The Magical Book of Fate

Alexa is 26 years old and has finished a Hotel and Restaurant Management course, but she likes writing. However, it seems that destiny is not in her favor. If she finishes a book, it will be rejected due to the poor quality of the story. As a result, she was always disappointed every time she came home.

As she entered the house, Lexie, her friend, said, "Alexa! Your story has been rejected again by the editor. " She sadly nodded to her friend. "I told you to stop and search for work. At least when you work, you have money, and you don't have to go home at night because you can't find anyone to take that," Lexie suggests.

"You know, even though I've finished my college degree, writing is really what I want," she replied, her voice cracking.

"I support you if you're happy. I just want you to rest a little since you're out on the streets almost every day and night."

"I will not leave the house; I still have a story to finish, so I'll just continue it." Then she smiled. Her friend shook her head at the change in her mood, saying she was sad a while ago but suddenly changed.

"Let's eat; it is also time," Lexie said.

"Okay, I'll just change my clothes for a minute." and went into her room.

When she enters her room, the first thing she sees is the scattered papers on the bed and floor. All of the papers she used to create the plot of one of her books she put down on the table and laid down. "Another day has passed, and yet another of my stories has not been accepted again." And she closed her eyes for a few minutes.

She got up and got out of her room and went to the kitchen, where she saw Lexie already preparing their food.  Lexie said, "Sit down."

She sat down on a chair and started eating. "Alexa, you might be interested in working for my boss's company. Still hiring until now. "

"Maybe I'll think about it first."

Lexie smiled. "All right, if you're interested, just let me know."

She simply nodded and continued eating. Then, after she washed the dishes, she went to her room and continued to write. "A story is like someone’s life, as you get older, where you feel tired and lazy about the thing you wanted to do in the beginning, but in the middle, you feel lazy about the thing you went to do, but I thought I had already started. I already started. Why won't I continue? It's worth the hardship I felt when I was just starting. " Then she sighed.

"Completing and recognizing my stories, even though my books are not famous and the publishing house is not, gives me so much joy." Continuing to look at the manuscript that has not yet been accepted. "But, the question is, When will that happen?" She just shook her head to clear her mind so she could continue writing.

That night, Alexa began writing her new story, which she will use to apply again.

Meanwhile, a small wooden house can be seen in a forest. After entering, you will see books that look to be a few years old and also the sign of dust in the lamps that seem to have smoke inside with magic.

An older man was seated in an old chair, and there was a table in front of him. "Lucas, where are you?" Victor shouted.

A boy approached him, but he did not use his feet to go near him; he used his ability to fly. "Why, Grandpa Victor?"

"What are you doing, and you haven't been here immediately?"

"I was just looking through the bookshelves and reading. Do you need anything?" Lucas pointed to the end of the bookshelves.

"Go to my room and get my magical book."

Then, Lucas flew to Victor's bedroom and brought back an old book. "Here it is." Victor reached for it, and he remained afloat.

Victor looked at him. "Didn't I tell you not to use your power so frequently that people might get lost in the forest and suddenly see you?" Then he went back to the step on the floor while a little sadness was seen on his face.

"You can go back to what you were doing because I cannot be bothered while writing because it's set to happen."

"Okay, Grandpa." He walked away and left his grandpa.

While Victor was already wearing his glasses and holding the pen, whose handle was made of white feathers, he said, "It's been a while since you've waited for this to happen, and finally your request will be granted, Jack." He has already started writing in the old magical book.

Victor had been writing for several hours and had run out of ink in a small bottle. He stopped in the middle of writing. "Maybe some other day, I will continue to write this. I still have time to finish it." He closed the book and placed it on the side of the table, together with his eyeglasses.

Every word written in the book will automatically disappear, and by the time it is lost, it means that it is already happening to the people whose names are included in the book.

On the next day, Alexa only slept for about two hours because of writing, so her eye bags were already black and her hair had not been combed when she left her room and went to the kitchen. At those times, Lexie was having coffee, and when she looked at Alexa, her eyes widened, and she almost spilled the coffee while she sipped.

"Did you sleep?" Lexie asked.

Her face wonder." Yes, why?"

"Or maybe you sleep almost until the sun is rising?"

She rested her elbow on the table and pressed her cheek against it. "Because I can't think of anything to write and I'm trying to function my brain to think of a scene, I'm not sure what time it is at that moment."

"The question is: Do you write even one chapter?"

She shook her head and smiled. Lexie, on the other hand, massaged her forehead. "Alexa, I'm telling you to just stay up at work, and at least you're making money, not as you do, and possibly get sick."

She gave Lexie a small smile at what she said. "Right now, I might be late for work; just eat; maybe later you'll lock yourself in your room again and forget to eat." Lexie grabbed her bag and left.

Alexa also left the house after eating and cleaning her room and went to a park to rest her mind. She ended up in a wideopen space with a nearby river and a chair near the trees.

She sat down and closed her eyes to get some fresh air, but there was a voice behind her that seemed to be talking to someone.

"Why did you call?" asked a male voice behind her.

Her ears are on the person talking to someone behind. "Are you sure about that? I'm going!" said a voice that seemed to be filled with good news.

She felt it leave, so she turned around, but she could only see the man's back as he walked away. "He has a good body build. Perhaps it would be better if I could see his face," she thought and turned her back to the river.

She focused on thinking about the scenes in her new story, but she admitted that she was hit by the socalled "writer's block," and no matter what she did to activate her imagination, she really couldn't think of anything. "What kind of inspiration do I need just to make a good story?" she said out loud, and the person next to her heard it without realizing it was sitting next to her.

"Good morning! It looks like you have a problem, I noticed, based on your facial expression. "

She turned around and saw an old man. "I'm sorry if my voice got louder." She awkwardly smiled at the old man.

"No problem, but if you don't mind, what's your problem?"

She sighed and said what she was thinking, even though she didn't know the old man very well. "What's the problem, Grandpa? I'm a writer who writes based on my imagination, but lately, nothing has entered my mind, so I'm here now to rest my brain, but it doesn't seem to be effective either."

The old man nodded and faced the river. "You are aware that the scene you want cannot be given right away, and not everything you want will be given at this time. You have to think a few times before you do it or start, not all day. You will feel that, like now, nothing enters your mind, so you are here, but don't you know that some of the writers have not been successful because they just want to be the famous author of a book and write so many of them?"

"What do you mean?"

"You write not only because of your imagination but also because you use your heart to make all its readers feel what the writer of the book felt while they were writing it. Do you notice that not all writers around the world have been successful, even if they already have a lot of books? You want to know why?"

She just nodded her head in response. "Just because of themselves, they are proud of themselves because of the number of stories or books they can write, and let's just say that the title of their story is good, but the question here is also the story behind the title. For you to write good books, you don't have to do it right away because that's what you want. There's the right time and place for that. Maybe it's better to say "Trust the process." Then he smiled at her.

"So do you believe I can write a book that its readers will love?"

"Yes, but it's not the only one you use." And he points his index finger to his heart. " Even your heart."

She smiled at what the old man said because her headache seemed to go away. "Thank you very much, Grandpa. Somehow, I was relieved by what you said."

"You're welcome, but before that, I will leave you with the saying that not everything written in the book will also happen in the real world, so to everyone who reads your story, just stay in their imagination of what they read in the book, because it will not happen in the present, no matter the fate they want to happen to them like in the book. They will not dictate their destiny. Destiny will do that." The old man stands up. "I'm leaving. Be careful when you go home! and he walked away.

