CORONAS
6. FIGHT BACK
Saturday, March 24, 2046, Yuva and I skipped college for the first time. The hunt for people who need our help is on again. This time with my own method. By making a plain face like a child and doing some movements that can be a little entertaining. Imitate the movements of cats for example. This is done to reflect the sincerity of his heart in helping others. Hearing my suggestion, Yuva's face let out a look of dirt. Disgustedly.
I continued to support him as I suggested. I gave him examples of facial mimicry and comfort movements. Yuva immediately threw away her face and was nauseous. Even so he still practiced it with a lazy face. I want it to be more serious. As she repeated again, she was even like a seductive woman.
“See! There was an old mother who wanted to cross the street. Help him!” myrag.
Yuva followed my call quickly. A mother carries a grocery bag while holding an umbrella under the hot sun waiting for a large gap from a row of vehicles crossing the road. Yuva greeted him kindly and helped him cross. The help from Yuva was finished in an instant, he immediately returned to me with a bright face.
“I got three points a day. Mother's face looks happy,” comments.
“Good. Then we roam around again looking for another,” take me.
Just a few steps we both went, from behind, someone from inside the truck called us.
“You guys, you guys are the ones who usually give help to people, right?” he said as soon as we had answered his call.
Our heads are moving. An adult man sitting next to the driver of the mini container truck came down to us.
“I Dian. We're transporting moving goods to the Siumbut-umbut suburb. Can you guys help us? We are in need of voluntary manpower without being paid,” he said without further ado.
It was lucky I thought. Sometimes opportunities can come on their own without having to be sought. I nodded in response while Yuva just kept quiet with a smile on her lips. The container door was opened by the man and he told the two of us to go inside.
“That can sit in front of only two people. You guys sit inside this container,” he said.
Yuva brought her lips closer to my ear and said that this man looked unfriendly. Then he asked in a joking tone, “Hey, hey, we don't want to be kidnapped, right?”
“Of course not. I'll leave the container door open so you don't get suspicious. And can jump at any time if you feel insecure,” said Dian.
“No, no, I was just kidding,” Yuva replied by inviting me to go up into the container. “But it is better not to close the container so that we do not feel stuffy,” he said again.
“I think they are just using us,” muttered Yuva suddenly opened a new conversation.
“Eh, why? I think it's a good opportunity. We don't have to search here and there,” my response.
Yuva let out a long breath. “You are plain and clean-hearted or stupid, Eldan anyway? No wonder you can be so pure and earn so much Life Point.”
“Ha? I don't get it. Our job is to help others. As long as someone asks for help, why don't we help him?”
“Esay I said no wonder if you can get a lot of Life Point,” Yuva looks a little annoyed at my words.
If I had put on such an upset face, I would no longer say a word. Afraid that he would get more angry and spray me more with his words. Or it could be his mood changed and lazy to do anything. Womens. Always sensitive to things I can't understand.
“If you had listened to what that person said the first time, you would have understood. But yes, we'll see what happens. Who knows my guess missed,” he continued again after giving a pause for me to think. I nodded without replying.
Time and circumstance are the gear wheels capable of moving anything. When the two come together, everything can change. Since hearing Aunt Viola's words yesterday Yuva has somewhat different attitude today. He seemed more sensitive, seemed more sensitive, and more often analyze things that I think are reasonable. From yesterday night. Just got out of Aunt Viola's house. When chatting looking for a quarry that is in need of help. Even after he finished bringing her home. It was as if he was being drawn into another world. He thinks alone. I feel like I'm not welcome into it if I can't understand his words. He doesn't care if I don't understand. He simply vented it with a ravish of piety.
The truck stopped at a house with a yard still empty of trees or plant pots. Piles of several cans of paint are still visible near the side of the fence. Also some other building tools are still here and there. Yuva and I who had come down from the container looked at each other with a husband and wife who seemed to be occupying this new house. The pregnant wife whispered to her husband with an occasional look of disdain at both of us.
“I hope I can flash and pry the seeds of his eyes out,” yuva swearing softly at me. My lips were so glad to hear it.
The two people who brought us were directly inviting me and Yuva to help bring things down. I haven't had time to take the item, the husband of the owner came to us. He asked us what kind of illness we were suffering from. Yuva and I answered in turn. From our answer, he decided to prevent me from helping in this work. With the reason he did not want in case there were blood spots left on his furniture.
It's happening again. Enough to make my heart fall crispy into the cold liquid. No why. I tried to understand his attitude because I also understood what they were worried about me.
“You should have lied about your illness,” Yuva proposed too late. I smile again.
I convinced Yuva to keep going without worrying about me. Because what really needs this job is Yuva. Yuva said, but her upset face was still a little visible.
