7 Days With Althara

All this because 7 days with Althara

Me and Althara got to Bandung. He helped me get stuff into my room.

“You stay first yes Althara, it's already night” said Mama who knows that Althara will go straight back to Jakarta.

“Good Ma” replied Altahra.

Then I prepared a guest bedroom for her and gave her a kiss good night before I went back to my room.

The next day Althara was getting ready early in the morning with the new clothes that she was stocking. She came out of the guest room when I was about to knock on her door to take her to breakfast.

“Where are you going?”

“I was told Mama to check our old house here, mungpung me again here”

“Loh not his in the same place with your brother?” Ask me to remember I had been to her house and what came out was a new family that occupied her house.

“I told you, they're my brothers who sleep there for a year. Their house was renovated nearby, so they hitched a ride in our house instead of Mama renting it to someone else she said”

“Keep the house is empty?”

“Iya. But every week there are only people who settle the house”

“His stuff is still there?”

“Partially, but the important stuff is rich TV fridge it does not exist. Safe really, there is a security guard for each cluster already in titipin also the same they”

“Ga any place ?” My onion is still worried about the old empty house that Althara did not occupy.

“Ga there, Mama kan psang cctv long distance there, so Mama can check the house is safe what not every day”

“Ooo” says it.

“I go first ya mungpung still morn”

“Eh,breakfast first” says to hold his arm.

“I can have breakfast on jalan”

I stared hard at Althara.

“Mama who told” said me cynically.

I squinted my eyes at him, so that he was afraid of the look I gave him.

Althara breathed.

“OK”

Then my facial expression changed instantly.

“OK, you to the dining room I changed clothes first”

“Change?” Ask Althara.

“Iya. I come with you” answered me cheerfully.

“Cute? I'm just finishing up.”

But I ignored him and left him confused at the door of the guest room.

After finishing breakfast, Althara and I bid farewell to my parents to visit Althara's old house. Actually Althara didn't invite me, because she just wanted to check and clean up a little of her old house, but I still wanted to come with her, and Althara couldn't forbid me if I was stubborn.

We got to Althara's old house. I opened the car window and stared at the memories of the house. The house that I used to visit so often, the house that used to make me laugh in the kitchen, and the house that was so full of happiness.

Althara got out of the car and opened the gate, I moved to the driver's seat to help Althara put the car into her garage.

Althara looked surprised to see me drive, she looked worried and still couldn't believe seeing me drive a car. Because all this time I only often use my motorbike, and never seen driving a car.

Then he approached me and opened the car door.

“Since when can you drive?” Althara asked with her confused face.

“Since college”

“Who taught you?”

“Papa” replied I was staring at him confused as well.

“Why didn't you say you could drive a car?”

“Emang have you ever nanya?”

“Yes because all this time I have never seen you drive a car or there is a car”

I smile.

“I did not bring a car to Jakarta, I was more fun riding a motorbike, my car I saved in Bandung is in the garage behind” My answer explained.

“Why?”

Althara shook her head.

“I'm just sad it turns out I missed a lot of things”

I smiled hearing it.

“You still think I'm a high school boy?”

Althara shrugged her shoulders, as if she did not accept my rapid maturation, even though she herself was more mature than I was.

Althara and I started cleaning things up in her house. We just clean the dust that sticks in every corner of the house.

That day I wore peach-colored short-sleeved shirts and short jeans as well. My hair is rolled up so as not to interfere with my activities. I also put a feather bando coiled on my head so that small hairs do not block my view.

I went to an empty room with only used items. The room was quite spacious, with white walls and lights hanging quite large.

“Why is this room in a warehouse?” I asked Althara when she put the box with her unused items.

Althara has changed her clothes again by wearing a navy blue oversize shirt and her jogger pants are also large in black.

“Yes because I don't need any more room” replied her with a dabbling waist fatigue has brought a lot of heavy stuff.

I turned my body to look at Althara thinking of something.

“Why is this room not in your painting room?” Ask me to give you an idea.

“I'm more comfortable painting in room”

I approached her and folded both hands in front of her.

“Althara your bed is a mess, you sleep with paint and canvas there. Cat also dirty your room where is it? Why don't you use this room so it's more useful, let your room neat and delicious in use sleep”

Pinta I persuaded her. But he was still silent not talking while looking at his surroundings.