"Grandpa's great. Does he read a book?"

But just a few minutes later, Alexa also stood up and walked away from that place.

A month passed, and Alexa finished one story again, and now she was going to a publishing house to apply for her book. She smiled while she walked out the door, looked at the manuscript she was carrying, and then walked to the taxi.

It took an hour before she arrived after an hour's trip. She looked at the building and the entrance. "I'm hoping that it's now accepted."

Her face is full of desire for her story to succeed this time. She entered the building and went to the office of the editor. She's now sitting in front of so many writers who are applying for their stories too. After a few hours of waiting, it is her turn to give her manuscript to the editor. She sat down in front of a woman after several hours of waiting.

She handed the story sheet to the folder she was holding. And the woman read it, this time reading the plot, characters, setting, genre, and some chapters of her story. Happiness could not be seen on the woman's face, and at that moment, her hand was sweating because she was nervous about the result. As the woman reads her story, only her eyes move.

She took the folder after the woman read it and handed it back to her. "I'm sorry, Ms. But I can't accept your story." The woman's serious statement

"But, ma'am, isn't my story that good? I can fix it."

The editor sighed. "Your writing style is outstanding, but your story is too common for me to accept; this time, our company is looking for something unique, with a twist to the story that is not typical, even in the romance genre; with so many books on the market, their stories are very similar to yours; therefore, if you want your story to be published, you need to make a story unusual, such as adding a twist to excite your readers. You can still come back here if you have a new story."

She did not speak, and she was stunned to leave that building because she had hoped that her new story would be accepted now, but she failed again, and she would return home disappointed with herself. What she feels right now is visible in her eyes—sadness. But she didn't go home right away. She went to the mall to comfort herself and not worry about what happened.

Meanwhile, Lucas, the boy who lives in the magical house with Victor, is going to school. He acts like a human, but he does not show his powers, like floating in the air. He had to go to school, and he seemed to be looking for something.

"Where is it? I'm late!" he said as he rummaged through the bookshelves, but he couldn’t find what he was searching for.

He looked at his grandfather's desk, and his eyes traveled back and forth until he found what he was looking for. In a hurry, he grabbed the wrong book because he was already late for school. So he didn’t notice that the book he got was different from the one he used in school.

Victor came out of his room and went to his desk, planning to write in the magical book again, but when he sat down and looked where he had placed it, he noticed another book and not the magical book.

His eyes narrowed at the sight. "Wait a minute, where's the magical book? Why is there another book on my desk?" He checked the table as well as the drawers, but he really couldn’t find it.

"Where did my magical book go? I just put it here, but why isn't it here, and why is there another book on my desk?" He wondered. He looked for it several times but could not find it, so he stopped and sat down again. "I'll ask Lucas if he sees it later."

Meanwhile, Alexa was happily watching the kids playing on the mall’s playground. She smiled at a child waving at her because it was cute and it looked like it was only two years old. She was having so much fun at the mall that she didn't realize that it was already night and it looked like it was going to rain, so she immediately took a taxi home before it rained.

On the way home, Lucas thinks to go outside the church, even though the church door was closed at that time. He is used to going there because it is quiet outside the church at night.

He sits in a chair outside the church, but as he begins to take the book out of his bag, suddenly someone calls out to the magical mirror that looks like a compact mirror.

He accidentally dropped the book on the chair rather than inside the bag, and he didn't notice it. He opened the compact mirror, and Victor's face appeared. "Lucas, what time is it? You haven't come home yet."

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, I'm at church."

"Go home. I'll ask you something."

"All right, Grandpa," Victor said, then disappeared from the mirror, and only the reflection of Lucas' face could be seen.

When the rain began to fall, Lucas no longer noticed the book dropped on the chair, and the rain got heavier. He hurriedly walked away, but then the rain got heavier as he ran.

He's going to meet Alexa, who is also running, on a narrow street. That time seems to slow down as the tworun, their skins almost touching.

They had already passed each other, and Alexa was forced to stop outside the church because of the heavy rain.

"Why suddenly the rain falls? Is it the rain comforting me at this moment?" she whispered, then wiped the parts of her body with a handkerchief.

The rain still did not stop for a few minutes. She sat on the chair, but as she waited for the rain to stop, she noticed a book next to her. "A book?" She grabbed it and examined it.

"It's nice, even if it's old." She opened the book, and she was surprised to find nothing written inside. "So why is nothing written?" she wondered.

"Even though the book is old, why are the pages blank? But maybe I can still use it." She's unsure if she should get this book. It seems that the owner will not come back because it's late, so she decided to get it.

"I'm sorry to whoever owns it; if I do not take this, the church utility might just throw it away." She hugged it and looked up at the sky, glad that the rain had stopped and she could go home.

Meanwhile, as soon as Lucas entered the house, he saw his grandfather searching through the bookshelves for something.

He shouted, "I'm already here!"

Her grandpa shifted his focus on him and suddenly stopped. "I'm glad you're here. I have a question for you."

"What is it, Grandpa?"

"Did you see the magical book? Maybe you played with it earlier?" Grandpa's eyes narrowed at him.

"No, I didn't touch the book when I gave it to you."

Victor's brows almost came together. "But why did the book vanish from the table? I just put it on the side of my desk, and the strange thing is, there is another book on my table."

"But, how?"

Her grandpa walked over to the table. "This is the book." He grabbed the book, and then his grandfather turned to him.

His eyes widened because of the book his grandfather was holding. "That's mine. I put it on the table, but I picked up another book there that I should not have taken. "

They stared at each other, and he realized that he had gotten the wrong book earlier. "Give the book back to me, Lucas."

He opened his bag and searched for the book, but he didn't have a book to touch inside his bag, so he became worried.

"What's the problem?" his grandpa asked, and his face turned pale.

"It looks like the book is missing," he whispered.

"Wait a second, I can't hear your voice."

He closed his eyes tightly. "It looks like the book is missing," he mumbled.

Grandpa looked confused at him. "What! Are you saying that the book is missing? It cannot be lost because that book is not ordinary, Lucas!"

"But the book is no longer in my bag."

His grandpa lifted his head and tried not to get angry. "Of all the things you might lose, why the Book of Destiny? Don't you know that the people who are written about in the book might be messed up because of your carelessness?" He just bowed his head because he knew he was wrong, but while bowing his head, he remembered something dropping on the side of his church chair as he was talking to Grandpa Victor.

"It seems that I already know where the book is."

"Where?"

"While sitting outside the church, I felt something fall on my side."

"We'll have to go there before the book disappears forever."

They went there and headed to the church, but when they arrived, there was no book in any of the chairs, including Lucas' chair, where he was sitting an hour ago.

Grandpa asked him, "Did you see?"

He shook his head and showed his disappointment with the situation. "Grandpa, it seemed like the book had already truly gone."

Grandpa Victor's frustration with him can be seen in his eyes. "You know that book is sacred, and I'm the only one who should be holding it, and do you know that two people will be delayed from meeting again because of what you did?"

His eyes sparkled because tears started to fall in his eyes from what Grandpa said, "I'm so sorry, Grandpa, I didn't mean to."

Grandpa sighed and focused his gaze on him. "In the meantime, let's go home and think about how to find the book," his grandpa suggested. He agreed and followed him.

Meanwhile, Alexa got home and searched for Lexie as soon as she opened the door.

"Lexie, I'm here!" she said and searched inside the house, but Lexie was nowhere to be found, even in her room.

