CAMELLIAS

section 14

The confused 14

Alfaro Keenan

It's been almost these few months there are some unknown people, pacing around the house. They looked all black, like they were watching something. I'm not so sure, it's just that they look like they're watching my place.

"Who, Brother?" Alma asked, I still observed the two people from behind the window curtain. They were standing not far from home.

"No idea, Dek." My reply,

"Alma often sees that person, around our house. Are they debt collectors?" I turned around, facing Alma.

"We don't owe anyone. Let's have breakfast first, I'll make Alma's favorite fried rice."

Alma and I walked to the table. I wonder who they are?

After breakfast, I headed straight to campus.

"What show is there today?" Dea who since her class finished came straight to my classroom.

"You go straight to work." I reply, still busy stuffing some stuff into the backpack.

"Can't it be delayed? Follow me to photoshoot." Whimper Dea, some people turned towards me and Dea.

Dea often looks fashionable, even for the look this time I think a little excessive. She was wearing a cropped, white tangtop and blue denim jeans. I think it's too open just to go to college.

"I can't."

"Can you allow? Just this once. The shooting is far away." He returned sulking.

"It really can't be, De."

"Don't you think you've changed lately?!"

"Change what?" I sighed, glancing at Dea's face that had turned sour. But instead of answering, Dea clucked and left. I immediately grabbed her wrist before she walked too far.

"Dea."

"I know. I've always been number two in your life, now you go. Don't care about me anymore." Dea brushed off my arm.

"De, you know, I need money for Alma's treatment? I need a job to make money."

"Yes already. Work there!" Dea began to raise her voice.

I took my breath away, I no longer held him back as soon as he left. I'm not the kind of man who would beg or persuade his lover to sulk. I'd rather shut up, let it calm down, then I'll talk. Free to talk if all are still equally emotional. After Dea left, I was out of class, heading to the motor park behind the campus building.

"Good day Mang Udin." My broom, as soon as I get to the gate of Kara's house.

"The Jiang Mas Faro. Please come in." Mang Udin opened the gate and I went straight to Kara's yard, parked the bike in the usual place.

Get off the bike and walk towards the entrance of Kara's house, but I see Kara's car is already in the garage. I glanced at the watch on the wrist, ascertaining whether I came late or not. Usually I first come on Kara's appeal.

The door of the house is slightly open. There was little doubt as to whether I should enter or not, but as soon as I saw some people surrounding Kara, I ventured to open the door wider. And how surprised I was to see Kara crying, sitting on the floor and all the objects scattered like a storm.

"What's up, Bi?" I'm coming closer, approaching Kara.

"What's up, Kar. Why is your house in a mess? And also you_ "My eyes were wide when I saw Kara's feet bleeding.

"Jeez Kara." I immediately approached, collapsed and checked his feet,

"Why? This is why, Bi!" I started to get annoyed that no one answered my question from earlier.

"Pick up bandages and medicine!" My orders, even though I am nobody in this house, I ventured to have Bi Iyah look for a cure to treat Kara's wounds.

"Are you okay?" I asked, squatting down and holding both of Kara's shoulders.

Kara puffed up at me, the next Kara pulled the shirt and hugged my body tightly. His cries broke, his sobs grew louder, anyone who heard him would be touched. Next to my hand hugged his back and one hand stroked his hair. There was an unbearable and unaccepting feeling of seeing her cry, upset and pity mixed into one, turbulent in my heart.

I treated the scratches on Kara's soles, after she was content to spill all her sadness in my arms.

"illness?" My tofu,

Kara shakes. Although his crying stopped but still sounded his sobbing, occasionally. There was no way he would want to study in this condition, even though the wound was not too severe, but saw the condition of the house was a mess and a lot of broken things scattered, he said, I'm sure whatever I'm explaining won't get absorbed very well.

"The wound's in the bandage. Can I take you to the room?" My bargain.

Kara still did not budge, even her gaze blankly looked straight ahead.

"Kara," I grabbed her fingers "Rest, I'll drop her upstairs. Yea?" I stood up, pulling Kara's arm to stand up. Kara held my arm.

