching the ground. It was like a Korean drama. Honestly, I was so jealous to see it. To me, she was never that sweet. I immediately approached them when our escort teacher asked Nanta to take the child to the UKS room.

“Bu, can I accompany shinta?” I asked the beautiful teacher. He's nodding. I don't want to leave Nanta alone with this woman.

“Iya may, Nanta you bring Shinta to UKS, after which Alana who accompanies Shinta” orders with a soft voice. Of course, the teacher would not let the boys and girls in the same room alone.

I followed Nanta who was carrying Shinta carefully. I was shocked to see the other side of Nanta today. I always knew he was a good boy. She always helped me and was kind to me despite her annoying words and cold eyes. He obviously cares about me.

But this is the first time I've seen him care and willing to help others too. He is usually more often attracted to others. Realizing that, I knew something had changed from Ananta. He's grown up well.

And again, he looks more sincere and friendly when helping others. Ananta doesn't talk as shitty as when I'm with me.

Ah, I just feel like there's something wrong with how I feel today or am I just jealous?.

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Arriving at the UKS, I took care of Shinta as much as I could. Later the UKS officer will check it again so I will only justify his sleeping position and accompany him while in the UKS. I told Nanta to leave as soon as he dropped Shinta on the bed.

A few minutes later, the UKS officers came and deftly checked Shinta's condition.

"he's doing fine. Keep her company until she wakes up. When you wake up, give him the bread and tea on the table." said the officer pointed to the little hidden table. When he was done he left us and went back to the pitch to watch the other boys.

Now I and Shinta are left here. He was lying with a body that looked limp. I observed him to check if there were any injuries that needed to be treated. He still fell quite hard despite being held back by Nanta.

But I found no significant injury. I was more curious about the gauze wrapped around his wrist. Also plaster attached to the neck. I don't know what wound made him stick it there. It should have been a serious wound.

“What is your relationship with Tara?” shinta's first words she said with her eyes still closed made me glare a little. Him, talk?

I just kept quiet and didn't answer, honestly not because I was reluctant, but because I didn't know how to answer. Surprisingly I thought too hard to the point of just being quiet for a while.

“You ever kissed?” tanyanya frontal shortly after opening her eyes. I'm sure he must have thought a lot of bad things in his head to the point of daring to ask such personal questions. But how could he ask such a thing to someone else, to me, a person who was almost foreign to him, with a relaxed expression again.

I became nervous about it, still not finding the right answer. I was a little upset, because after being helped he said things that offended me.

“Ehm, it is impolite to ask about the personal life of others” I said I finally defended myself after being stared at intensely. I tried hard to think of an answer, but I dodged it in the end hoping that he would be quiet after this.

“Hahaha, never huh?” he said in a very satisfied tone mocking me. He said it like he had done it. His laughter suddenly sounded very annoying.

“If you like Ananta, I have advice anyway. Maybe you want to hear” He said lightly as if we were that close. This is the first time I have talked to him so much.

“Prepared disappointed yes, because she likes others.” He said with a face full of unnecessary empathy. Yeah, I can't believe it. The warning sentence he threw actually sounded like ‘Nanta mine, don't disturb’ in my ear.

“You like Nanta huh?” I asked her the meaning of her sentence just now.

“Hah?” again his smile mocked me.

“I have a higher taste than that” he said bragging. He pisses me off with his looks, his gestures and all his words. To the extent that I regret having empathized with the wounds on his hands and neck.

“Oh yes. You pretended to faint!!” my words came to my senses that he had been lying to us since then, and was wasting Nanta's energy carrying him. The sentence just now was at once to distract him from our increasingly unclear conversation.

“Hahaha, just sober. Stupid fuck” His laughter was crisp without showing the slightest guilt.

“Why lie?” ask again.

“males join morning gymnastics, again badmood” said without guilt has made us bother to take care of him since.

“why badmood?” manya curious. Oh come on, if you see that pale skin, that wound in the leger and that arm full of plaster and gauze, maybe you'll believe that he's really sick. Or he may be really sick, just hold it strong until it looks okay.

“Alanaa” said he imitated the way I spoke earlier.

“does not politely ask about the private life of others” he continued in the full tone that was there with me before. Ah, I was even more upset to hear that sentence being thrown at me. This brat. Sucks.