AILA
Happy for getting what I want last Saturday about the book with Sandro, I entered the campus with a big smile on my face. I almost forgot that we experienced clamor from my dad’s campaign because Sandro occupied my mind. First, the question of where did he go after the incident at the auditorium and second, his almost perfect photo in my camera. I just shook my head and continue walking.
I was whistling joyfully while walking towards our classroom when I saw Ynna on one bench with her head bowed down.
As I slowly approached her, I saw a fresh bruise on her arm. What the hell happened to her again?
“Ynna?” I asked with a worried look on my face and kneeled in front of her, my gaze leveled to the bruise on her arm.
“A-Aila! Hi!” she forced to answer gleefully, but I know her. I k
