16 Inviting Nizam to the Dance Party

Alena is nervous and confused about how this time she can escape Jonathan's obsession. Although Jonathan has never had physical contact with her, he has made a strong effort to get her to chat. When Alena was suddenly confused, Suddenly there was someone who hit Jonathan from behind. Jonathan's body swayed forward while screaming in surprise. "Oh, shit .." he said. He felt his back wet with the sticky liquid

"Oh, Jonathan .. I'm sorry. I accidentally bumped into you and spilled my orange juice ice cream on your shirt." Cyntia said while showing a face full of regret. She is holding Jonathan's shirt which is soaked and sticky. Alena covered her mouth in amusement and once again praised Cyntia's cleverness. She knew for sure Cyntia was doing it on purpose so that she could get away from Jonathan.

"How could this be?" Jonathan gave Cyntia an annoyed look.

"My leg is tripping on its own. Oh, come on Jonathan don't make me feel so guilty, look all the eyes on us and it's as if I'm the accused of a murder case. Let's go to the laundry room and I'll wash it for you." Cyntia said as she pulled Jonathan's hand away from Alena and asked him out. Although annoyed, Jonathan has no other choice, so he followed Cynthia forcefully.

After Jonathan and Cyntia left the cafeteria room returned to normal. They thought that the commotion earlier was an ordinary incident. Alena stepped back closer to Nizam. Nizam seemed calm reading, whether he was disturbed or not by the chaos that happened or not, Alena didn't have time to pay attention.

"Ehem ... Alena cleared her throat. Nizam lowered the book he was reading from his sight. He looked up at Alena with an indifferent glance. Alena was a little frightened. Her hands were shaking a little .. her coffee almost spilled.

"Eumm .. may I sit next to you?" Asked Alena.

Nizam seemed to frown. "After earlier, you made a fuss over there, you mean you want to make a fuss here too?" Nizam's voice sounded cold as snow in December.

Alena swallowed hard stiffly and tried to be ignorant. She immediately sat in the chair in front of Nizam.

"I'm running out of chairs .. so I want to sit here, this chair and table is not yours." Said Alena trying to argue.

"But I feel annoyed. You don't see what, I'm reading a book." Nizam's voice remained as cold as a block of ice. Even the look in his eyes could not be separated from the book he was reading.

In confusion, Alena accidentally rubbed her lips with her index finger. Nizam seemed to be looking with the corner of his eye from the side of the book. Nizam's face turned slightly red without Alena noticing.

"But I have something to say." Alena finally said.

"Say fast .." Nizam finally closed his book and his fingers grabbed the coffee cup in front of him and drank its contents. Alena stared at Adam's apple which flew up and down following the movement of the coffee water that fell through Nizam's throat. Alena was shivering to hold back the flavors that teased her lust.

Alena's gaze also fell under her Adam's apple and she looked at Nizam's chest. Alena doesn't know what happened this time, it seems that Nizam forgot to button his top shirt. And as a result, chest hair peeking freely under his shirt. Alena was biting her lip tightly. She tried to get rid of the stifling feeling that came over him like an unwelcome guest.

"Why are you even silent?" Nizam said in a slightly high tone.

Alena gasped as if hearing thunder and She immediately said haltingly: "I want to invite you to the dance and I want you to be my partner at the party?" Finally, Alena expressed her wish immediately without having time to make any more tactics.

"Sorry Alena, you better not invite me. I don't like going to such events. It's not my culture and I don't think it's yours either," Nizam said sharply.

Alena is getting cornered and tries to defend herself.

"But later we won't have to dance, we'll just watch them drinking and talking," Alena said softly, she was getting desperate.

"I'm also not in the mood to chat with you especially in the middle of a dance party, sorry Alena. I can't stay long. I have business with my writing supervisor." Nizam seemed to take his book and stood up and was ready to walk away. But Alena tried to hold it while holding Nizam's arm.

Nizam gasped in surprise, reflexively he removed Alena's hand from his arm.

"Alena, didn't I already say that you have to keep your distance from me, especially to hold my hand? I don't like you doing that." Nizam's voice sounded very upset. His face held anger and he immediately left Alena.

Alena stood still, her heart completely shattered to pieces. Her efforts were in vain, her hopes were dashed like a dandelion in the wind drifting wildly. In her despair, she vowed to erase Nizam's name forever in her heart. Unconsciously, Alena's tears dripped one by one, wetting her cheeks.