A Memorandum

Storia 3: Not Without Reason

I'm not saying my life is okay. Even the incident seemed to pass after the story of the new year's night took place. My friends didn't make fun of me as I thought they would. Which I don't think is normal. But I was in my room when my friends came into my room. And they entered without knocking on the door as usual. We discussed a number of things. One of them is about Erik. He who said he was glancing at someone among us. Someone named Melia. Surely there is nothing strange about the story. But what makes it interesting is because of the status of his woman who is a doctor. Erik is a nurse like us. Indeed, Erik has his own advantages from his way. And that's of course because his family is quite distinguished.

So Erik, he is indeed the type of person who is good at tempting beautiful girls through his wealth. Where he only needs to do that from behind the Honda Jazz he has. A confidence that will certainly not arise if he does not have anything. Of course any woman would look at him a little one level above us. Because you know for yourself, women now like to look at social status in determining a partner. It's kind of like hastening the comfort zone so that the future is a little better. But I thought the story would stop there when the topic of Erik ended. But Eddie suddenly switched the conversation by asking about my activities on new year's night with Sarah. He even called it a date. I know he was joking because this is what we used to do. But for this I can't take it for granted.

"We don't talk much. Just an introduction." Sahutku short. I hope they don't think anymore.

"Oh, I don't know if introductions can be done for hours. I thought you did it to stay close for a long time. "

"Neighbor! Who told? He's not my type anyway."

"Huh, I didn't know you had a female type now?" Eddie glanced in the other direction. Which made all eyes start to seriously look at me.

My friends and I love it like this. And if it wasn't Otto who was the victim, it seems that laughing at friends could be a fun pastime. Although it's clear that my time with Sarah the night before was really short. That was the only time we spoke familiarly. And nothing happened. But if what I'm talking about is pranks, my friends' brains can quickly become full of creative ideas.

"I guess.., I just don't want to spend all day in Otto's house." I relaxed, and pretended to laugh. "Who can see Otto all the time? I'll never even get close to his descendants to eight derivatives." My nada was sarcastic again.

Luckily, my friends laughed. Which indicates that I'm successful enough. I know I still need to fill in the conversation with other topics. Maybe something funny. Before I remembered what happened to Eddie a few days ago. When Otto suddenly invaded his house. Though it is clear if it is still warm holiday atmosphere.

I could even hear Eddie spilling all his frustration there. Then blatantly mention Otto suffered a mental disorder. "People like him should be gone a long time ago. Life is never fair, right? We'll have to deal with him longer because he's given a long life." Also sloth. His tone reminded him as if he was very hurt. And this is where the laughter sounds louder.

In my heart I began to imagine how I had escaped the problem. Although my way is completely unacceptable. But I have no choice. Karma may happen. Although I hope not for me.

Next, we started talking again about the village, the job, the things that have happened in the last few months. I only listen with half my ear. At least that's what I can do. Unknowingly, the conversation ended.

In the fourth month, when Sarah first joined our office, she suddenly came to give her sister's wedding invitation for me. And asked me to be there. Which he said would be a lot of fun. But don't tell me I intend to come. My only reason is of course because of his father again. And if there were any other reason, I guess because those times were a good time to escape. I knew Otto would be very busy. That way, we'll have plenty of reasons to laze around all the time. Even playing games all day long is fun.

But the night just came down. And I haven't done anything productive since morning. The lights of the room are still not on. Which makes people think if this house might be abandoned by its inhabitants. I know this is the best thing we've ever done every day. Because he could fool Otto many times. Actually, there is someone else in the house. And he was Frans. I guess I did say it, didn't I, if we ditched together often? But the situation suddenly turned gripping when it was heard the motorcycle stopped in the front yard.

I looked at the clock in my room for a moment, and it was almost half six in the evening. There is something wrong with the vehicle stopping on the front page. Which immediately makes us feel anxious, even for a moment the vehicle engine has just been turned off. Minute by minute progresses so slowly as long as the rest of the time is over. Until finally I heard a knock on the door.

I began to wonder if something was wrong, and I don't think anything has changed from our habits all along. We never even put our sandals outside the house. That might be a sign if there's someone inside. I stared at Frans' face for a moment. His expression was almost the same as that of the person who nearly lost his life. And it's not hard to imagine what Otto was doing outside. I remember what happened to Eddie a few months ago. Imagine what was happening at that time. Not a one-month payday, he complained we were at a higher level, after all it was a civil servant's worst nightmare. I raised my heart by saying that I wasn't the only one who experienced it. At least bear it together a little better than experiencing it yourself. I almost sweat because of all my nervousness. But when the door finally opened, what I was facing outside turned out to be much different from what I had previously imagined.

"Why is it so long?" He asked, clearly disappointed.

Sarah had been standing outside. Of course I was a little relieved by his presence, although his arrival still left me dumbfounded.

"No.., who did I think it was?" My heart, while wiping my sweat. I don't even know if I've been sweating.

However, I did not expect at all that the response would be like that.

And then he muttered, "Oh..., you're locking up girls, right?"

"No. Says who?" sahutku hurry. "France is inside."

"Oh," his tone sounded unconvinced. "Why was it so long ago?"

Now he's the one who started looking behind me. I know exactly what he's thinking. Which suddenly pisses me off.

I think anyone would feel dislike when being watched. Although he can still show it with his gentle demeanor, or maybe just joking from his way, but it still can't make me have to face it without feeling guilty or anything like that. Even when I do nothing. I don't want to have to say it honestly.