"Don't go." Prattling

"Don't go" he repeated.

"I'm not leaving, but you need to rest."

Finally I reached Kara's body to her room on the second floor, after several times Kara refused. This is the first time I've entered a girl's room. During my courtship with Dea, I never dared to enter her room, I kept limiting myself to her doorstep. It was only once, when Dea was sick. Kara had difficulty walking due to a scratch on her foot, so I felt it was natural that I would walk her until she sat on the edge of the bed.

Awkward, that's how I feel. Being in a room with a girl made me feel wrong.

"here." Kara patted next to the empty space on the edge of the bed, next to her. Despite my doubts, I still follow his wishes.

"Thank You." He said softly, his head lowered to play his fingernails.

"You can find me if you're sad." My reply,

"You can go home, I'm fine." Although Kara said she was fine, her body could not lie. He even started crying again.

I'd love to ask what really happened, but I can't possibly ask at a time when Kara's condition was like this.

I got off the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor opposite Kara, looking up at her face.

"Don't cry anymore." I leaned against my body and wiped her tears.

"I don't know what really happened. You don't need to tell me now, but don't be nagged."

"Nobody cares about me." Kara's voice was slow, restrained.

"There was. I'm for example." My gaze met Kara's black eyes, while staring at each other. But I don't know what I'm doing, I suddenly close my face and kiss Kara's lips. At first Kara just quietly received an impromptu kiss from me, but as soon as I started moving my lips, giving a small lump on her lips, Kara started to follow.

I'm deepening my kiss. The sweetest kiss I've ever had, as well as the most emotional kiss I've ever had, because Kara started to return my kisses sobbing, her arms clutching my shoulders, she said, even the salty taste of Kara's tears mixed with the sweet taste of her lips.

I took off my kiss, though I was reluctant to do so.

"From now on you have me. So never feel alone again." Kara nodded, even now she smiled despite a vague glance.

"I'm home. Call me if there's anything, I'll come." Kara nodded back.

I closed the door to Kara's room, went home. From the stairs I can still see Bi Iyah, Brother Susan and Mang Udin are still cleaning the house from the remnants of broken goods.

"What's really going on, Bi?" I approached the three of them.

"So Mom was fighting. Denger wants a divorce. If you are angry like slamming stuff, continue Neng Kara home. He tried to break his parents into a fight, but he was the one who got hurt, not accidentally stepped on the broken glass." Obviously Susan Ma'am,

"It's not so clear, Mas. All I heard was that they were making a fuss over Mr. Fatur's son, from his wife who was brought here." Continue Sister Susan.

"Emang, Mr Fathur has a wife of two?"

"No. I married Ms. Dahlia after divorcing her first wife. What's the name, if not wrong Sal_ "

"Mas Faro is coming home? Let me take you to the front?" Suddenly Mang Udin interrupted.

"Oh yes, Mang." I did not continue my conversation with Bi Iyah and Sister Susan. Although I'm actually very curious, but I'm not that cool with Kara's family business.

"I'm home, Mang. Please look at Kara, Mang, she must be really sad."

"Yes, it's."

I lay my body on the bed, after coming home from Kara's house, I immediately cleaned myself and just stared at the mobile phone screen since then. Some of the messages sent, none of which Kara has responded to, I hope she's okay. Although I realize what I did with Kara was wrong, but I can't, my brain and body are opposite, I can't lie to my heart.

I betrayed Dea, but I want Kara too. My pity for Kara, now turned into a sense of wanting to have, even the sense of Iba actually turned into a sense of wanting to protect.

There's actually been something that's been troubling my mind since I left Kara's house. As soon as I walked along with the Udin mang, I vaguely heard Sister Susan mention the name of someone so familiar.

"Salma, Mr. Fathur's wife used to be Salma, didn't Mak." Those were the words I heard, although faintly I was sure I couldn't possibly mishear. Upon hearing Salma's name, the otaku immediately works to remember a person that is, Mother. My mother's name is Salma.