"She must have worked overtime once again."

Before going to the kitchen and cooking her dinner, she put her things down, including the book she found on her bedroom table.

She ate and waited an hour before going to sleep. She was lying down on the bed, but sleepiness did not come to her after a few minutes of lying down and closing her eyes. She opened her eyes and saw the book on the table. She got up, took a few steps forward, and examined it.

"Who owns this?" Then she flipped through the book's beautiful pages, and there was a feeling that she was excited to write in it. "But the question is, will the owner be able to come back to the church?" But eventually, she decided to write in the book because she felt it was necessary to do so.

"What kind of story can I write here?" She was thinking of a story while playing with the pen in her hand while she gazed at the ceiling. "Right! A high school story like what happened to me back then, and I'll get a feel for what I had over there before," she said, smiling as she recalled her high school memories.

"My story was good then; I'll just change the scenes, characters' names, and behaviors, and I won't include other people I have met; this time, I'll make the heroine brave and true to herself, and she can say whatever she feels; and the male protagonist is handsome and rarely smiles and is quiet; I'll just include other characters based on what I want to include, and I'll just write some scenes based on my imagination, not only from in my own story." First, she wrote down her characters on a piece of paper.

Daniella is the heroine who has the amazing freedom to say anything she wants to whoever the person is, even if they aren't aware of it. She's also a happy person.

William, the male protagonist, has a quiet attitude and rarely smiles at other people. The one Daniella loves.

Charice is Daniella's rival with William, and she is the reason why William does not keep his promises to her.

Bree, Daniella's friend, is always willing to protect her from Charice when something bad is happening to her.

As she reviewed the paper, she smiled. "I think my character is okay; I can start writing right now." She pinned the paper to the wall and held the pen to start her new story.

By the time Alexa's hand moved to write, that was the beginning of Daniella and William's story.

Daniella's mother yelled, "Daniella! Get up! You're late for your class! It's morning, and the sun is rising. " Daniella doesn't seem to hear because she's still gaping and sounds asleep.

"My goodness, it's the same scenario Daniella and I have every year," she said as she headed up to the old staircase to Daniella's room, where she saw her daughter still sound asleep. "Daniella, get up! It's the first day of school, and you're still sleeping until now you are in fourthyear high school, yet it's still hard to wake you up every morning. "

I slowly opened my eyes and saw my mother, who was now frowning at me. "Your breakfast is ready, my highness." My mother joked.

"Okay, I'll be there in a second," I said, but my mother didn't like that and squeezed my ear. "Oh, no! Mom, it hurts. I've just awakened. "

"Stand there and eat before you leave. You've woken up for a long time like a child. You're not a rich person who has helpers who still need to be woken up in the morning! " While my mother was preaching, I got up and left the room because of the pain in my ear from her loud voice that I can hear every morning every time school starts.

"Mom actually set an alarm clock with the use of her voice because it's too loud and says a lot, but in fairness, it worked." And I went to the kitchen, still smiling.

My mother came downstairs and went to the kitchen where I was eating. "You know, I'm still talking to you upstairs. Why are you leaving?" She asked.

"Because mom, it's still morning and you're creating so much noise."

My mother's forehead furrowed. "You should get up faster to avoid being late in class; have you checked the time? You're going to be late for your class. "

I looked at the clock on the wall, but when I realized the school gate would close in 30 minutes, I ate the hotdog and rice at the same time, not sure if I was just swallowing it. I hurried to go to my bedroom, took a quick shower, and groomed myself before leaving and saying goodbye to my mother.

Our house is near the school, but if I do not start walking early, I will indeed be late, so I'm now walking and slightly running to get there on time.

The guard is going to close the school gate. "Wait, Sir Tony!" I yelled, raising my hands.

Sir Tony, the guard, heard me. "Nothing has changed, Daniella; you're still late; your class is about to start."

"Thank you, Sir Tony." And I hurried to my classroom, and thankfully, their first teacher was not yet there.

I sat on a chair next to Bree, my best friend. "Well, you're still awake," Bree said.

I looked at Bree. "I'm fairly sure I'm still alive today; can't you see me?"

Bree breathed out a sigh. "Until now, you've been a philosopher; in fact, it's a good thing you woke up because you'll be absent right away in our first class."

"I'm here, so don't worry. Thanks to my noisy mother. "

Their teacher had already entered the room, so the two stopped. "Good morning, student! I just want to say that in this section you are the same classmates you were when you were still in thirdyear high school, but not this time because there is a person to add to this section." My classmates wondered and also me. My class section is the same student back in third year for almost four years, including this year. Nothing has changed.

"What do you think, Daniella? Is our new classmate a transferee? " Bree asked.

"I'm not sure. Let's take a look. "

Outside the door, the teacher turned. "You can get inside." My world seemed to slow down or stop when I saw who it was a few minutes after it entered.

"Introduce yourself," their teacher said.

"Good morning, my name is William," it said simply.

Once Bree noticed that I wasn't moving, she grabbed my arms and shook me. "Hey! "You look like a rock and a fool."

"Bree, tell me it's just a dream that he won't be our classmate," I please.

"Yes, it's just a dream because you're still asleep and haven't woken up yet."

I looked at her and narrowed my eyes. "You said I told you it was just a dream. I just followed, but Dan, do you have any idea why he moved here? He should be in section A, right, first and third year, but now he's in the last section. I'm confused. "

I nodded and turned my gaze to the front, but when I did it, I noticed that William was staring at me, and I seemed to have a stroke in my seat.

When the teacher began speaking, William turned to look at the other students. "You may be wondering why William Franco is here because you all know he is probably one of the smartest students in your batch, but the truth is that there is a program, and one of you, William, can be a tutor, so here he is, and he will choose from the index card. Take out an index card and write your names, then pass the papers from the last row, going to the front, and give them to me. Is that clear?"

The other student said, "Yes ma'am."

They all wrote on an index card and submitted it to their teacher. "All right, William, pick up one index card and say aloud the name that is written on it for whoever you have chosen."

While William is slowly moving his fingers over the index cards, I have been unable to explain how I feel right now.

William pulls it out and the majority of the students stare at the paper; almost all of the female students wish that they could be chosen because, in addition to being smart, he is also very attractive, even if not smiling.

"Daniella Sanchez," William said suddenly, and Daniella didn't seem to hear him immediately.

"Hey! You're the chosen one! " Bree said as she shook my shoulder and looked puzzled.

"Where?"

Bree's eyebrows met for my answer. "You're crazy. William pulled your index card. He is your tutor now. Where does your mind go as William pulls out the index card?" I turned my gaze to the front, and their gazes met. I was still like a rock because I couldn't move and didn't even blink.

"Are you okay?" asked Bree.

"Maybe the wind will catch you and you'll end up like that."

I realized what was happening, and I turned my gaze to William again, but he was no longer looking at me. "All right, class, go back to your seat and the class will begin. Mr. William will sit next to Miss Sanchez on the right. "

My world seemed to stop when their teacher told us where William would sit, with only a fivestep distance between my chair and his. As William sits and faces their teacher, I can't take my eyes off of William because I think it will be my best year in high school before I can graduate.

I have a crush on William since our first year at SHS, and I always made a way for him to notice me, but the first and fourth years of high school passed and I still didn't have a sign if William had a crush on me too.

Our other subjects passed by, and I was getting ready to go home, but William suddenly approached me while I was gathering my belongings.

"After that, follow me," he said, as he began to walk. I was puzzled, but later I followed him.

