Chapter 9

"Take me to the restaurant first," asked July before getting into the car.

David walked faster, rushing to open the door. "Yes, miss."

July is in. seatbelts are on. July then reached into his phone in his bag. While July is busy with the phone, David's side is also seated and ready to roll.

There has been no conversation in here yet, each one only focused on what is right in front of the eye.

"Huh! "There was a snorting out of the nose of a girl sitting next to David.

It looks like her index fingers are still rapidly shifting the cellphone screen. No need to guess or guess, but news has spread so far. Almost all social media is currently talking about the breakdown of July's wedding. Online media, printing press, seems to be making a fortune to use that mess.

The two eyeballs, sloping about as they see how many messages and missed calls. Friends, coworkers, the manager, all trying to dial July's number.

"What is it, miss? "Asked David. Looking at July's insecurity certainly makes David feel uncomfortable.

Jualy didn't provide an answer. He kept fiddlingq§q with his cell phone screen. Slide it down, a moment later slide it up again. As you can see, July's curl fingers are torturing that grey object.

"Open the windshield for me! "July aAcommand.

"For what, miss?"

"Dont too much asking." July glanced sharply, leaving David unable to resist.

Hurry David pressed the button around the dash. Glass Window simply slide down perfectly open. David's still trying to stay focused. However, David must also be alert to what July will do.

A frown on the part of a hardened jaw no doubt caused a nervous reaction. This girl next to him looks like she's about to do something.

Wush! Prak!

That sounds about right. David screamed for a moment and almost pulled the car over on the spur of the moment. The flat object called the cellphone, had drifted away and died instantly. It is not surprising that the flattened object died a violent death. Crushed into parts as you can see July right now, if you must know.

"Why waste it, miss? "Asked David. Although, to be honest, his heart was beating really hard, but David did everything he could to try to control his breathing.

"Doesn't matter. "That's the only answer out of July's mouth.

Ten minutes later after the destruction and death of the cellphone, the car that David and July was carrying was parked behind the campus building.

July is quiet, and he seems reluctant to leave his seat. Her lips moved as if he were rubbing a hard, white row inside. David knows, maybe July wasn't sure of his decision to go to college today.

"Are you all right, Miss?" asked David.

July remained silent, her eyes emptying straight at someone who halved it out there.

"Miss." David patted July on his shoulder.

July is excited. July shuddered and quickly scooped up her face. Hairdressing, dropping the paste on her shoulder until she reaches his chest, July drew a moment's breath. Exhale slowly, preparing yourself before the spotlight's out there.

Glek!

David opened the door. Before the feet take turns descending, July says first, "Don't you open the door for me. If you want to go down, just go down. Just wait somewhere. You should be in the car by 11:00."

David nodded, then let July open the car door himself. David could see, before the two legs fell, David could vaguely hear a sigh. Until in the end the two feet really tread perfectly on the asphalt. Standing up later, July swept around her eyes. Hold the bag properly, close the car door then walk.

Of course, July still feels a tremendous jolt of expansion right now.

Looking at the master's shrinking body, David sighed. Pity for that girl is real. Especially before this painful event, July too has been disappointed by a man. Actually David knows about the past of July of dad. Because I think we should know more about the employer before working with someone.

Drt! Drt! Drt!

The cell phone in the trouser pocket vibrated. The gaze on Miss July was suddenly shattered. Far away, July's figure was nowhere to be seen. Then David lifted himself a little higher, pulled his back to the grasshopper until his palms reached the cell phone, which was still on but not vibrating.

"Viola?"

A person's name on the screen clearly. David's reflexes squeaked then tapped his forehead slowly and opened the text.

(Viola)

'where are you? Today's gonna take me to my new college, right?'

Once again, David tapped his own forehead. It's nine o 'clock, and David should be home picking up the lovebirds. Today's Viola that early got into a new college, and as a lover of course David should be able to accompany.

(David)

'I'm on my way.'

That's how David typed it. Lying to stop the lover from sulking. But how can you ask for permission for July. July is probably in class right now.

"It's okay if I stay a while. July must be taking lessons. "After muttering to himself, David then turns the engine on, turning the car around to the home of the waiting gilfriend.

It seems David's hunch was wrong. The July he thought was going to class, in fact, was still walking aimlessly. Even his classes near the library have been missed since before. He could not even ignore the stares of some of the other students. Whisper and click only on July as the wind passes.

The figure of friend that July considers as a friend now joined in with the unappreciative look that July flashed before him. July clearly remembers that his two friends disappeared during the chaos that occurred during his failed wedding. That's when July did not see them as friends anymore.

Sometimes their eyes - they're so weird. If they pout because of the failure of the wedding, maybe they won't look this hard. There could be something else that made them seem disgusted with July's figure. But what?

July's footsteps end up treading in the park behind the campus building. There's no one here. Only the old trees are still perched very strongly. Acacia trees as well as berkian trees.

July, sit. Sitting on a long chair with dry leaves on it. Without sweeping it, July itself sat on it.

July looked up. Staring into the blue of the sky in the sun over the leafy roots of the west. That beautiful sky was directly opposite to the angel under the banyan tree. Nobody gives a shit around here. Everything feels fake.

Dad, mom, David, Dion and the servants in his house, do they care? Or are they just feeling bad? If this is the case of July as a victim, then why do all the people's views seem to blame July's figure.

"Nothing is sincere! "July is bluffing. One leg beats a dry twig to crack. "No true heart. "July looked down on the green grass the ants went through.

Will there be life like a swarm of ants? Together, never leave each other?

None for a girl named July. It's a terrible thought, but it's true.

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