Choosing to Marry Young

04. Comenence of Others

Ever since that incident, I haven't seen my dad come home. There was relief when my father didn't come home, because there wouldn't be any harsh words I'd heard to Mom.

My days remain the same, my routine of being a student. The time of the ashes was very exciting. We only think about fun and entertainment, I can also forget about my home problems while with others.

Because school came home early today, I took the time to come to Menik's house. If you go to Menik's house, usually we will bring a girlfriend and this time there is nothing I invite. Nurry wasn't with Baim either, she had business with her mother so she went home first.

I chose to join the others because at home will only remind my heart of my wounds to Dad.

"Za, here." said Puspa.

"Just continue. I have to finish my job." I replied.

"I haven't been able to do it, either, later. Now we enjoy our time." said Puspa again.

"What, Sari called you?" ask Menik.

"No. Why why?" reply Intan.

"She said to come out for a while but hasn't come yet."

"Did you miss me, my sweet boy." said Sari who just came in. Looks like she's not alone, there's someone with her but it's not Sari's boyfriend before.

"You're that-"

"Not be noisy. Didn't I come. Can we start the event to make the spirit." We are indeed very happy when gathered to make sweet rhyme. Just to make a snack.

"Who is that?" ask Intan.

"Yes, I almost forgot about it. This is Arief." said Sari then smiled shyly.

"You've changed again?" seductive Sex.

"What the hell, can we start peeling the fruit." Sari tried to shake.

And the sweet show started. I got the part to make the spice because the others are busy with their respective partners. But not with Arief, he was beside me, helping me who was mengolek seasoning.

"I didn't know you yet. What's yourname?" ask Arief to me.

"Me, Kanza."

"Oh Kanza, nice to meet you" he said, I only returned with a smile.

"What are you talking about, it seems very serious" said Puspa.

"none. He's just helping me." I replied.

"really? Remember Za, don't you already have Dirga?" puspa Goda.

"What the hell. He's not who I am, don't mess around. Why are you talking like that anyway, what do I look like?"

"What's wrong?" tanya Sari who was busy with her phone.

"Nothing, just kidding" said Puspa.

Arief looked at me, he seemed to be smiling at me. I don't know what his smile means but he looks so sweet with that smile.

"It's over?" ask Menik.

"Already." I replied.

I came back to see Arief when he was also looking at me. But doesn't Sari have a boyfriend, and who is Arief? Why did he bring Arief. Is Sari cheating? But upon seeing the interaction of the two of them, there was a sense of Sari's gaze.

And we spend until the afternoon, when we just get together normally without talking about the important but still less when we are with them, but still less when we are with them, unfortunately Nurry did not join today so there is still less.

***

I'm not very active in school, because I'm the worst kid when it comes to curricular matters. What matters is that my academics are good enough for me. But because of my family problems after SMK my achievements dropped drastically. I'm never a champion again, sometimes I miss lessons because I think too much about family matters. How can I grant Mom's wish if I'm just like this.

In the message, Dirga said she could not pick me up as usual because she had to leave early because there were activities at her school. There was sadness but I couldn't force him either because he also had his own busy life and I'm also not who why I feel this way. I don't know.

I chose to sleep, rather than continue to think of the indistinct Dirga.

For a moment I remembered a few days ago when he picked me up, it was raining but he was waiting for me as usual. I was surprised by Dirga who was waiting for me while taking shelter. There was guilt but it was also Dirga's own will, I didn't tell her to pick me up every day. The tega? Yeah, I had so much heart for him but he still picked me up to take me to school. He didn't want to know much about my family not because of anything, he asked me but the response I gave was not good, since then Dirga never discussed it. Actually she was nice but I didn't have any feelings for her but strangely now when Dirga says she can't pick me up I feel disappointed. This feeling really confused me.

***

"Good morning, Mom."

"Again, son, oh yes later Mom will have an event with RT so will be home late" said my mother.

"What's wrong?" my many.

"Help to cook, quite able to pay your sister's SPP dues."

"Mom, did I just quit school and go to work."

"No. I want you to focus on your education. About the cost so that parents bear it. It's my duty as a parent and you as a child to learn."

"But ma'am" I said. Mom just smiled at me.

"Oh yeah, why don't you take the boy who picks you up every day to the house."

"Who? Dirga?" my many.

"No ah. Embarrassed. What will people say."

"Well the same, what I do is always in the spotlight."

"It's okay. We don't make mistakes so we don't have to listen to other people's words" she said. He was always a fool even though many people underestimated our family. He thought, he had never troubled anyone else so let someone else say what.

After breakfast I walked towards the place where I used to ride an angkot, in front of the alley I turned to the direction where Dirga used to wait for me. Today he was right not to pick me up.

"What'sthis? Why me? Focus, Za. Focus." I said.

I moved my legs faster when the transport car stopped not far from my place. In the car I used to read textbooks that I didn't understand, it's not unusual but this brain is working together. Usually, the contents of this brain only have Dad and Dad

***

The second hour lesson just finished, and now it's time to take a break. Because I still feel full. I just stayed in class, there was no intention to go with the others. I tried to activate my phone which I accidentally turned off since the first lesson.

When I was just wrong, some messages came in. I'll see that soon. And when I opened the inbox, I was stuck with a number I was very familiar with. My heart immediately thumped when I saw my father's number written there. But I didn't intend to open it, I was afraid it would make me sad about what I was going to read. I prefer to open another message that happens to be from Dirga. Again he asked me what I was doing. If it continues like this, I will be even more confused by how I feel. Because right now I think men are the same, you could say I'm afraid to like someone.

I chose not to reply, even though I had read it. I'm just afraid what I feel is wrong. The comfort that Dirga gave me lulled. No, I don't want that. I don't want to be hurt because of someone called a man.

Is this what I call afraid of men? But I also want like the others who are always with her boyfriend, they can even be open with their problems to her boyfriend.

"Za, this is from Dirga" Nurry said. He gave me a box of strawberry milk and bread.

"The Dirga? How come?" my many.

"Here he texted me and told me to buy this for you" Nurry said.

Seen, the message Dirga wrote was indeed for me because I did not return the message.

"If you don't accept it, he won't replace my money. Quickly accept. And answer the message." said Nurry.

"Quickly" he said again while I was still with my own thoughts. Dirga was really full of surprises. Looks like he's a romantic guy.

For some reason, I smiled as soon as I received the milk and bread, it was just a small thing but managed to make me smile because of what was done. It confused me more with my feelings.

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