“In another 6 months, the big war will come again,” Kitar pondered in his heart. Now sitting in the gathering room with the Pauls acting stressed out. We've met. We have consulted together. Arguing until it was stressful one after the other, the pressure increased. Looking at Warsha, he looked calm. It's like he doesn't really want to know anything. Red Angel, Red Angel.

Then Kitar decided to get up and leave the room. Everyone looked at the guitar before looking down and continuing to look tense. Noah looked at him before sighing.

"I have something to do," Noah said before walking away. Then followed the guitar. While thinking in his heart Since yesterday What are you upset about?

"Kitar," Noah called. But the guitarist seemed to be absent-minded and continued walking because he couldn't hear him. Noah then walked up to him. Kitar looked at Noah.

“What is it?” asked Kitar.

“Can you tell me what you're annoyed about? Since yesterday?" Noah asked.

"Am I annoyed?" The guitarist looked suspicious before shaking his head and walking into the room.

When coming to the room The guitar lay down on the bed.

"Oh, I want to go crazy. Where did it go?" the guitarist muttered.

"Let's do it again, find it again," the guitarist said to himself. before walking around the room

2 hours have passed The guitar is boiling.

"Whoa, where has he gone?" Kitar exploded with emotion. Then start looking again.

Bang, bang, bang, now the guitar has toppled over the cabinet, raised the bed and scattered all over the room. before breathing heavily When looking at the window

"Noar," the guitarist said, confused.

"What are you doing there?"

“And you, what are you doing?” Noah said.

“I was looking for…uh, I just found a pen. This is what I'm looking for. It is a very important pen. Just like that," Kitar said.

Noah hugged his chest.

“Is it a pen or something else? that she's looking for," Noart repeated.

"Did you read my mind?" Kitar asked.

"Such suspicious behavior."

"Bad manners"

“You've lost your manners too. For making the thing I gave you disappear.”

"Noar" Then Kitar woke up. Look left, look right Everything is normal. It is complete and in good order.

"Since when did I become so overthinking?" Kitar thought before shaking his head and walking towards the shower.

"By the way, if Noah finds out, then I'll be bad too," Kitar thought.

“So what do you want me to do? It's gone now," Kitar thought angrily.

Beep, the clock rang. The guitar looked.

"Why, Noah?"

"Come out and eat together."

"Okay, wait a minute."

And Kitar went out to eat with Noah. While at the restaurant

"Did you seem to forget something? It looks so clear," Noah said, looking at the guitar.

The guitar looked back.

"Since when do you like to find fault with me?" Kitar countered. Noah sat still.

"What? Just asking this makes me sound annoyed," Noah thought to himself.

"So, I'm sorry." Noah said as he stood up to leave. Kitar followed his gaze.

"What's the matter with you, Noah? Since when did you become so touchy-feely?” Kitar thought. and started to get annoyed

"If I just say this and you'll feel hurt, I don't need to worry. Good. I'll have time to find things," Kitar thought.

"That thing is more important than me?" Noah, who was secretly reading Kitar's mind, overheard. Noah bowed his head and sighed. and walked away without saying anything

When returning to the room Noah lay down on the bed and placed his hand on his forehead. looking up at the ceiling

"What is it that makes the guitar seem more attentive to it than I am?" Noah thought sadly.

When the guitar returned to the room

"I'm sorry, Noah, that thing is very important," Kitar said apologetically as he thought of Noah.

“Wow! And where has it gone?” The guitarist was furious as he scattered the room to pieces.

Back and forth for almost 2 hours now.

"I guess I'll never find it," Kitar muttered. Walking towards the window Sighing, he opened the window and suddenly a cloud of smoke passed through the building. Smoke hits the face of the guitar.

"Who burned what?" Kitar complained and closed the window. Covering his nose, he coughed. When looking at your own face in the mirror I found that my eyes were red like someone crying. "Am I that allergic to smoke?" Kitar said. before falling onto the bed tiredly

Then in the morning the guitarist went out to study.

"Oh, Noah, what should I say to you?" Kitar began to think. But today Noah was nowhere to be seen. All day today So the guitar was alone for most of the day. But then during the day I saw Noah and Paul. I guess they were meeting like every other day. You looked so happy.

In the evening Noah walked lazily through the streets of the city. As he kept thinking,

“What exactly is the important thing about a guitar? Things I have no way of knowing. I'm probably not important enough for you to tell me, right?" Noah walked with his head down the whole way. Then I stumbled upon something. It fell to the ground. That thing is a bracelet. Noah bent down and picked it up to look at it.

