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"You seem busier lately," said Nethania, rebuking Nadia, who seemed to be scribbling on a piece of paper.
"Yeah, I'm planning to join the design team," said Nadia, still busy drawing patterns on the paper that was on the table.
"Ouh, the fashion show competition 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 race as a team, Nethania wasn't so enthusiastic until she saw Nadia doing the designs.
"Yes, but we are still selecting the design that will be used," said Nadia, rubbing her forehead, which felt a little sore.
"Ah, so there are several designers on your team?" Nethania asked, pulling up a chair and sitting across from Nadia.
"Yeah, that's how it is, even though I had high hopes for 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?"
"Yeah, and you know, one of the judges is Thomas Aquinas, he has the right to take 2 aspiring designers to join his college," Nadia said vehemently.
"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," Nadia answered, but it felt a little strange to Nethania since Nadia answered in a languid tone of voice.
Nethania lifted her face from the procedure, then she looked at Nadia, who turned out to be 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," Nadia said, making 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? Well, 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 that it had to be seen. Maintain the image of a designer, she really wants to walk on the catwalk as a model and designer.
"Please, no one deserves to use my designs in this school but you," Nadia said with sincerity, despite the arrogance in her words.
"OK,"
"Huh?"
"I said OK, but on one condition," Nethania said, popping her index finger in the air.
"What?" Nadia asked 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 knew that Nadia didn't like to compete. She also knew that Nadia tended to hide her ideas from people because she wanted 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.
"OK fine, I'll tell you everything that worries me, and what makes me happy about this race," Nadia said, leaning back against the back of her chair, then her eyes closed for a moment.
"I expect a lot from you," Nadia continued, 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 his age who seemed from another class. I was 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"
"Yang, 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," he said a little loudly so that it attracted the attention of the children in the class.
The article is Yosi is not the type of person who will speak loudly. In fact, they seldom hear Yosi's loud voice. Either out of embarrassment or whatever, this was clearly the first time they had 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. He's so lucky to be able to shake Nethania's hand!" hurry up the others too.
"Yes yes,"
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A series of whispers occurred during introductions, but they were simply ignored.
Yosi was still smiling happily. Her face looked so happy and happy. He even hung his hands in the air. "Thania's hands smell so good," Yosi said. The next second she kissed the palms of her own hands that had been shaking hands with Nethania earlier.
"Ah, thanks," Nethania said awkwardly, seeing Yosi's behaviour, but she ignored it and then turned to Arsha.
"Oh yeah, why did you call Nethania here?" Nethania asked, giving Arsha a smile.
"I almost forgot. When I'm with you, I forget everything, hehe," Arsha joked, 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