JURINGO

That evening, when she wrote a novel on a laptop, her phone that she kept around rang. She saw the name which displayed on the screen, and then she was startled. “…Erick?” She hasn’t received any massage from him for the past month. After taking a deep breath, she read the massage with trembling fingers. ‘Can we meet after school tomorrow? I have something to tell you.’ Looking at the short sentence, she remembered his words this morning. She wondered this requirement is related to that. She could hardly fathom his thought. Thinking back to conversation this morning, she didn’t think he hated her. But even so, at least, she could say for sure that he didn’t have affection for her. Looking at the message on the screen with her chin in her hand, in a few minutes, she sighed deeply then gave a reply indicating approval. After school of the next day, Alma waited for Erick, sitting on a wooden bench at the park near the school. The hair stroking the shoulder waved with a cold wind, and she