"I thought it was your father... Besides, there's not usually anyone at this hour coming home.." My solute. I still can't hide my frustration. But that made him smile at himself.

"That's because you like to hook up! You should be working right! You get paid for that, right?" He said again, while raising his eyebrows. But I didn't answer. And don't ask me why.

All around us, the twilight light made the situation so contrasting. Cause like I said, I haven't even lit the lights since he came. And he just stood there without saying anything. I guess Sarah was also confused by her own words. Even if he decides to come here.

"Oh, this is. I. I just want to deliver this." Legally. While our eyes were fixed on the parcel in his right hand. I can even guess what it looks like.

So Sarah brought me a parcel of food. Which he said from his sister's wedding. Even I can still feel the warmth from outside the wrapper.

"Why? You don't like it?" Ask again.

"No. It's not. But... You don't have to do this either, do you? I mean trouble yourself!"

"It's okay. I only brought food. That's because you didn't come!"

He put a little emphasis on his sentence just now. When he said I didn't come. But I try to ignore it.

"But inside there's Frans. I mean, you don't mind if I share this for him?" Then I asked without realizing it again. Sarah remained silent for a while before finally answering. It was as if he had just left an impression of his rah.

"In fact, I brought it for you. I didn't know she was home. But it doesn't matter." Legally. I began to question the direction he was saying.

And it started that I started to get suspicious. Even though at the same time I can't cover my feelings for her either.

If you want to know the truth, actually bringing food in Welmina is common. Which is generally done to show familiarity with people they just know. Most of us are often treated this way. But that sort of thing certainly only happened in the first season of our arrival. Moreover, my existence there has been two years more, and I don't think I can convince myself not to think of anything. It's too early to conclude, but every action needs a reason, right?

"Ehm..., didn't you come by for a second? I mean go inside?" My word. Even after nearly fifteen minutes of standing outside, I just thought of inviting her in.

"It's better not."

"... So you're going home soon?"

"Yes, I think." His word. Then move both of his legs for a moment. I guess my brain processes it a little faster this time.

"Um... did your father tell you to come here, Sarah?"

He expected me to be astonished before laughing at himself. "No, is that right? Besides if he knew you were here, he could have scolded you!"

I know what he meant.

"He called you irresponsible. Especially you. Looks like my father's a little sentimental to you." Further again.

Next, Sarah started walking towards her vehicle. I stared at the sky around me. Find him who has been pitch black now. In fact, I did not expect that we had been standing there for nearly half an hour longer. And just to talk. Then with his smile he soon disappeared from my sight. That made the brief meeting over.

But I'd better tell you, if that was just the beginning of all his forms of concern for me. Because before long, Sarah almost always did the same good. If this time he brought rice and side dishes, tomorrow he might bring fruit bread, or even raw vegetables again, some of which he even cooked himself. "I just cooked it this morning, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" Ask. A concern that I don't think will happen for no reason.

For a moment, I might have preferred to think of it as a good act. Because that's what Sarah I've known all along. He likes to do good to anyone. I think I'm one of them too. And again the truth is, I also can't refuse all that kindness without hurting her feelings right? But of course I have to keep doing it in secret. So that's why I told Sarah that she should call me first before coming home. But the plan doesn't always work either.

I might not be too concerned if the matter was a coincidence, but I guess Sarah never listened to what I said. While I also can't prevent my friends from continuing to come home. So not infrequently they often find us alone on the porch of the house for minutes or more. Because I can't just throw him out, right, after he willingly did me a favor? Even though what he did was actually just delivering food. It's just that the problem is a little fact that you need to know about Welmina. In a place as small as this, when you are often seen alone with someone, it can easily provoke unpleasant speculation. I might be able to escape the gossip that I avoid so much, I mean from the locals, but I never get away from the conversation of my friends. Those who I don't think are so intelligent in every way can catch all those signs easily. Before making it a new joke with their gossip. Even the story became a very perverted thought between us. Erik for example, he even said blatantly that I had met Sarah's father to propose to Sarah. Which is covered by others. I don't know where their hallucinations are coming from. But those kind of things are what make me feel less at home if I have to spend my time with them.

I've explained it over and over again, really. As much as I could do, but since my friends did have some brazen talent from birth, they never wanted to take my excuses for granted. They quickly made this the hottest topic among us, which beat our daily vilification of Otto.

Actually, it wasn't as bad as I imagined. After all, there is no harm, is it not, with the name of loving each other? But what really pisses me off is the fact that the rumors are so untrue, but Sarah never did anything to straighten it out.

I'm not saying that he enjoys it, but with his usual attitude, it makes the attacks I receive feel more intense than they can withstand. Especially if we remember what we did before. And when I imagined that I was the one who was the most sarcastic towards her father all along, it made me swallow my own saliva. And just because of a few packs of food.

I never said that Sarah's kindness had any meaning. At least not yet. Then of course, I also don't want to say if I have feelings for her. I rarely talk to him. Almost never even. The only chance we had of talking was when he stopped by my house, that's all. I couldn't respond to it with any more enthusiasm. Because of the taunts of my friends or something, and stuff.

You must have imagined if I should have hated him, right? Strangely enough, I couldn't do that either. Later, I started questioning myself a lot. I guess what I did was purely because I was afraid to let her down, that's all. Moreover, it should not be, the good is repaid by evil? A simple lesson that made me have to stretch my chest more. Even if viewed from any angle, the condition will still feel sad for me.