1121: IN ANOTHER LIFE (8)

IN ANOTHER LIFE (8)

Serefina didn't know if she should laugh or cry when she saw this.

Because of Dageus, she was now in a very unpleasant situation. And when she met that man, Serefina wanted to crack his head open and see what he was really thinking to trick his own friend like this.

In front of Serefina, were several bouquets of flowers with all kinds of color variations from many different types.

One…

Two…

Three…

Eight…

There were eleven bouquets of flowers being offered to her by a senior, who was two years above her, but they were from different faculties. Serefina only knew this man named Rommy as a friend of Dageus.

But…

Dageus should have told his friend that she didn't like flowers! Serefina even had an allergy to certain types of flowers, but now Rommy was confessing by bringing various types of flowers. Not one, but eleven bouquets of flowers!

If only Serefina hadn't thought about the amicable relationship she still wanted to have with this man and how Rommy looked at her sincerely while expressing his feelings, then it was certain that she would have kicked all those bouquets of flowers away from her.

Ugh! Serefina doesn't like flowers!

Now, they were inside a deserted classroom. It was Dageus who asked her to come here, but who would have thought that the one Serefina met was his friend.

"Sorry," Serefina said quietly. She didn't know how to politely reject a guy and again, Rommy was so sweet planning this for her.

Who still did this today? Sure there were, but not many…

Rommy then scratched his head that didn't itch and smiled understandingly. "As expected, I would be rejected."

Serefina laughed blandly when she heard that statement. Supposedly, if you knew you would be rejected, you wouldn't have to do this and waste your time.

And as if Rommy could hear what Serefina was thinking, he then said. "I just want you to know how I feel, because it's very uncomfortable to keep a feeling."

"Thank you."

"What for?" Rommy laughed.

"For this." Serefina waved her hands around her, showing the flowers and also a bouquet of red roses that Rommy was still holding.

Rommy's laughter grew louder. "You're grateful, but you didn't take any of these flowers for yourself," he said.

Ugh!

Inevitably Serefina stretched out her hand to take the flower that Rommy was holding and held it tightly.

"Do you not like me that much? So you don't like the flowers I gave you? Dageus told me that you really like flowers…" said Rommy in a disappointed tone.

Serefina frowned. "Dageus said that I like flowers?"

Rommy nodded, quite surprised by Serefina's reaction. "He said that you really like flowers. "

Serefina then took a deep breath and placed the bouquet of flowers in her hand on the table and looked at Rommy. "You just got tricked by Dageus," she said simply.

"Eh?" Rommy was confused.

"I don't like flowers at all." Serefina emphasized every word of hers so Rommy could see the sincerity in her reply. "So it doesn't matter who it's from, but because I really don't like it."

"Dageus lied to me?" Rommy confirmed this.

Serena nodded. "He pranked you. He should have known that I don't like flowers and I'm even allergic to certain types of flowers."

Hearing that, Rommy was wide-eyed. "Are these flowers…?"

Serefina glanced at her surroundings briefly and shook her head. "No. If there is, I would be out of breath by now."

Rommy slapped his head hard. "Looks like I have to meet that man, he's too much," he growled.

"Yes." Serefin nodded in agreement. "Teach him a lesson or two."

Rommy smirked when he heard Serefina's comment. "But, I wasn't rejected because I brought flowers, right?" Rommy wanted to make sure of this. "If that's the case, I'll bring you something else you like next time." But, of course Rommy wouldn't ask Dageus again.

Serefina laughed and shook her head. "I would like to be friends with you."

"Ah, I was rejected twice," said Rommy dramatically.

Not long after, he cleaned the bouquets of flowers and didn't let Serefina help him, only after that did they both walk away from the empty classroom to go home.

At first, Rommy wanted to walk Serefina but was rejected by her. The girl reminded him that Rommy had to find Dageus and teach him a lesson.

Therefore, Serefina walked home alone, as Dageus was nowhere to be found, the man could not be reached as well.

The evening sky gave off a beautiful golden glow and this made Serefina, for some reason, feel calm and comfortable. She liked this calm atmosphere.

It was only when Serefina was walking on the wayside that she heard footsteps behind her and instinctively turned her body to see who was running.

"Dageus?" Serefina frowned seeing the man running like a thief.

"Yeah, it's me," he said breathlessly. "Why? You've forgotten me because you are with my friend now?"

Serefina raised her eyebrows. What happened to this man? He sounds annoyed. "You're outrageous. How can you tell him to bring flowers for me?"

Serefina then kicked Dageus in the shin in annoyance, but instead he dodged quickly and pulled the girl to walk on the inner side of the road.

Dageus always did this when they walked together.

"Leave it alone," he said, groaning. Looks like he is not in a good mood.

And after that, they had nothing more to say. They were both silent. For Serefina, seeing how Dageus stopped talking and didn't bother her, was unusual, but she also didn't mind having some quiet time on her way home.

Yet, it didn't last long.

"Hey, you haven't answered my question," said Dageus.

"Which question?" Serefina asked in confusion.

"Did you accept him?" Dageus kicked the pebbles that littered his path. He didn't look at Serefina at all and walked in front. One step ahead of Serefina.

"Just ask him," Serefina said.

"I am asking you," Dageus insisted.

"No," Serefina replied curtly.

There was a moment of silence and when Serefina thought the conversation was over, Dageus asked again.

"What about being my woman instead?"

Since Dageus was walking right in front of Serefina, only his back was visible, bathed in the afternoon sunlight.2

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