“Terus you can display your paintings on each wall, paste all your beautiful works around him, so that it is rich art exhibition mini” version

I think my idea is pretty good for this, because if Althara had her own painting place, she'd be more focused on developing her talent.

Althara looked at me considering my idea.

“Alright” answer her finally.

I smiled at the answer that he wanted to obey me.

“But, that's why you have to help me settle this place”

I rounded my eyes and confusedly stared at all the unused stuff around me that was so much.

“Do we not call a clean cleaner?” Ask me clumsily.

“Ngga” ketus Althara while returning to bring the box that was brought out.

Finally I was forced to clean the dirty room, take out all the stuff there, sweep and wipe all the dust that sticks to the wall even I mopped all the floor to look clean. Then Althara took down her dusty painting tools in her room and kept them in the middle of the room before we arranged them.

Althara stored the items that had been in this room into the room in her basemant.

He started nailing the wall and hanging the painting he had cleaned on the wall. While I helped tidy up the table was useful for storing color paint and also koas in the corner of the room, also store with neat Althara canvas in her closet.

I kept a tripod, easel or standing, his toolbox painted in the corner of the room to make it more tidy, then after finishing I helped Althara to display her paintings on the wall.

Althara started carrying stairs to nail the upper wall to make it more aesthetic he said not on a neatly lined display. He who nailed my wall gave me his painting.

Then when I arrived to give a large enough painting to Althara, I was stunned to see a painting made with ordinary pencil and a sketch that looked so real.

It was the first painting Althara had ever seen in her room.

“It still exists?” Ask me happy.

Althara looked at me on the stairs, then she sighed when she saw the thing I asked.

“You think I can throw that away?” Her question is cynical.

I'm so happy to see myself still wearing my uniform in Althara's painting, I remember the school days before we were together like this. She used to be such a bitch and so cold, I never even thought I'd be able to love her like this.

“Why?” Althara asked who was confused because I was smiling looking at her painting.

“Ngga, again amazed to see my face painting nice rich gini” said I while giving the painting to him.

Althara began to display the painting on the wall, she also fell silent looking at her own painting while continuing to sit on top of her stainless staircase.

“Why are you so happy to paint me so candid rich?”

“Why?”

“Yes why don't you ask me to make a beautiful style with a nice shirt so that it can be more waw” said I am already too confident.

Althara glanced at me coldly.

“You are more beautiful rich gini” said Althara.

I lifted both my halis.

“More natural, more innocent, here your nature is drawn” said Althara again looking at the painting in front of her.

“Oiya?”

“Iya. You see this, you have no smile at all”

I saw the painting, and yes indeed in the painting I did not smile at all.

“You look so annoying”

I narrowed my eyes sarcastically looking at her. Then Althara came down laughing to see me angry.

“Yang nyebelin tuh you Althara” said I don't want to lose when he was down and leaning on the stairs.

“O yes ?”

“Iya. Sister class cold, by the way irit, boasting,nyebelin” said I was so satisfied considering Althara who I first knew.

“But why can you love your cold and arrogant upperclassman” asked Althara while folding both hands in the chest. He started with his confidence, looking at me so satisfied.

I seem to have trouble answering.

“Ya because.”

“Karena?” He can't wait for my answer.

“Because I know you for 7 days”

Althara tried to remember her and laughed.

“That short?” Ask her again.

“Ya maybe the 7-day process that makes me know you further, or it turns out you are attentive, or it turns out you are not arrogant just not friendly just like people, just not friendly,keep it turns out you are not a playboy like what people say” said me timidly because it was consumed by the talk of others.

Althara smiled again at my answer.

Then he held my hands and looked at me so deeply, this was the look I always missed every day.

“7 days with Althara, for forever”, her word that again makes me stunned.

But again he kissed my lips when I was confused by his words that I did not understand.

Is he going to marry me ?

In the afternoon, Papa and Althara meet again at home and talk again about the construction of the cafe which will be started this month.

Althara had already taken care of her land purchase and Papa had signed a contract with her architect.

I'm happy because eventually everything will be more beautiful. Maybe even more than that.