Dewi’s face fell. “But the ellipsis… the ‘I’ve been wanting to say this…’ That’s romantic, right? That’s what Aldi wrote to Nia from 11 IPS 2 before he asked her to the mall.”
Dewi slumped forward, forehead on the sticky plastic table. “He said ‘I’ve been wanting to say this’ for chemistry notes ?”
Their blue-grey uniforms were slightly rumpled, their white kerudung had damp hems from the dash from the school gate, and their faces held the gravity of generals planning a campaign.
“He’s calling her ‘Kak.’ Older sister. That’s not a confession tone. That’s a favor tone.”
“Told you,” Sinta said.