Chapter 03

Making a canteen as her main outlet after an embarrassing incident some time ago. Really, Violin didn't expect that the red stain would be on the back of her knee-length skirt. Luckily the skirt she was wearing was dark, not blue like other high schools. Understandably, the school she was in was elite.

Repeatedly forcing her mind not to wander back to that incident, where she repeatedly cursed herself, to the point that she ignored a man who was standing with a tray of food in his hand.

"Hey, can I sit here?" There was no answer or a small reply that aired from Violin's lips, making the man roll his eyes in embarrassment before returning to his voice while waving his hand in front of Violin's face.

"Can you hear me? I'm sitting here, okay?"

Her round eyes blinked a few times before looking up and finding the presence of a tall and quite handsome man. Then, raising an eyebrow, the girl made a question mark.

"I want to sit here, is that okay?" Repeat again. Violin shifted her body position, giving an accent so the man could land his buttocks beside Violin.

"Thanks." He said as he put the tray on the table and landed himself there.

Only an awkward silence fell on them. Err, maybe only the man felt it, because the girl who was nearby was busy with food and her thoughts were changing back and forth. Rotating his brain while looking for a sentence that might invite a speaker between the two of them.

"Oh well, you know, my name is Haikal." Holding out his right hand which was greeted quickly by Violin, but only briefly.

"I'm Violin." She replied briefly, she returned to focus on her food which had not succeeded in making her forget the embarrassing incident some time ago.

"Vio, I can call you that right?"

Violin turned her head with an expressionless face, "That's my nickname."

His lips pressed together tightly, smiling awkwardly as he rubbed the nape of his neck. Inwardly he cursed himself, maybe because he was too clumsy but still trying to maintain an image that ended up embarrassing him.

"By the way, we are classmates."

"Hmm."

Haikal's gaze slowly drew towards Violin, why was she so hard to approach? Unlike other girls who even always chase him non-stop. If asked whether he likes the violin or not, the answer is probably no. Haikal is like that, always seducing many girls which ends up making him chased relentlessly. However, why did it feel like when he approached this girl there was no space given for her, and why did the cold man who she really disliked so easily get Violin's attention.

"You and Leo know each other, don't you? I saw you didn't stop talking to him." The iron spoon between her fingers slowly slipped away, leaving it lying on the tray. Her eyes turned, looking at the man beside her with a flat gaze.

"Inviting people to chat doesn't mean you have to know each other right?" Violin asked who sounded like sarcasm.

"Yeah, but I see, you're not awkward with him. I mean, too friendly to be able to chat at the first meeting." Reply Haikal. Violin snorted in disgust as she rolled her eyes in embarrassment.

"That's what you think. In fact, he didn't reply to what I said at all, so it seemed that I was just talking to myself." Giving a sarcastic smile before packing her tray of food which then made her get up from there. Haikal sneered annoyed, for the first time there was a woman who wanted to leave him alone first, was the world turning upside down?

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"I still don't want to, papa's favorite child needs that position more than me."

Disconnecting the phone unilaterally, returned to sinking his smartphone in his trouser pocket. He took a deep breath before taking out a gum with his favorite strawberry flavor.

If life were all about choices, Leo would probably ask for a lot and turn down some of the things he doesn't want. He is like being bound by a strong chain that does not let him step and choose his own choice. It feels like everyone closest to him is forcing him to do this and that, without asking what he wants to achieve, or what his dreams are. His father even always restrained him which made him frustrated and ignored his surroundings. Since attending junior high school, his father has always restrained him from satisfying all his own goals without knowing that the child's mentality is no longer fine, giving a bad impact that makes him a colder person, will vent his anger by throwing various kinds of objects at his disposal. in his room.

Visiting a psychiatrist can help him enough to ward off the emotions that are always lodged in his body every day. Suggest him to chew gum which will make him calmer and his emotions will decrease slowly.

He was numb, making himself never shed tears all this time, it felt like everything was in vain. It was enough that three years ago he had spit out that clear liquid without stopping, and no one was beside him, calming him down and giving him a backrest as a place to complain. No one cares about him, only a forced demand that he always receives every day, and he always tries to ignore it, regardless of the risks he will receive.

"Here it turns out, the school bell has already rung. Don't you want to go home?" A woman's voice that annoyed him a few hours ago came back, against a medium-sized black bag in her hand, which clearly belonged to Leo.

Her limbs stepped closer to Leo, inviting a flat stare from the man.

"By the way, what are you doing on the roof? You didn't go to class last hour." Instead of answering or thanking Violin for bringing his bag, the man just moved his hand and grabbed the bag quickly, unzipped his bag and then took his gray hoodie from inside. Put it on quickly and don't forget to attach a hood that makes his face more covered.

Violin gulped her saliva hard, looked at the tall body that was not tall with her body. The gray hoodie he just wore adds a cold impression which somehow makes Violin interested to see it a little longer. Her brain returned to spinning on that morning's events, where Leo's presence locked her eyes, thinking about it during the trip, and without warning beforehand, they were reunited in the same class.

"You want to go home already?" Leo's steps stopped when he heard the question that escaped from Violin's mouth.

"Yes," he answered briefly without turning his head, making Violetn pout in annoyance before asking again, "can I know more about you?"

His tall body turned his head, giving him an intimidating look with one eyebrow raised.

"For what?"

"Just wanna know." Violin replied while flashing her happy smile.

"Nothing special about me, forget it."