William was almost moved too far when he stopped in a chair near the basketball court inside the school. He turned to me and began to explain to the two of them the set up. "I just have a few rules for teaching you, so we don't have a problem."

I gave a slow nod. "First and foremost, you must always be on time; I do not want you to be late. Second, if it is not about tutoring, do not talk to me. Is that clear? "

"Yeah, sure," I replied.

"Third, you should have understood at least half of what I taught you; in other words, you should concentrate on the lesson rather than on me."  While I kicked the ground and sighed. "Did you understand what I said?"

I smiled at William when I raised my head. "I got it all," I reply.

"Then I can go home." Although it felt like William still had something to say, he didn’t say anything and left immediately.

I looked and followed him with my eyes as he walked until it faded from my sight. "He hasn't changed. He's still mean. " I smiled and that almost ripped my cheeks. "But this is probably the best year for me because I can be with him now, unlike before when I had to stalk to find out where he was in part of the school, and he didn't say anything that I should give up what I've been doing since the beginning, so I'll do what I want."

Bree had been looking for me for a few minutes, so she was confused and shocked when she saw me with that look. "Dan, I've been looking for you a while ago, and why do you look like that?"

I quickly faced Bree, who was shocked because I looked like I was not Daniella. "Can you tell me what happened to you?"

"Nothing. "Let's go home," I said, and I continued to smile.

"Dan, went crazy for the first week of school! "This is unbelievable!," she said before she walked and followed Daniella to go home.

Bree got home first because her house was closer to the school, while I had to walk another block to get home. It is not conventional for me to ride a tricycle to get home as long as I can walk, but it is not in a hurry, and it is also a waste of money if I ride the tricycle all of the time.

Even though I was still in my first year of high school, I always felt as if someone was following me since I started walking, but every time I looked behind me, there were no people or even animals. I was scared at first, but now I'm used to it every school year, and it's possible that I was just imagining things, so I did not pay enough attention in the end.

I was now standing in front of their house when I spotted my mother, who was already inside the cottage, having a coffee.

I shouted, "Mom, I'm back!"

My mother, Maria, frowned. "Why are you shouting as if you're coming from another country?"

"Did you miss me?"

"No! Get inside and change your clothes so you don't have to be silly here, "she said before sipping coffee.

I slowly started to walk inside their house. "Every time I said something like a joke, she had an answer for it." I shook my head while I searched for my clothes.

I couldn't let my mother be sad since my father left them because God took it too soon, even if it was just a simple tease. She could not think that they were just the two of them, even though my mother was upset with me sometimes. But, even if it doesn't seem like it, I can now say that she is simply riding on my crazy doings.

"Last chance, Daniella, if none of that works out, move on after graduation," I murmured to myself, smiling as I walked out of the room.

Daniella came in early the next day since she didn't want to be late, so she started walking before six a.m. Daniella was close to the school gate when she noticed William entering the gate at the same time.

I greeted him with a smile and said, "Good morning, William!" William just gave me a lazy look before entering the gate.

William did not return my greetings, my smile faded. "It's early, Daniella," I thought, " So maybe he's not in the mood yet." I went inside and to my classroom.

Because it was still early, my other classmates were already outside once I sat down in my chair. Only a few students were inside with me and William; Bree seemed to be not in the school yet, and I saw that she wasn't in her chair. I rested my head on my arm on the desk while they waited for their teacher, looking at William, who was reading a book.

William apparently felt that someone was looking at him, so he turned around and caught me looking at him. I didn't even look away and smiled at William. "Do you need anything?" William asked lazily.

I just shook my head. William would have been ready to go back to reading again, but he remembered something to say. "By the way, I will start tutoring you after class at breaktime. We go there in the school garden. There were tables and chairs." And then he went back to reading again.

The school bell rang. It means that all students should enter their classroom immediately.

I seemed to remember the male teacher from the way I looked now, because my eyes widened as he walked into the room, and the book I was holding lay on the desk, pretending to be read.

He greeted everyone with, "Good morning, class!" And he rolled his eyes at all of his students now, but it stopped with one student whose face was hidden by the book cover.

"Excuse me! Could you please put down the book you're holding before the lesson starts, because I haven't yet told all of you to use a book, "he asked seriously.

I try to keep my gaze away from what he just said. "Why did Sir Salvador become our teacher on the second day of class?" I had no choice but to slowly lower the book.

William turned to Daniella, who was now staring at her index card while writing her name on the index card.

An hour passed on the subject of Mr. Salvador, and the students were introducing themselves one by one, even Mr. Salvador, to them. "Okay, class, wait for your next teacher. I'm leaving. Don't forget the quiz next week, especially you Daniella. " He looks at me once before he leaves.

Bree approached me. "It looks like you are Sir Salvador's favorite student, Dan. You'll believe you've escaped his subject, but he followed you until your final year here.

"That's why there's a quiz next week. I know I am a little below average in math. How can I pass the math subject again this year? " I seemed frustrated.

Bree came close to my ear again. "Crazy, don't you know that you have a tutor now? It's William. Thanks to him, because he pulled out your name; otherwise you wouldn't be on stage on graduation day. "

When I realized what Bree had said, I smiled. "Glad you still remember."

Bree looked at me as if she was confused. "Everything happened yesterday, Dan. You forget that easily?" And it was back in her seat again.

"Is it my fault that I forgot? I thought it was just a dream yesterday, " I whispered.

A few teachers passed by, and it was time for their breaktime, so William went first to their meetup place, and then I followed.

I just sat quietly opposite to William, because he was already reading the book, so I waited for a while and didn't disturb him first.

William put down the book, which surprised me as there was too much force and a serious stare at me. "Why?" I asked, looking nervous.

"What were your grades for Sir Salvador in math then?"

I forced a laugh. "Why do you need to know it?"

"Because I'm your tutor and, based on what Sir Salvador said earlier, you just seem too lucky to pass for his subject. "

My eyes widened. "Hey! From the way you speak, what are your grades in math subjects? Go ahead, tell me! "

William folded his arms and looked at me in the eye. "I had 99 grades in math back then."

"What!?" I shouted. "The grades are almost 100."

"Now, what are your grades in math then."

I didn't answer right away and played with my fingers on my hand first. "75," I said softly, and William didn't hear.

"Louder your voice, I can't hear it."

In my mind, "What kind of person is he?" I sighed before raising my voice. "I said I had 75 grades back then!"

William shook his head. "It's a good thing the school has a program for tutoring and you're one of the chosen ones, because otherwise it's a pity you won't be able to graduate next year."

"Sometimes it really hurts the way he talks, " I whispered.

"Are you saying something?"

"Nothing!" I smiled at the same time. In all the subjects, math is the one that causes the most difficulty for me, but in other subjects, my grades are okay, but it cannot be said that my grades are too high in all subjects.

William arranged his things before he started. "You seem to be weak in math, so that's what I'm going to focus on teaching you first, and tomorrow I'll give you examples of solutions to previous lessons in the third year, so try to remember it because I'll give you a short quiz."

I looked at him in disbelief. "Quiz!" Is that sure? Think about it carefully first. Maybe you're just excited. " I was still making sure.

William turned his head to me, looking disappointed. "You must learn to listen and do what I say if you want to pass all of the subjects. It's not for me, and if there was a real chance, I wouldn't have accepted tutoring if you were not serious about this. Don't take everything too seriously. " He stood up and left me unable to speak because I was hit by what it said.

