The Desire of the Cold Militant
Really stuck together
"Sorry, you...?"
Nadine asked in a slightly nervous voice.
Azlan immediately turned his head towards the girl, he was seen putting on a very strange face, the man frowned slightly and then said.
"Can't we use formal language when we're not at work, Nad?"
The man spoke in a slightly objected tone because from the beginning the girl was constantly using language that was so rigid.
You, me, sir, miss and somehow Azlan was reluctant to explain one by one.
"sorry"
Nadine spoke as her eyeballs continued to trace the man's left arm.
It was quite difficult because since Azlan had been moving, he tried to turn his body and his gaze, down the room and still hoping to find a secret door, he said, secret windows or other secret holes that could get them out of there tonight.
Long enough Azlan tried to walk through the room until finally the man approached Nadine again.
"I can't find the slightest bright spot for us to get out of here"
The tone of the man's voice seemed to be full of regret, quite confused how to explain it to Nadine because she could not get a way for them to get out.
"No problem, we can sleep here"
Nadine spoke while closing her legs, she thought why the night the weather was getting colder?!.
Usually, a room that is long uninhabited should feel hot and stuffy, but the room feels so cold and humid.
Azlan glanced towards Nadine, could he see like her the girl was cold.
"Is it cold?"
The man asked slowly, not looking at Nadine, preferring to focus his gaze forward.
"He em"
Suddenly Azlan spoke while looking at the girl, she tried to stretch out her hand and wait for the girl to return her hand.
As Nadine stared at Azlan's left arm, this time she actually clearly saw the scar.
Slowly the beautiful fingers of the girl touched the left arm of the man.
"When where did you go to high school?"
Nadine asked suddenly, she removed her fingers from Azlan's arm, the girl asked as she raised her head.
Getting such a question made Azlan stare at Nadine's face for some time.
"MA ?"
Azlan grumbled his forehead.
He's thinking about his high school, Kamarin, elite schools with perfect test results to be able to get there and in the contents of the average of its students in addition to the obvious achievements of their parents have thick pockets.
although Azlan was not from a lower-class family, he hated the rule that only people with money were allowed to enter the school.
Smart, above average, have connections and thick pockets.
No wonder Bill Rowland holds a grudge of his own while in their High School.
Though Azlan does not use his connections and family name, he hides his family identity until graduation.
good values because Azlan's brain works well and given grace by God.
But Bill Rowland feels that every time Azlan gets various awards and school champions, he, The man felt it was because Azlan was secretly using his parents' connections and money that was kept secret.
Until the end the man tried to pry information about who he was in various ways.
"Don't tell me we're in the same High School?"
Nadine asked suddenly while looking through Azlan's eyeballs for quite a long time.