Dear, Soul!!
Me why?
“Astagfirullah.. deck, adek is okay?” exclaimed the middle-aged woman who saw me fall.
Hearing the mothers making me realize, I hurried to get up.
“Sa.. I don't papa bu” I replied.
“How do you deck?” Ask the mothers to Farhan.
“No papa Bu..” Farhan replied smiling.
“Yaudah, be careful yes deck..”
“Iya bu” My answer is in unison with Farhan.
The mothers passed.
No matter how long we looked at each other, I was embarrassed to remember. I don't know what Farhan is thinking right now, I glanced at him he just fell silent. Maybe he was just in shock because he fell. I was just in shock because I fell, only compared to the shock of falling I was even more shocked after realizing that I fell right over Farhan. Surprisingly again, instead of rushing to stand when I realized when it hit Farhan, I was silent looking at him.
“You're not papa?” Tanya Farhan broke the silence between the two of us for a moment.
“A.. I'm not papa, sister how?” My answer stammered
“I don't papa” said Farhan while removing some dirt from his shirt when he fell earlier.
“Ma. sorry sis.. I it's sister's shirt so dirty because I”
“Oh, this is not papa” He said smiling.
I felt bad, because it helped me so Farhan fell down that his clothes got dirty. Worse yet I became his burden when he fell. More than my bad taste for making Farhan's clothes dirty, I'm even worse at remembering where I fell right on top of it.
“Yaudah let's go home” take him
“Iya.”
I took my bag that was lying down when I fell.
“Aduhh..”.
“Salwa, you why?” Quick response from Farhan.
“Don't know, it didn't hurt, but just want a new road hurts” explained me
“Yaudah let me help you, find a seat first” said Farhan supported me
Farhan was far enough to support me in finding a comfortable place to sit for a moment.
“Try me to see his feet.” Farhan said squatting in front of me.
“Do Not Brother.” I said while pulling my leg. It was impolite for Farhan to have to check and hold my feet.
Farhan. I just fell silent.
“This is where I saw his feet”
“Ta. but.”
Farhan looked back at me.
He grabbed my leg without asking my permission again.
“Ma sorry kak”
It feels very sad to make an older person so sit lower to hold my feet.
“Sorry for?” He said without a look to check my legs.
“Kakak so must megang my feet.”
He looked at me with a smile.
“This sprain is like” he said then refocused on my legs.
I just kept watching him check my legs.
“Can hold gak?”
“Street? Can do if slow”
“Not, this you can not force to make a road, briefly add inflammation to be added to the length of the pain”
“So?”
“Hold yes.”
“Haa?” I don't know what Farhan means yet, he's already twisted my ankle.
“Aduuhhh..” it feels like my tears are coming out to endure the pain in my ankle.
“Sick really huh?? Sorry sorry.” It sounds spontaneous
Ah, I can no longer hold back my tears, my legs really hurt after Farhan twisted my ankles earlier.
I just nodded while wiping my tears.
“Try being moved now”
I try to move my legs slowly, trying as slow as possible so as not to get too sick.
“eh.??” I was confused to feel my legs getting better.
“Still sick?”
“Udah is not too” I replied.
“Thankful.” He said as he moved and sat beside me. He wiped his sweat, it seemed like he was quite exhausted before supporting me plus he had to help me deal with the aching leg.
I thrust Tissue. He turned his head and took a piece of tissue with a smile.
I checked my bag and I found Tissue wet. I grabbed Farhan's hand and cleaned his dirty hand for holding my leg.
He just looked at me who was cleaning his hands.
“Sorry, brother's hand gets dirty from holding my leg”
He smiled, taking his eyes off me
“Nothing, this is also your foot until this sprain because I pulled you until you fall”
“Yes but that will make me happy kak”
Farhan withdrew his hand and took the tissue from my hand. Maybe he'll be a little uncomfortable if I clean his hands.
“Udah no papa..” Said smiling.
“today I really ngerepotin brother, sorry sis..” I said with regret.
“gak papa Salwa, I myself who nawarin yourself to nolongin you” He said smiling.
I just smiled back. “Still yes brother.”
“Hemm.. Is it better, right? Yaudah let's go home, it'll be afternoon”
“Iya.” Answer smiled.
“You want me to drop off?” He said offer himself.
“Ah, do not need. I so add ngerepotin brother”
“Where can you take a bike if your feet still hurt so”
“Could be, origin slowly”
“Yakin?”
“Iya sis.”
“ Don't worry me, worry it doesn't taste good”
I'm speechless. Is he really worried about me?
“Yah.. anyway here I deliver, not yet home you have made worry first, use the show dumbfounded again.” he said while standing up and pulled me slowly. I'll just come along.
**
I threw my body on the bed. Ah. it feels so comfortable. My feet still hurt a little as much as my way limping, already the grandfather's cake..
I stared at the ceiling of my room, the light bulb looked brighter than usual. All of a sudden..
“eh.. what just now?” Exciting itself. “So, can't be like this.” I said shaking my head.
Either because all day the road with Farhan until I had imagined the face of Farhan in the ceiling of my room earlier.
“Ish... Salwa why the hell??” I asked myself while patting myself on the cheek.
Tong..
One message came in from Fauzi.
“Sayang..”.
“Ya?” Answer's short.
“Where? The book can?”
“Iya..”
“Sorry baby, I couldn't get you back in”
“No papa, are you busy”
“Still yes already know me“
I haven't had a chance to reply to Fauzi's message, My phone rang the phone coming in from him.
“Iya.?” My answer.
“Legaa.”
“What?” I'm confused
“Ya misses her dear.”
“Anaan anyway, the feeling was last noon also met at school.”.
“Well when you meet can not miss it again?”
“Ya can anyway.”
“ Sayangg.”.
“Hem?”
“So you went to the same bookstore Farhan”
“Iyaa.. why?”
“No papa, I just doang”
“Can't?”
“Ya dear God.. who said no one can be who?”
“Ya keep why nanyain it?”
“ya I just love..”
“You know where you are from?”
“So there are people who see you guys keep telling me to”
“Whose menu?”
“Temen classmate..kok I feel inInterview anyway?”
“Kok you feel like that?”
“Ya out of yuya nanya nanya continue.”
“You don't like.”
“Not like dear.”
“Terus?”
“Ya I just said aja”
“Oh.”
“In addition if the same way Farhan can say the same I used to, right?”
“You're suspicious?”
“Yes dear Allah, I'm just worried about you doang”
“Oh.” Answer's short.
“Why you baby?”
Me why? I don't know why either. I just felt different when Fauzi talked about me being accompanied by Farhan this afternoon.
