The Identity Of The Sinful Miracle

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"Yay~ Sa wakas, natapos din." She declares while grunting.

We just finish organizing this shitty festival. All thanks to my sister, by the way. And yes, today is our School Festival. This will last for a week. So bothersome.

I don't know why have to celebrate this thing. If there's a reason, I don't want to know.

"Ancy,"

Automatically, my eyes target this girl beside me. "Hmm?"

"Pasyal tayo." She invites with a hopeful look.

We are here inside of the faculty room. All of the teachers are already outside—having fun, I guess.

"I don't wanna. Ikaw na lang." I say boringly, looking outside.

Such a sunny day, huh? From here, the whole university is decorated by bright color craps. They are also some rides in this place. The students prepared their proposed contests.

Since, everyone works their selves preparing for this plan, I just hope that nothing bad will happen.

"Ancy!" She throws a tantrum, prolonging my name.

I instantly look at her with my face sketches with confusion. Her face is muffles while pouting like a little brat girl.

Now, now. What's the problem with this one?

"Bakit ayaw mo?" She complains, frustration is killing her. "Pinaghirapan natin ito, kaya kailangan i-enjoy."

What's with her? She's unusually peppy today. Peppy? No. It is unsual for her acting like a child.

What a childish girl.

"You can't make me." I say firmly.

"Ancy~ Please." She pleads with her puppy eyes and her lips that slightly pouts.

I grimace. Sh-She's . . . damn. She's like Airelle.

Oh, crap. I'm in trouble. If she's like Airelle, I will not definitely resist her request.

I groan in mind. Damn.

"Ancy."

I glance at her. Can just I go out of this place?

"Ancy." She calls me again.

"Cut that, Natsumi." I grumble while closing my eyes. Aside from Airelle, why can't I resist this girl? "Fine."

"Fine, what?" She asks excitedly.

"Let's have some 'fun'." I emphasize sarcastically the word fun.

Immediately, she triumphantly stands up. "Ye—!!"

"But." I cut her. I rise from my seat and face her.

"Äre? Nani?" (Huh? What?) She speaks some unfamiliar words as her joy vanishes.

"You're gonna follow what I want."

"What? Ayoko nga." She objects while clasping her arms.

"Okay, hindi na kita sasamahan." I scoff while sitting down on the chair.

Let's see if you'll follow my request as well.

She sighs, sinking herself to the seat. "I want to play. But I don't want to be alone." She mutters to herself.