Allow Me to Be With You
CHAPTER 10
"What books are you bringing?" mumbling Nico was annoyed after arriving at the campus. Apparently, he had brought Dave Pelzer's novel a gift from Lisa a year ago. An ironic gift, according to Nico. He really had trouble reading it, even if it was just his prologue.
"It's just heavy" Nico murmured as he slipped it back into his backpack.
Nico lowered his head, then held it with both hands. His head throbbed extremely intensely at the thought of the incident this morning. Frisca's beautiful face, even when she just woke up. Nico didn't expect Frisca to be that pretty girl in ten years. Frisca used to be very geeky with two large front teeth and two braids.
Nico almost laughed if he didn't remember the girl now in his house. All this feels like a miracle. Nico never expected his arrival again, since he gave up after waiting for ten years.
"Co! Lo why? it hurt?" ask Lisa who arrived. Nico lifted his head.
Nico shook his head without looking at Lisa. It's quite severe headache, no need to be added with the presence of Lisa all.
Lisa looked at the flustered Nico, sighed, then sat down next to him.
"Lo's still mad, huh, Co?" asked Lisa while looking at Nico clingy. Nico didn't answer.
"Don't, you don't have to pick me up again. The last time you were on my deck, I hit a lot of people" said Nico ketus, without caring about Lisa's eyes.
"What's? You're under attack, Co? Over where? When's? Same who?" tanyanya hysterical.
Nico looked at him. "Lo don't pretend you don't know. You know, your fans who love to die the same lo you can not lose the most."
Lisa's stuck. Tian. Must be the kid. He's been chasing Lisa ever since they broke up with Nathan and even liked Nico.
Nico speechless. It's not Lisa's fault, but Nico already thinks it is. If Lisa hadn't chosen Nathan in the past, making Tian feel rivaled, it wouldn't have been this way. Nico believes this to be karma.
"Lo know? There is one thing that can make this happen again. That is, you are far away from me." said Nico coldly, then got up and left Lisa.
*****
Nathan put his basketball into the locker while whistling. He won't be training today. He had promised himself to ditch training as often as possible as long as Frisca was in Indonesia. Nathan didn't want to waste a second of time. It's been a long time wasted, and now, Nathan wants to get back at him.
"Snat! three o'clock, yes!" exclaims Odi, his basketball teammate.
"Well, sorry in, I can't" Nathan said. "Ntar ntar I will also rarely exercise deh. There's something important." Nathan continued.
Odi scrunched his forehead. "Kc.. Lo kidding, right? There's a tournament game soon, Nat! Do you want to, your place is changed to Tian?"
"Bodo time." Nathan said as he closed his locker. "There are many other tournaments. This one, I've been waiting for ten years. I'm not gonna leave him alone because of the tournament."
"What the hell? You can usually give me the position you made Tian?" ask Odi.
"Someone." Nathan smiled at Frisca. "A person more valuable than anything in this world. Even the MVP medal."
*****
"Here, let Frisca help, tan."
Frisca took it and started peeling it. Beside him, Aunt Monika was cooking food for dinner.
"Well, can you peel an onion, Fris?" tanya aunty Monika, mother of Nico and Nathan.
"Yes, tan. Aunty forgot yes, the dalem is still a native Indonesian." replied Frisca, making aunt Monika laugh.
"Your Indonesian language is also very good. When you moved to London, you were a kid" said Aunt Monika.
"I'm always at home in Indonesian, tan." explains Frisca. "Lagian, my friends who are also Indonesian there are many kok, tan. But most of them are in college."
Aunt Monika nodded in understanding. A few minutes later, they were both busy with their activities. But eventually, Frisca couldn't bear to not ask about Nico.
"Tan, Nico's studying in what department?" frisca asked, feeling Nico would definitely not answer if he asked her directly.
"Eh?" aunt Monika stopped stirring vegetables, trying to remember. "Ng ... Where is it? Aunt forgot about it. Not wrong in Industrial Engineering.. Or what is it? Uh, that's Nathan.."
Frisca dumbfounded hearing aunt Monika's innocent answer. "So, tan?" frisca asked again after a long wait.
"Ng .. aunt forgot, Fris. In the past when he wanted to go to college, he himself was confused about what to choose, until we did not know anymore. Ntar just ask her son directly, yeah!" he said, then he turned back the vegetables.
Frisca was confused. Why does Aunt Monika not know where her son went to college? But Frisca didn't take the dizzy. Aunt Monika may have forgotten.
"Keep tan, his son doesn't like to talk, does he?" ask Frisca again. "Feel feelings weren't that big."
"Emang, from a small habit is like that. Exactly after you moved" said aunt Monika again. "You're in judesin, huh? Maklumin deh Fris, he's a wayward."
Frisca was silent for a moment. It turns out that Nico has turned into a cold person. In the past, Nico didn't say much, but that was to everyone except Frisca. Frisca used to be the one Nico spoke to the most. For some reason, now Nico is impressed to stay away from Frisca, even though Frisca really misses Nico.
"She's so naughty Fris, she's fighting mute" said aunt Monika again. His face turned cloudy. "When Junior High School, he didn't go to school with Nathan."
Frisca stopped peeling the onions and looked at Aunt Monika, "Never a school, tan? Why?"
"She's aunty at the same school as Nathan, but she's always out" replied aunty Monika with a bitter smile. "His work is fighting only. All the children have ever eaten his raw bogem. Enter BP twenty times. In fact, he did not want to go to class because of the frequent truancy, but after the aunt lobbied the school, he was finally able to go to class. Aunty gets moved when Nico graduates High School. The rapids are mostly red."
"Nico was a year late for college, because Nico took acceleration classes" said aunty monika again, making Frisca stunned. "Or rather, Nathan's a year ahead."
Nico went to college a year after Nathan. Frisca never knew. In fact, Frisca doesn't know anything about Nico.
