Candy's hazel eyes were focused on reading the book in her grasp, when a hand suddenly closed her eyes. The girl wanted to protest, but a second later the familiar smell of perfume made her lose her mind.
Candy felt her body pull, followed by the book being snatched from her hands.
"Athar ...." The firm but soft voice made Athar retract his smile.
"Hi," he said with a smile without sin. "You forgot your window lock."
Candy shook her head. It has become a routine activity for Athar to come to his house at will, not enter through the door, the boy is determined to climb up and enter through the window.
Relax, they know their limits. Athar is no ordinary punk, the boy is the son of Haris Sanjaya, a television businessman who is reportedly running for governorship.
"It's never been locked," Candy said, "there are thieves coming every night, but thieves don't like to take things."
"Must be a handsome thief."
"Overwhelmed." Candy chuckled, then the girl realized that Athar was still wearing the uniform. In fact, it was already eight in the evening. "Why are you still wearing the uniform?"
"Lazy to change clothes."
"You didn't go to school before, right? Where?"
Athar smirks. "Fight." He said without sin.
"Athariq Sanjaya!" Annoyed by Candy, the girl hit Athar hard on the chest many times. "Why fight!"
"Just wanted to." Athar replied with annoying teasing tone.
Candy let out a rough breath. "Tired ah, being your best friend for ten years but you never listen."
"So, want to stop being my best friend?" asked Athar with a serious face.
"Forget it." Candy looked away the other way.
Candy was eager to hide her increasingly chaotic heartbeat. Increasingly, it felt like the girl's feelings could not be contained.
How do you want to be buried, if the person we like continues to treat us like a boyfriend but pretends to be a friend? Sick? Of course.
"I want to ask," said Athar breaking the silence.
"Just ask," Candy said without turning her head.
"You're smart, here." Athar looked at Candy even though the girl did not look at him, "What is rhetorical?"
Candy turned her head, then raised an eyebrow. "Why are you asking that?"
"Just answer, anyway."
"Rhetoric is a question that doesn't need to be answered. Even if it needs to be answered, at best the answer is just yes or no."
"Oh, I see." Athar nodded as if he understood, "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
"Hah?" Candy was surprised, "w-what?"
"That's an example, right? Rhetorical question, the answer is just yes or no." Athar chuckled, embarrassing Candy. That guy, he made fun of Candy!
"Can you, don't you need to give examples of sensitive questions?" Annoyed Candy.
"I asked you, right?" Athar chuckled mockingly, "So or not?"
"Which one!"
"Yes, the answer earlier. For example, is it correct or not?"
"Think about it yourself." Candy pulled her body away from Athar.
Athar held back his laughter desperately. The boy then approached. "Candy, don't be cranky, please."
"Go home!" Banish Candy. The girl left, getting ready to drag Athar but was restrained by the boy's movement.
"Wait, answer me first. I have homework tomorrow."
"Since when do you think about homework," Candy snickered.
"Just answer." Athar pulled Candy to sit next to him, "rhetorical questions are questions that don't have to be answered, but the answer is just yes or no. Is that right?"
"Right."
"For example, you want to date me? Is that so?"
"Yes." Candy replied lazily.
"Okay." Athar nodded his head, "we are dating."
"Eh?" Candy turned around reflexively.
"We are dating." Athar winked one eye. The boy then moved from his position, "bye, I want to go home first."
"What! Clear!" Indeed, the name Athariq Sanjaya is the most obscure boy. Always at will! Candy Hearts are truly made toys!
Athar drew a smile, an annoying smile. Without warning, he put his hand on Candy's lips, then kissed the back of her hand.
"Bye girlfriend," said the boy then. He walked to Candy's room window, which had a staircase.
"Athar!" Shouted Candy in a muffled voice. Annoyed, annoyed, a little happy.
That night, the friendship status that was built for ten years, is aground by their new status. Lovers.
