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"You seem busier lately," said Nethania, rebuking Nadia, who seemed to be scribbling on a piece of paper.
"Yes, I plan to join the design team," said Nadia, still busy drawing patterns on the paper on the table.
"Oh, jump on the fashion show, huh?" Nethania asked enthusiastically.
The girl's eyes widened with excitement at what she had just learned from Nethania. Even though she had previously heard from several people talking about the competition as a team, Nethania was not so enthusiastic until she saw Nadia doing the design.
"Yes, but we are still selecting the design that will be used," said Nadia, massaging her forehead, which felt a little sore.
"Ah, so there are several designers on your team?" Nethania asked, pulling a chair and sitting across from Nadia.
"Yeah, that's right, even though I expected a lot from this race," complained Nadia laying her head on the table, then her head tilted slightly to the side, and she looked at Nethania.
"You want to go to a design school in Paris, right?"
"Yes, and you know, one of the judges is Thomas Aquinas. He has the right to take 2 prospective designers to join his college," said Nadia excitedly.
"Wow, oh yeah, that's not an inter-school competition, is it? It's a free competition, isn't it?" Nethania asked furiously.
After reading the brochure on Nadia's desk, Nethania realized the competition her friend was referring to.
"Yes," answered Nadia, but it felt a little strange to Nethania because Nadia answered in a languid tone of voice.
Nethania lifted her face from the procedure, then she looked at Nadia, who was looking at her with teary eyes full of hope.
He sighed, even though he knew what Nadia would say, he still asked softly.
"Why? do you need anything?" Nethania asked, pinching Nadia's cheek exasperatedly.
"Awh... I'm short on team members," said Nadia with a sad face at Nethania.
"Then?" Nethania pretended not to understand. She wanted to see Nadia ask her directly.
"I need you as a model. I already have a team of 3 people who will help me make it," said Nadia explaining her wish to Nethania.
"You want me to be a model? Why not just you? isn't that better because you have a more ideal posture than what I am?" Nethania asked, frowning.
Nadia doesn't usually ask herself to model her own design. Usually, he will be a designer plus a model because he does have the ability to be a model.
"I thought so too, but after I considered it, wouldn't it be better if I just appeared as a designer? Yes, I don't want to sound like I want to rule everything in the eyes of Thomas Aquinas," Nadia said sullenly. She really felt sad because it had to be seen maintain the image of a designer, even though he really wants to walk on the catwalk as a model and designer.
"I beg you, no one deserves to use my design in this school other than you," said Nadia with sincerity, even though there was arrogance in her sentence.
"Okay,"
"Huh?"
"I said okay, but on one condition," Nethania said, popping her index finger in the air.
"What?" asked Nadia enthusiastically.
"Be more open with me about this race because if you're hiding something from me, then I'll be disappointed in you," Nethania said with a tired sigh.
Nethania knows that Nadia doesn't like to compete. She also knows that Nadia tends to hide her ideas from people because she wants to look great alone. However, Nadia had no other choice but to agree to Nethania's terms. After all, telling Nethania the details wouldn't cost her anything.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything that worries me and what makes me happy about this race," said Nadia leaning against the back of the chair, then her eyes closed for a moment.
"I expect a lot from you," Nadia said next, turning to Nethania. A smile was full of the broadest meaning on his thick lips.
"Hem, let's fight together!" Nethania said excitedly.
*
"Arsha, what's wrong?" Nethania is now in class 12 physics1.
It was Nethania's lover class, Arsha.
Earlier, when he talked about the competition, someone sent a message to him that Arsha wanted to meet him in class.
Without any suspicion or irritation, Nethania went to her lover's class.
"Come here," Arsha said, waving to Nethania, who was at the door while she was in the middle of the class.
Arsha seemed to be discussing something with a girl and a guy of the same age. I dunno, Nethania wasn't so sure because she didn't know everyone except the really flashy ones.
Nethania returned to comply with her lover's wishes, walking closer while returning greetings from Arsha's classmates with a sweet smile and occasionally greeting back.
"Sit down, dear," Arsha said, pulling a chair for Nethania. "Thanks"
"Which, this is Yosi. Are you acquainted?" asked Arsha politely.
Although his eyes suggested Nethania should get acquainted, he held it in because he didn't want Nethania to feel ordered by him.
"Sure," Nethania replied, nodding and holding out her hand to Yosi.
"Nethania Calum, you can call me Netha or Thania," Nethania said, introducing herself.
Yosi's stiff face brightened. He was sweet and then shook Nethania's hand with enthusiasm. "My name is Yosi Anita Rahma, please call me whatever you want," she said a little loudly so that it attracted the attention of the children in the class.
Yosi is not the type of person who will talk loudly. In fact, they seldom hear Yosi's loud voice. Either out of embarrassment or whatever, this was clearly the first time they'd heard Yosi's loud voice apart from the teacher's orders.
"Ah, it turns out that one of the beautiful girls in our class was nervous when she met the school nymph!" cried one of the boys who were gathered near the teacher's desk.
"Envy .. " replied the other chimed in.
"Well, so am I. She's so lucky to be able to shake Nethania's hand!" hurry up the others too.
"you right,"
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A series of whispers occurred during introductions, but they were simply ignored.
Yosi was still smiling brightly, her face looking so happy and happy. He even hung his hands in the air. "Thania's hands smell so good," said Yosi. The next second she kissed her own palm, which had been shaking hands with Nethania earlier.
"Ah, thanks," Nethania said awkwardly, seeing Yosi's behavior, but she ignored it and then turned to Arsha.
"Oh yeah, why did you call then here?" Nethania asked, giving Arsha a smile.
"I almost forgot. When I'm with you, I forget everything, hehe," joked Arsha, to which Nethania and Yosi responded well.
"So?" Nethania asked, laughing lightly at Arsha's rant.
"So you see, Yosi and I are now_."
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TBC