"Very similar," Noah thought. It is a silver bracelet with a

K

and ancient calligraphy decorated around it Make it look magical.

“This is definitely a guitar bracelet. So why did it end up in this area? Or maybe this is what the guitarist is looking for.” But it seems like it's messed up. I don't know. I guess I'll have to take it in for repairs first.

guitar side

“Oh, Noah, what should I do? I lost an important item you gave me. I'm really bad, Kitar said, slamming his head down onto the table nervously.

When he woke up, Kitar planned to go find Noah.

"Where are you Noah?"

"Oh, in the room."

"I have something I want to talk about. I'll go find it."

Then the guitar came to Noah's room. But I couldn't find Noah.

"You don't want to see my face?" Kitar thought through gritted teeth.

Then Kitar sat and waited for 1 hour for Noah to return.

"Where did you say you were in the room?" Kitar said, looking down.

"Um, I'm sorry, I just had urgent business to do," Noah said breathlessly. The guitar looks ahead.

“Then why don't you close the window? Let the smoke come in," Noah said. Walk over and close the window and turn on the vacuum cleaner to get the smoke out. Now the guitar is looking down.

"Well, I lost the bracelet you gave me," Kitar said quietly.

"Oh, this is it?" Noah said, placing the bracelet he found on the table. Kitar looked at it.

"Did you find it?"

"um"

"Well, then I'm sorry I didn't preserve it as well as I should," Kitar said. Still keeping my head down Now Noah was silent as well.

“Yes, why don't you take better care of what I gave you?” Noah said. Kitar froze.

"And then you get annoyed at me again," Noah started to complain, teasingly.

"Sorry," Kitar said quietly.

“Hey, you really are serious. I was just teasing you,” Noah comforted, sitting next to him when Kitar looked up.

"Then why are you crying?" Noah asked, subconsciously reaching out to touch Kitar's cheek. and stared at the guitar

“This guy must be crazy. I didn't cry at all," Kitar said. He backed away from Noah.

"Then why are your eyes so red?"

“I guess I'm allergic to smoke. Every time I see smoke, it always happens like this," Kitar said, rubbing his eyes, but Noah held his hand.

"Why are you rubbing it? Come here." Noah found a handkerchief and poured some water on the table into the handkerchief, then gently wiped the edge of the guitar's eyes.

“People who are allergic to smoke, when exposed to smoke it hurts their eyes a lot. Plus my eyes are red. Must use a damp cloth. Wipe around the eyes. It will help a little,” Noah said. As he carefully wiped the corners of his eyes, his female friend sat still and graciously agreed to do so.

after that

"I think it helped a lot," Kitar said. Looking at his own face in the mirror

"Kitar," Noah called. Kitar turned around. Noah grabbed Kitar's arm.

"I'm going to do some repairs," Noah said. Put a bracelet on the guitar Kitar looked at Noah and smiled.

Clink Something sounded from the bracelet. Kitar looked at it.

"Hey, why is there an extra key?"

“I added it myself,” Noah said.

"Why don't you let me take it off?" Kitar asked.

"Probably like that. I like to lose important things. This time it won't go away." Noah said with a straight face.

"Are you crazy or not? Bring me the keys,” the guitarist demanded.

"no way"

"Noar, what are you doing to me?"

"I don't plan on letting you go anywhere. Lock it up so you can stay with me,” Noah said, giving him a smile.

"Nervous," Kitar said, walking away.

“Wait, answer my other question. Otherwise, I won't let you go back." Noah stood blocking the door.

"Okay, hurry up and say it, I'll go back to my room."

"Her important thing Is it me or the bracelet?” Noah asked.

"It's a bracelet," Kitar answered without thinking.

"Wow, I'm so happy," Noah said.

"What's the joy in that? I choose the bracelet. I didn't choose you."

"Did you choose the bracelet or did I, too?"

"Do you want to hear the reason?"

"No, you'd better go back to your room."

"Because no matter what you choose, It shows that I am always important."

"This guy is strange. He thinks he can be on his own," Kitar said.

"Here's the key, please." Kitar held out his hand and asked. Noah smiled.

"I won't give it to you."

"Noar"

"Leave it to me," Noah said. Kitar looked at Noah and was tired.

"As you please. I can go find something to cut out,” Kitar said.

"Hey…..if you find anything to cut……I'll stop dating you," Noah threatened.

"Damn it," Kitar said as he walked back to the room.

Noah closed the door and smiled. and went to sit and watch TV

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