What should have happened next was ruined when Lexie appeared suddenly, so what happened next in William and Daniella's conversation could not be written immediately.

"Hey!Alexa, do you still have any plans to eat? You've been locked in your room for a few days and you're just writing, and you're always eating late," Lexie scolded me, while placing her hands on her waist.

I stretched and I dropped the pen. "I'm sorry, but my scene with my characters is too exciting, so I can't help but write and continue, " I explain while smiling at Lexie, who is now staring at the book.

"Why do you write in that book since you usually write in a notebook or on bond paper?" she questioned. "Where did you get that and why is it so old?"

"I just found it outside the church. It looked like one person did know that the book had fallen, so I picked it up; it's a pity because it's still nice to write in this book. "

In the book, Lexie seemed to be feeling something bad, as if there was some magic thing she couldn't explain. "Maybe the owner will return without you even waiting to come back."

"I checked around before I went home. I didn't see anyone, so maybe it won't come back. "

Lexie simply nodded and looked at the book for the last time."Let's eat first, then just go back to writing," Lexie said, and I nodded, so I could continue to write afterward.

Meanwhile, Victor is facing a problem at home because the mystery book is still missing. "We're going to be punished for what you did, Lucas. Just always look before you take something, understand? "

"I'm sorry, Grandpa; I was in a hurry and didn't check to see if I got my book."

Victor was about to say something until he felt something strange around him. "It looks like this is the day, Lucas, because he's already here." Lucas hid behind a bookshelf because what his grandfather was talking about was too bright.

A human figure appeared in front of Victor as he stood near his table. Ordinary people can't see its face; all they see is a shining light. Victor, on the other hand, can see its full body, including its face, because he was the guardian of the magical book whose real owner is the one who is presently in front of him. "You have a problem now, Victor, don't you?" the mysterious person said. This is the God of Destiny.

Victor eyes widened. "I'm sorry; I'm sure you already know what's going on right now."

"Do you know that there are people whose destiny will be delayed again as a result of this incident?" the God of Destiny said.

"I know, but I'm already thinking of a plan to find the book!"

As the God of Destiny turned his back, he look around and his eyes scanned the entire bookshelf. "But, I think it will take you some time to find it because the person who found it has already used the magical book."

Victor was even more worried. Nobody else had the right to write in the book except him, because everything in the book happened in real life."Then I need to find the book as soon as possible, but if you know where it is, could you please let me know?"

Slowly, the God of Destiny shook his head. "It can't be because that person already started writing a story; if you take it, you'll ruin the fate of the people she made the protagonists of her creation; you'll put the people in danger in her story."

"But, how come the people I'm writing about in the book are the ones who are destined to meet each other?"

He turned his gaze back to Victor, this time looking into his eyes. "The people who should have met each other will be messed up because of the missing book, and the person who found it is already making other people destined, but this is not the right time; so, as quickly as possible before that person finishes her writing, find her and tell her how important that book is; if it doesn't become a problem for us, maybe her character in the book will face a problem together and have a problem with their true destiny; and also become a problem for the people you started writing their story."

Victor sighed in frustration because he had no idea where to start. "Even if I don't know where to start, I'll do everything just to find the book."

The God of Destiny left a warning for Victor. "I'm sure you won't like what I'm about to say. You started writing in the magical book but didn't finish it; the other word may have happened because you didn't complete the words and the book could misread it." He paused. "The woman in your book will be doomed as a result of your irresponsibility, and her destiny will be the cause."

Victor quickly turned his gaze to the God of Destiny a glimmer of fear in his eyes as he heard what it said. "So, if you don't want their story and the person she included in the book to be bad as a result, you need to find the magical book as soon as possible," he said last before disappearing.

Victor was still stunned and seemed to be thinking about the last thing God of Destiny told him that he was the only could see. He folded his arms and walked back and forth. He feel like he is going to faint because of thinking about what he would do next.

A mysterious man left a warning for me. "I'm sure you won't like what I'm about to say. You started writing in the magical book but didn't finish it; the other word may have happened because you didn't complete the words and the book could misread it." He paused. "The woman in your book will be doomed as a result of your irresponsibility, and her destiny will be the cause."

I quickly turned my gaze to the mysterious creature, a glimmer of fear in my eyes as I heard what it said. "So, if you don't want their story and the person she included in the book to be bad as a result, you need to find the magical book as soon as possible," he said last before disappearing.

I was still stunned and seemed to be thinking about the last thing a mysterious creature told me that only I could see. I folded my arms and walked back and forth, and I had a faint, and I was just thinking about what I would do next.

The next day, Daniella went to school early again because she didn't want William to say anything more to her. It's okay, what she heard yesterday hurt her a little more than he added, and she can't get up at all.

Their class went well, and they didn't do much because the first week of class was just an introduction, and there were no lessons for all their subject teachers.

William and I talked about meeting again in the school garden, and there William would give a sample quiz and formulas about math when we were just in our third year.

We are both in the school garden and in the same place where we talked yesterday. William quietly placed a fairly thick piece of paper over the table right opposite me.

In my mind, "I thought it was just a short quiz. Why does it seem like everything I did last year was written on this paper? "

"I know what you're thinking if you look at this thick paper. That's not my sample quiz for you; it's just formulas and solutions, and you have to read and remember everything written on the papers. "

Even though my hands are too slow to get the papers, by the time I touch them, I feel that even though I haven't read them yet, nothing enters my head.

While I was reading it, it seemed that everything that went through my eyes came together, and I didn't know how to solve a problem again, so even though I was nervous, I asked for William's favor. "May I ask a favor?"

He just looked at me and didn't answer, so I just continued. "If only you could teach me about this first so that I could answer something on your short quiz, right?"

William stood up and approached me. He sat next to me,and I was surprised because he was too close. "Which one do you not understand here?" William asked.

I was just stunned by the closeness of his face. "Everything! As well as how I feel about you," I suddenly said.

William frowned at my answer. "This is the only focus here, Daniella, not on my face," he said rudely.

I seemed to come to my senses and just turned my gaze to the paper full of numbers and letters that could be seen. At first, I still understood something, but of all the different formula solutions that William explained at the same time, I didn't understand anything. It even resulted in having a headache.

William noticed it because I never spoke again, so he stopped what he was doing first. "Did you understand what I was saying?" William asked.

I just nodded, which surprised William because it was so quiet and he noticed my face like someone else, because William was not used to it being quiet. During the few years they were at school, he already knew my habits and was very naughty, especially how I felt about him. "Are you okay?" William asked me uncontrollably.

I was surprised by his sudden question, but eventually I answered, "Yes, I'm okay." in a low voice. Because my head hurt from what William explained, I just stared at the paper and didn't look at William.

William frowned again and crossed his arms, looking at me. "Look at me," William said.

I looked at him in surprise, but he still didn't speak. "It's just like this: I'll only teach you every weekend and not every breaktime. We'll just meet in a park near our school. Is that okay with you? "

"It's okay with me, " I replied weakly.

"The class is about to start again. Keep your reviewer. " I took it and quietly put it in my bag.

I stood up, but I stopped in front of William, who was still sitting. "I would like to say something."

"What is it?"

"Did you know that you are like a math problem?"

William looked up at me. "Math problem, why?" he asked, his forehead narrowing, almost connecting his eyebrows.

"If you pay attention, you can tell it's not that difficult. I'm not really focused on getting the right solution and getting the right answer. "

"I do not understand."

