Chapter 6

"Nayana!"

"Nayana!"

"Nayana!"

Has that Nareswara now turned into an alarm clock because he screams like this? I don't care and still won't get up to open the balcony door and see his face. I was still sleepy from working on a difficult math problem yesterday until I stayed up late. Luckily the problem was finished even though I wasn't sure about the correctness of the answer. The most important thing is that I have tried very hard to solve this problem.

Talking about mathematics makes me feel like the incarnation of Albert Einstein even though my brain is far from being a genius. Ah, how happy people who are good at mathematics are, once they blink they're done.

"Nay wake up!"

I had just entered the beautiful world of the world, but the sound of Nareswara's scream made me wake up and return to the real world. I exhaled and sat on the bed ruffling my hair. I want to skip school now because I'm still very sleepy. My eyes looked at the digital clock which showed half past six in the morning and I had to immediately get ready to go to school. Wait, today is Monday and school is closed because the teacher council has training for one day. Ah, luckily I remembered. If not then I will get the nickname of a model student who comes to school even though school is closed.

My heart was moved to serve Nareswara who seemed to still be on the balcony of his room. Sure enough, he was still on the balcony when I opened the curtains and when he saw me, he immediately waved and smiled as if we were just getting along. Maybe according to him, but not according to me. There are boundaries that I make and I feel like only I can see these boundaries because I made the boundaries.

He told me to open the balcony but I didn't obey him and moved to sit on a study desk chair by opening the window. Opening the window in the morning is very good for health because the air will change. As well as seeing what reaction or performance Nareswara will do this morning. By the way, I haven't seen him on the balcony like this for a long time. Honestly, I like this moment because we haven't been like this for a long time.

Gosh, I was drooling or something like this moment. Ok, sober Nayana.

Then I tied my hair in a ponytail and opened a strange book because this wasn't my notebook. My fingers opened the book and found Garvi's name on the back of the book cover. This is Garvi's book and in this book, he writes about basketball-related things and this is the third book. A smile broke out when I saw my name written here. He wrote my name very beautifully and ended with a heart. He's secretly cute.

I was interested in the poem he wrote at the end of the book and this is the first time I have seen this poem. Since when could he write a poem?

Hibiscus will always be hibiscus

Because I won't make you lose my shoes

If I lose my shoes then my feet will hurt

I will take care of it very well

It would be a loss if I lost it

"Who is this poem for? Why do I feel like this poem is me because I like hibiscus flowers."

I was quiet thinking but the child on the balcony opposite was very disturbing and made my concentration break instantly. Even on this sunny morning because of the school holidays, he looked annoying.

"Let's run together like yesterday, come on," he said with a cute face. Just so you know, he is good at seducing people with his handsome face which is made beautiful and cute like that.

Fall silent. I feel like I often get invitations like this from someone and I always say yes because it feels fun to run with people I know well. Unfortunately, that person is now just a painful, bad memory.

However, there would be nothing wrong if I accepted Nareswara's offer to go jogging in the morning, but I was afraid that my feelings would be hurt, so I answered, "Nares, I want to exercise in the morning but not by running." It's not very good if I keep running because it will make me lose a lot of breath due to shortness of breath and I'm afraid I'll take out my anger on Nareswara.

"How about jumping rope," he offered and there was some mischief in there. Surely he will jump rope with rubber bands.

I shook my head because I have a phobia of rubber bands. He knows that I have a phobia of rubber bands but he keeps pranking me with rubber bands like last night. Now he wants to tease me again.

"How about cycling together?"

I nodded in agreement and immediately stood up from sitting to wash my face and brush my teeth. I'm a person who won't shower when I'm going to exercise because it's no use wasting water, and I end up sweating from exercise. Very inefficient and wasteful. I'll take a shower when I'm done exercising.

In the end, I enjoyed Monday morning cycling with Nareswara. His presence back wasn't so bad even though I didn't like him. There was a feeling of slight relief when he saw him return home in good health. I'm not lying, sometimes I think about his and Betari's life in Seoul. Does the city treat the twins well or treat them badly and worse, don't even think they exist.

Yes, I am a person who is proud enough to tell them about my worries. Even though Nareswara is very annoying, he is still my friend and I can feel worried about him like I was worried about Betari and Garvi before.

This morning Nareswara also told a lot while pedaling his bicycle and I heard him very well. He said that returning here was not someone else's wish and that it was more suitable to live in Indonesia. The same reason means he didn't lie about why he returned to North Jakarta.

"There is one interesting thing and this is one of the reasons I came back here," he said quietly and I strained my ears so I wouldn't fall when I heard what Nareswara had to say.

"I got a lot of inheritance in Indonesia and no inheritance at all in Korea."

I immediately burst out laughing and what he said could be true, it could also be a joke because his father, who is from Solo, was indeed the son of a rich man in Solo and owned several businesses. Meanwhile, Nareswara's mother, Mrs. Kim Hwa Young, is only the daughter of a former office employee at a private company that is not very big. Maybe the rupiah is not much when converted into won, but still, Nareswara's father has the family name Dierja.

Dierja is a hereditary rich family from Solo. A respected family in Solo.