Chapter 016

Can I expect more this time? Especially the guy I like is in the same room as me. Even so, we were like strangers trapped in a place and not talking to each other. I tried to break the cold atmosphere that became the barrier by clearing my throat several times.

But instead, the man preferred to occupy himself with his cellphone after telling me that he would be staying at my house for a while because of the rain. It really doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if it takes up to a year, I'm actually happy with it. But he? I don't know, just the look on his face showed that he was cursing a lot from the rain that didn't know the time.

Not wanting to linger in that awkward situation, I prefer to make him hot chocolate. As I know, he likes hot chocolate as much as I do.

"Senior, here's hot chocolate for you." Finally, he managed to take his eyes off his cellphone.

He looked at me alternately with the hot chocolate, I saw he corrected his sitting style then grabbed the glass of hot chocolate.

"Thanks."

That short? But it doesn't matter, I'm still happy that he drank it.

"Ehm, senior, was your first semester difficult?"

He turned to me even if only briefly, "it depends, if you are lazy it will be difficult."

Well, he's right. Actually I'm not asking that completely because I want to dispel the cold atmosphere between us, but I also want to know a little leak that I will face in the future.

I'm just afraid that if I disappoint my mother, she has put a lot of hope in me. Again, I actually haven't told my mother that I'm majoring in literature. I know mom will be angry, because she wants me to major in informatics engineering. Hell, my brain doesn't want me to torture it any further. In the first month of literature, I think it's almost exploded, there really isn't a major with an easier subject.

"Did senior take another major again?"

"Art," was that short of his reply? Even so, I still nodded in agreement.

"Art must be fun, huh?"

"That's how it is."

As expected, he would have answered it with just one word.

Silence hit again, only the sound of rain coming from outside and the keyboard typing that Alaska typed, whether he sent a message to whom, I don't know.

"Um, I want to ask your opinion. First, it's not my problem but a friend of my friend's problem. She took a major that her parents didn't want her to take, then she didn't tell her parents that she took that major because her parents told her to major in informatics engineering—"

"Is that your friend's story or yours?"

"Eh?" He cut me off with his correct guess. I rubbed the nape of my neck, the look on my face now explained that I was just making up and scapegoating friends from friends.

"I just-"

"Just go ahead and focus on one point you want to achieve, if you succeed your parents won't hold back anymore." My head nodded in understanding, I also had time to think like that actually, it's just that I always feel afraid of failure.

"But, what if I fail and can't live up to my mother's expectations?"

Alaska didn't answer right away, he put down the glass containing half of the hot chocolate. We sat sideways but were limited by one empty sofa. He really kept his distance from me.

"If you think so, then you will fail." My eyes widen, damn I always think of such a failure.

"Why is that?"

"Because you always prioritize your bad thoughts that make you not want to try further, because you already think that in the end you will fail."

Wow, it turns out that his mindset is two times better than mine, I feel happy because I get a little motivation from him. But, surely I'm not the only one, right, who gets spicy motivation from him?

My smile widens and he just shrugs his shoulders, re-busy himself playing cell phones with me who's been thinking everywhere.

"I'm not wrong to like you, senior." Idiot, I've told him that many times.

He turned back and met our eyes, my smile hasn't faded even though he didn't respond at all to what I said.

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Author POV

Angel turned on her television, which had only been idle watching the two of them have a short chat. The girl chose to watch a comedy channel that made her laugh out loud, her shrill voice made Alaska close his eyes while hissing softly. That girl is talkative, Alaska knows. Even so, no doubt the corners of his lips rose, not because of the television program, but Angel who hilariously clapped her hands every time she laughed out loud.

Of course Angel didn't notice every little smile that Alaska didn't realize was showing because of it.

Feeling tired of laughing, it turns out that Angel fell asleep on the sofa sideways and made her hands a pillow. The comedy show was enough to make her stomach churn randomly until beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Until the sound of screaming from her mother that made Angel couldn't help but open her eyelids.

"Ah, mom. I'm so sleepy, for a moment I still want to sleep." Angel's hoarse voice whining made the mother intervene by throwing a jab at her head.

"Sleepy you say? Look at the clothesline outside you just let it get soaked. How can you relax here without noticing it!"

Both of her eyes successfully rounded perfectly, she reminded her of Leo's alma mater which he was drying outside. Angel cursed herself for her carelessness, she immediately got up when she found her mother had stepped into her room.

She stopped when she felt a jacket fall at her feet. Wait, that jacket looks familiar to her.

"Who put it on my leg?" Angel asked herself. In a year she did not use anything to cover her knees while sleeping. Well, she did wear pants above the knee.

Ting!

A message came into her cell phone that was on the table.

From : Unknown number

["Bring my jacket tomorrow, you don't need to wash it."]

She was silent for a few seconds, feeling like she didn't understand what was going on. Until she realized what made her cheeks flush.

"AAAAAAAAA ALASKA!!"

Shee reflexively hugged the jacket with the scent of the body from Alaska that made her addicted. Angel even sniffed the jacket aggressively, the smile on her lips didn't fade at all.

"Don't shout! Hurry up and grab the wet clothesline outside!" Her mother's screams made her imagination stop.

"Damn, I'm dead!"