I gasped at his answer. "You're intelligent. Why don't you get what I'm saying?"

"Why do your words still have meaning?"

My eyes widened. "There's probably yes! Why are you carrying so many books? You don't know how to create another meaning for it!"

"Is it necessary?" William's innocent answer.

I just scratched my forehead. "In short, even if you're like that, I'll still make a way for you to notice me no matter how long. That's it, and you are so hard to talk to, so I will go first. " I walked back to the classroom, and William was left sitting.

"I'm the one who's really hard to talk to. She's the one who can easily change her mood, as if she was sad a while ago, and now she's the one first to walk out. " William just shook his head and followed Daniella because he might be late for class.

It was already Saturday and Daniella was in a hut and had been staring at the paper she was holding. The thick paper was what William had given to her, and now she was trying to understand all the formulas, but it looked like Daniella's eyes were about to cry of blood because she could see the numbers and letters on the paper.

I lowered the paper and looked at the emptiness. "There's really no hope for me to remember what's written on the paper, because it's so hard!" I ruffled my hair and was disgusted with myself.

While I was in that state, my mother came with a snack and wondered why I was in that state. "What does that look like, Daniella? You're studying and you're not in a horror house. "

My hair is messy and my eye bags are turning black because I couldn't sleep last night. "Mom, I don't want to go to school anymore."

Maria, frowned. "Why don't you go to school? It's just a week after your first school year, yet you're going to stop. Don't do things that will make me mad, Daniella! "

I grabbed the sample formula and solution and showed it to my mother. "This is the reason, Mom, I don't understand!"

Maria took it and read it. "What's difficult here? It's just a math subject, "my mom said calmly.

My eyes widened because of my mother's answer. "What are you, Mom? That's hard for me. That's math. Please try to answer if it's easy. There are some questions there. "

She looked at me badly. "Why should I answer this? I'm not the student for the two of us. You Daniella, don't make a scene, so you can't do your assignment! "

"It's not an assignment, it's from my tutor."

My mom was surprised by what I said. "Tutor? When did you get a tutor to teach you? I didn't raise you without a brain, Daniella. "

k In my mind, "My mom, the way she said that, she also can't answer math, we're just the same."

"I know that looks like Daniella; are you saying I'm not good at math?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Can you read a human mind now?"

My mom sighed at me with annoyance. "Just start studying, as much as you said, and with whom your tutor agreed to teach you. Where will you get the payment for your tutor? "

"No Mom, my school has a special program. Your daughter is just lucky, so I was chosen to be taught by William. " I parted my hair at the same time.

My mother's eyebrows almost met. "William?"

"Yes, William, my crush since my first year of high school."

"Seriously? It's like just the other day ..." My mom couldn't continue what she was going to say when she shifted her eyes to me and now saw my face waiting for the next word she was saying.

"What's that, mom? It's like just the other day? "

Her eyes blinked a few times. "I want to buy pork, but the price is too high."

"I don't think that's what you should say."

She got up and planned to leave. "Just study there and I'll leave. You already have a snack. Maybe your brain will somehow be equipped with a little more intelligence. " She came out of the hut and left me unable to believe what my mother said.

"What did mom think? I'm brainless!" I took the paper and stared at it, then put it down again on the table. "She's right, I really don't have a brain." I put my forehead on the table at the same time.

"It's up to me if I can answer William's short quiz before he starts teaching another subject. But I think as long as I don't get a high score, I'll just keep repeating it. "

All day, I focused only on math formulas and solutions, and the next day I did the same, because on Monday, William would give me the short quiz. They decided to start tutoring next Saturday, and I and William were talking about teaching me in a plaza near the school, so I'm now trying my best to just remember the solutions even though my brain is not working properly.

Night came, when I stopped solving the math formulas and sat on the edge of my bedroom window and looked at the moon that was so bright that night. I just stared at it, and it was as if the depth of my thoughts was that I stood up and closed the window to get ready to sleep.

It's Monday, and I'm in the school garden right after their lunch time, but William isn't there yet. I ate first before going to the garden, and it looks like William ate too, so he wasn’t there yet. I hadn't looked at William before during class and avoided getting his gaze on my face.

A few minutes later, William immediately sat in the chair opposite to me. And William noticed that my head was bowing too much and my hair was covering my face.

"Did you review?" William asked.

"Of course, yes!" I say it proudly.

"Really? All right, let's try. " William handed the paper to me. I took it and examined it.

I suddenly raised my head in shock because of what I saw. "Wait!! You just said it was a quick test.Why do I have to answer up to 50 numbers with a solution for every number? You think I'll finish this before the bell rings? " My eyebrows were almost completely together as I frowned.

"Did you sleep?" William asked seriously.

I touched my eye because my eye bag had almost turned black from being awake for two nights.

"Slept, why?"

"Looks like you did well reviewing what I gave you. Are you okay?"

I smiled and thought that I might not be able to continue the quiz I was supposed to answer. "It's okay."

"Is that so? Okay, you can now answer ​that." After saying that, he opened the book and began reading. I was left gaping at what he said.

"I still thought he would be nice to me." I stared at William, who wasn't looking, so even against my will, I answered the quiz, and it's up to me if the bell rings to signal that their lunch break is over.

Daniella was so serious about answering that quiz that she didn't realize that William was peeking from the book he was holding. William saw how persevering Daniella was in answering what he gave, so a small smile flashed on his lips and then he went back to what he was reading. Daniella had been answering for almost half an hour when the bell suddenly rang, so she stopped. And she was almost at number 20 when the school bell rang.

"Finished?" William asked.

"Of course not yet, the bell rang, how can I still finish?" I replied, disappointed.

William picked up the paper and looked at how far she had come. "It's okay, let's see if you've got at least one right." He hid the paper in the bag and stood up and walked to the classroom, even though I followed him.

Daniella's day of classes was over, and it was obvious that her eyes wanted to close because she was so sleepy.

Bree was not with Daniella when she came home because Bree was in a hurry to go home, so while she was leaving the school gate, William called her.

"Hold on!"

I lazily turned to William and just waited for him to get close to me. "We're going somewhere; follow me," he said, and continued walking.

My forehead furrowed because I really wanted to go home. Even though I was tired, I walked with a smile and followed William.

Daniella was already just behind William, five steps away. She walked too slowly with her head bent down. William noticed it, so he walked back and leveled his walk with Daniella while she was not aware of it.

I just followed where William was going, and I noticed that I had also been in the same park the previous day.

"What are we going to do here? We have discussed that you will start tutoring me on Saturday, right?" Until William sat down in a chair with a table, I just sat down too.

"I will check your answer earlier in your quiz here."

I wondered why he even took me to the park if he was just checking my answers earlier. "Why am I still here?"

He looked lazily at me. "Can you just stop asking?" William pulled out the paper and began checking my answers.

Daniella just nodded and put her arm and head on the table because she was really sleepy. In less than five minutes, it was obvious that she had fallen asleep. William shifted his gaze to Daniella, who was already asleep at that time. He watched Daniella while sleeping; he really meant to take Daniella to the park so that she could somehow sleep for a little while. It is dangerous for her if she walks continuously, because later she will face danger on the road if she passes out.

While they were in that position, a man was looking at them from the other chair and table until William and Daniella arrived. He looked at Daniella first, then at William, and the man was looking at them while they were sitting. "Is she your girlfriend?"

William turned to look at him and shook his head in response. "Why do you two look like lovers?"

"She's not my girlfriend; she's just my classmate, and I'm her tutor."

The man smiled. "I think I know who she is to you—maybe she likes you, but you don't pay attention to her." At that time, William didn't answer, and the man was right in his suspicion. "You are lucky then."

William turned to the man again. "Why did you say I was lucky? This woman is so ugly and will do what she wants even if those around her are no longer happy."

"Aren't you happy? Of all the guys around your school, you're the only one she chose to have her crush on, and I'm not sure if she also loves you too. " The man was still smiling as he looked at Daniella. "She's beautiful, but why don't you appreciate her effort?"

William looked at Daniella's face when the man suddenly spoke again. "I was also a high school student back then. I had a classmate like her, but the woman in front of you does not have the same behavior. She also had a crush on one student, but she couldn't say what she felt because she knew I was always around. So what happened was that we graduated, and she was mad at me until the last day in our school."

"Why are you bothering her? Shouldn't you let her be who she wants? "

He looked away and stared at the emptiness with a small smile on his face. "Because I also have feelings for her. It's funny to think that I did everything so that she wouldn't just tell her feelings to that person, even though she was almost mad at me then."

"What you did was selfish."

He laughed softly. "Yes, I know. I'm aware that I was selfish at that time. But what can I do? I love her, and I don't want her to be with that man."

"But where is the woman you're talking about now?"

The smile on his lips disappeared. "Actually, I don't know where she is now. All I know is that the man she liked when we were in high school is already married, but to her I have no news. "

"Do you already have a family?" William asked.

"None, because I am still looking for the woman who made my heart beat then, and hopefully this time I can find her and say how I feel."

William could see in the man's face that his desire for his beloved was real. "What if she already has a family?"

He smiled at William. "I still don't know what will happen if there is. But all I want is to be able to say what was in my heart a few years ago. If she already has a family, it's okay; at least somehow I told her my feelings. I have been carrying this for a few years. I may be able to move on, but not right away. "

Another man stopped behind the man William was talking to, and it looked like it was his driver. "Excuse me, sir! We have to leave." The man who called himself "Sir" turned around and just nodded in response, and the man left immediately.

Daniella's eyes moved as she slowly opened her eyes to signal that she had woken up. "I fell asleep?" I looked at William. "Have you finished checking my answer on the paper? Can I see?" I held out my right hand while my left hand was fixing my hair.

"Not yet," William said, and suddenly, I stopped fixing my hair.

"We have been here for a while, and I think it's been about an hour, but why haven't you finished checking?"

"I'm lazy, so I'll just do it some other day."

I was stunned at what he said. "What did you do while I was sleeping?"

"Reading a book," William simply replied.

I looked at him in disbelief. "What else are we doing here? Let's go home so that I can just continue my sleep in the house that I should have done earlier," I emphasized it in every word.

William ignored me and left first. "Really? He's the one who really leaves first. " I was still sulking as my gaze followed William, who continued to walk, and he did not try to wait for me. "I don't know if William is really numb. He even overcame the  anesthesia." I also followed William, who was already far away from me.

Finally, the two got home. As William entered his house, he noticed something in the living room because it seemed like there was more than just one voice talking.

William approached, and he saw that his mother and his father were facing him as they sat down. What he was wondering about was the one sitting in a chair but facing his parents. When William was almost there, his mother noticed him immediately, so she called William.

She smiled and went to William. "William! It's good that you're here. We have a surprise for you. "

He frowned but did not speak first. William noticed that the woman who was sitting suddenly stood up, and when she faced him, his eyebrows met even more. "Charice?"

She smiled and approached. "It's been a long time, William."

"What are you doing here?" He asked, with no emotion on his face.

The happiness on Charice's lips disappeared from William's actions, and Charice looked at Williams' mother. "I'm sorry, Charice, to my son. Maybe he needs to rest first." William's mother hesitated to smile at Charice before pulling her son aside for a moment, as Charice and Williams' father were left standing in the living room.

They stopped where Charice couldn't see.  "Why do you talk like that to your childhood friend? That's not good manners, son."

"But mom, why is Charice here? Isn't she in another country?"

Clarissa, William's mother, sighed. "I'm sorry, son, if you're shocked that she's here, but she came back here to study until college."

"She won't have a problem moving here."

"I haven't asked her yet, but you might want to ask her." She still smiled at William.

"You can handle her, mom. I don't have time to talk to her. " And he left his mother, who was supposed to follow, but she decided to just let William go first.

Clarissa went back to where Charice was still waiting. "Charice, you'll have to be patient with William if his behavior is like that, but right now he doesn't seem to want to talk to you. "

Charice smiled sadly at Clarissa. "It's okay; he was surprised, so he doesn't want to talk to me first."

"It'll be okay for him too, but dinner is coming soon. Just have dinner here. Lydia is cooking dinner right now."

Charice just nodded in response and waited a few more hours before William came out of the room again, but he didn't expect that Charice was still there, and it looked like she was still with them for dinner. And since the empty seat was right next to Charice, William just sat there because he had no choice. He sat up straight, and no words came out of his mouth.

While everyone was eating and they were about to finish, William's dad suddenly spoke. "Son, Charice wants to talk to you after dinner. It's okay with you? "

William was stunned for a moment but also agreed immediately because, when his dad spoke, he needed to follow. After they finished their dinner, they went to the garden of the house with chairs by their sides.

William just stood up straight and looked at his mom's plants. "What are you doing here?" he asked calmly.

Charice was surprised when she answered his question. "To study until college."

He grinned. "To study? You have a good life in another country, and there are so many good schools there. Why did you come back here just to study?" William said it seriously.

Charice's face showed sadness because of what he said. "Can't I study here anymore?"

William lazily looked at her. "You should finish high school first before you move here." Then he looked at the plants again. "And which school will you enroll in?"

"At your school," Charice suddenly said.

His eyebrows met. "Why would you enroll in the school where I was?"

"I just want to," was her simple answer.

He grinned at her answer. "It's up to you where you want to go, but don't bother me if you continue to be able to enroll in my school." William walked away and left Charice.

Charice's gaze followed until William entered the house. "His behavior has changed since I left here," she said softly before finally entering the house too.

Meanwhile, Daniella, as she was in her room, suddenly felt as if something could not be explained. "Why do I feel like something will happen that I will not be happy about when I go to school?" Although she was confused by how she felt, she just removed that from her mind. The negative thoughts that entered her mind.

It was morning, and all the students were in their respective classrooms, including Daniella and William. A teacher came in and before the class started she said, "Okay class, good morning, but before we start our lesson, I want to announce that we have a transferee student, and her section is here."

Bree approached Daniella. "Her? meaning she's a woman, Dan, but why did she transfer here? We've been in school for almost a month, right? "

"I don't know what the new student's trip is, but let's just see." I shifted my gaze to the front of the blackboard and waited for their new classmate.

William felt that he already knew who their teacher was referring to, so he was not surprised if there was a new transfer student, but what he wondered was why in the exact section where he was too.

Charice entered slowly, but her sight was on the student and she was looking to see where William was, and when she saw him, she smiled at him, which surprised Daniella because she saw how the female transferee smiled at William.

"Daniella I saw that. It looks like you'll have a harder time getting attention from William. You'll have a rival right away. " Bree shook her head while saying that to me.

I glared at her. "You know, you left a word that I might overthink for what you said." Bree smiled at me and looked at the transfer student again.

"Introduce yourself!" our teacher said. The transfer student smiled, and the other students smiled as well. "Hi! My name is Charice Lopez, and it's nice to meet you all. " She even bowed to the students.

Their teacher was looking for a seat, but it stopped right in front of Daniella. "Miss Paz looks absent." She turned to Charice. "Charice, just sit there." At the same time, the teacher pointed to the empty seat in front of Daniella's desk.

"And class, tell Miss Paz that she'll be sitting in the back and not where Charice is sitting. Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Their teacher turned her gaze to Charice. "You may take your seat, Miss Lopez." Charice thanked her teacher first before walking closer to the chair, and she wasn't looking towards the chair like she was where William was, who was just looking straight at their teacher.

Charice finally sat down in her chair. Daniella turned her eyes and looked back and forth between William and Charice because she was really wondering why, of all the students here, the transfer student looked only at William and smiled.

Alexa lowered her pen after the scene where Daniella was wondering about Charice. "Daniella, it looks like you have a rival to William. " She smiled at the same time as she looked at the book. "But don't worry, I'll take care of you because it's still up to me to decide what will happen to your love life, but of course I'll just put in a scene that will make you a little confused."

She stretched and massaged her hand that was used for writing. "I'll rest for a while, and I'll come back later. The pain in my hand from writing," she said to herself before leaving the room.

Meanwhile, in a highrise building, there is a man who is busy reading the document, and it looks like he is waiting for someone. Someone opened the door of his office, and his secretary entered, but it stopped just next to the door. "Excuse me, sir! You have a visitor. "

I turned and saw his secretary with a man he knew. "Please come in!"

Finally, the man entered, and his secretary came out.

"Good morning!"

"Mister Jack," he said, greeting the owner of the building where he was.

I smiled at him. "What are you, Glen? You're too professional."

"Because I'm used to my clients, they even beat the terror teacher when they look at it. Just one wrong word can embarrass you. "

I just shook my head. "But I'm not like that, I'm your friend, and it just so happened that you were the one I hired to find the important person."

He sat next to Jack's table as well. "So I'm here to say that my team has a lead on the person you're looking for."

I smiled widely at the news. "Well then, do you know where I can find her?" Glen shook his head. "I thought you had a lead?"

"He saw her while one of my men was resting, but when he followed, he couldn't see it because of the crowd in that area the day he saw it."

"Does that mean you don't really know where she is?"

"Yes."

I leaned back in my chair because I thought Glen had found what I was looking for. "It's a false alarm, I guess."

"But Jack, maybe now you can answer my question about who you're searching for. It's been a few years, but until now you haven't said why you're looking for her. "

I looked out of my office window and saw another building. "Did you ever have a crush in high school?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, of course, but how did the high school crush get into the conversation with my question?"

I smiled, as if imagining what happened back when I was a high school student. "What you're looking for is the woman who was my high school crush back then."

Glen frowned. "Huh! Why are you still looking for her?"

"Because she's also the woman I loved until now."

Glen suddenly turned to me in response. "So you mean you haven't had a girlfriend yet just because of her?"

I nodded. "Yes, and now that you have the news, seeing that she is likely to be here, I will finally see her as well."

"It's just a high school crush, Jack. Why did you love her even though you don't know if you'll meet again after?" He asked seriously.

I stood up and approached the transparent wall overlooking the building outside. "I assumed it would be a simple high school crush, but it appears that I was Cupid's target at the time, so I still feel it's not just puppy love or whatever you call it. "

"It means you fell in love right away when you were a high school student, and it looks like what hit you was not puppy love but true love. You wouldn't do that if it was just simple love. You're willing to spend just to find her and tell her your feelings for that woman. " Glen smiled and shook his head. "Love, even if you're just walking around there, you'll still be hit."

I looked up at the sky. "But what I'm afraid of is that she might have a boyfriend or family now."

Jack returned to his seat. "Whatever the outcome, as long as I can say that what I've been carrying for years is okay with me, even if she has a family or a boyfriend now."

Glen looked at me, confused. "When the time comes that you've been looking for, then that's all you're going to do!"

I shrugged. "Destiny will tell, but if there's anything, I'll be happy for her, and I'll move on with my life."

"But what was your story then, so until now you still can't move on to her?"

I looked at the emptiness and remembered what I had done before just so that the woman I liked would not be able to tell her feelings to Ryan.

At that time, Lexie and Alexa were in the school canteen, and there were only a few students there, so Alexa planned to tell Ryan how she felt about it.

"It's time for you to say what your feelings are for him," said Lexie.

On the other hand, Alexa was restless in her chair because she was so nervous. "I can't," she replied in a nervous tone.

Lexie's eyes widened. "It's only a few days until we graduate, so you might not be able to say how you feel if you don't do anything now!"

Alexa first watched Ryan eating at that time and was about to stand up, but someone suddenly sat next to her, so Alexa couldn't continue to go to Ryan. "Hi, Alexa." At the same time, he smiled and showed his white teeth.

"What do you need?" she replied with a mixture of irritation and annoyance.

"I just want to eat. Why?"

Alexa frowned at my answer. "Eat? There are so many tables with chairs. Why are you sitting here where Lexie and I are sitting?"

"Why? I want to be here, and then this place doesn't have your name, so I can still sit here and eat."

Lexie, on the other hand, noticed that Ryan was now leaving the canteen and couldn't say what Alexa wanted to say because of the man next to her. "He's going to exit, Alexa." Alexa suddenly turned around and saw Ryan finally come out of the canteen. She looked sad at Lexie and fearful at Jack.

"Why?" While my two eyebrows are raised, pretend to do nothing.

"You ruined my day again. Why is it that every time I plan to do something, you're there? Are you a mushroom?"

I stared into her eyes in surprise. "No, and what are you going to do?"

Alexa stood up, and her face could no longer be painted. "What happened to her?" I asked Lexie.

"You know, I already notice what you are doing, but if you say that's inside of you, I'm sure she won't accept it because you're always annoying her." Lexie shook her head and stood up as well, following Alexa.

When Lexie left, Jack just smiled a little and left. A few days passed, and they graduated, but Alexa couldn't really say how she felt about Ryan.

"Hey Jack, you're stunned there!"

I went back to the present because my mind had traveled to the past. "I'm sorry, I just remembered the past."

"What's your story?"

I picked up a document I had been reading earlier. "I was just a barrier in high school," I simply replied.

On Glen's face, it was obvious that he didn't understand what I was saying. "Barrier?"

"Yes, restraint. Whenever she plans to tell Ryan her feelings, I'm always around, and every time she plans to approach Ryan, I'm guilty of entering the scene."

He tilted his head, and at first he didn't understand what I was saying. He suddenly tapped strongly at my table. "You were a mushroom back then, weird!"

I smiled. "That's what she said back then, too."

"That's ridiculous; I don't know that you can do that because I'm sure there are many women who like you. If it's just a face look, you can replace the most handsome person in your school."

"Of course not."

"Trying to pretend here, huh, but I can only say this, Jack. True love is no longer just a simple high school crush." Glen leaned back sadly in his chair.

"Why is your face looking so sudden like that? " I wonder.

He looked at me lazily. "But me, no one has taken a serious relationship until now. They're all just fooling me. I hope the next time I find someone, she'll be with me for the rest of my life. "

"I've found mine, but destiny is playful, so you may have someone in your life, but maybe it's not the right time for you."

Glen stood up and fixed the suit that was a little bit crumpled. "I hope so, but for now I'll let you know that I prefer to look after your loved ones for now." He just smiled before finally leaving Jack's office.