Divergence

Episode 12 # Pay Debt

"Right now I'm so scared, if morning comes." said Bobo softly.

"Why afraid?"

"Because he's gonna take away all my happiness tonight. I feel so unwilling."

"You're just there. Even though morning erases all our stories tonight. You can still keep it in your memory."

"But I really don't want it to end tonight."

Erta held her head up from Bobo's shoulder. "You don't get paranoid about it. As if you would never see me again. Let the other days give the sky, like plain paper we will write. I don't want to just write a story with you tonight."

"You're right. Then I want to hurry up in the morning. So I can write a lot of stories with you."

"Ha-ha-ha, you are weird. You didn't want the morning to come. Now you want to hurry up in the morning. How the hell." said Erta shaking her head.

"Yes yes. Why am I being this weird." said Bobo smiling, one hand ruffling his back hair.

As Erta crossed her hands and stroked her arms, her lips trembled with a cold hold.

"You're cold, yeah."

Bobo immediately took off his jacket. "Wear this." said Bobo, putting his jacket on Erta's back.

"No need to Bo. Later you will be cold." said Erta holding Bobo's hand.

"My body is stronger than yours, and I've been out all night. So I won't be cold. Already, you just wear it."

"Well, if you insist." said Erta resignedly.

Slowly Bobo put his jacket back on Erta's body. Unconsciously their eyes again met and intertwined.

'I love you so much, Erta. But it feels too soon, if I say it now. I better wait for the right time Bobo murmured in his heart.

"Haci ..." Suddenly Erta sneezed. "Sorry, yeah. I seem to have the flu." he said, casting out their interlocked gazes.

"It's okay, we should just go home now. I'm afraid you'll get sick."

Bobo got up from his seat and stuck out one hand. "Come, I'll take you."

"Alright" Erta said as she clasped Bobo's palm up from her seat.

"Are you willing to walk? otherwise, I'll carry you."

"No need, I'm fine."

"Oh, but if you're tired later, say, yes."

"Yes, thank you Bo. Been with me tonight." Erta said as she walked.

"Yes, equally. If you need a friend, just call me. I will always be there for you."

Yeah, I'll call. You work tomorrow?" ask Erta.

"Why?"

"I want to take you away, to all the places I love in this city. Hows it? do you have time?"

"All right, tomorrow I'll accompany you to go."

"Are you serious? then I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Yes, I'll wait for you."

All the way they kept talking. It did not feel like they had reached the front of the fence of Erta's house.

"We have arrived. This is my house."

"So this is your home. Very big, yes." said Bobo staring in wonder.

"Thank you, Bo. It's taking me home. I'll see you tomorrow. I go in first, yes." said Erta smiling widely.

"Yes, thank you for the story tonight."

Erta took off the Bobo jacket she was wearing. "this is your jacket.wear it, Don't let you get cold."

For a moment Bobo looked at Erta who was walking into his house. Then, when he was just about to step his foot away from the front of the fence. Notification message reads from the device. Quickly he took his clothes out of his pocket.

(Don't go first) Erta said in a message.

Bobo just read it, the cup is ringing. Soon he connected it.

"Look at me for a minute" said Erta.

Bobo looked up, turning his gaze towards Erta's bedroom window. He saw Erta standing behind the window raising her left hand towards the sky. Her lips smiled sweetly. He passed doing it too. He raised his hand towards Erta who was a little far away and higher than him.

'I like you very much. lirih they simultaneously spoken in the heart. For a moment, a shooting star flashed in the sky.

"There's a shooting star" Erta said as she closed her eyes, slowly lowering her hand.

"Yes, I saw it." said Bobo.

"Are you asking for something" Erta said by phone directing her gaze at Bobo at the bottom, who was still standing in front of the gate.

"No, I don't believe in shooting stars. If I want to ask for something, I will bow down. I'm gonna beg God."

Unconsciously Erta's inner jerked. For a moment he thought of something. He sighed. 'Come on, I don't have to think about it. The important thing is that I am very happy with him.' he softly shrieked in his heart.

"Why you?" bobo heard Erta's breath.

"It's okay Bo. I'm doing fine. You better go home. It seems like the night is getting late."

"Alright, I'll go home first, yeah."

Yeah, good night Bobo."

"Good night to Erta too. Don't forget, yeah. If you sleep later, use my love to cover your sleep. He-he-he."

"Just calm down, I'll definitely use it. Yes, I closed. Bye-bye."

Slowly Erta closed the shutters and curtains. He broke his body and extinguished the lamp of his room which was located on the nightstand.

Bobo passed his feet slowly after seeing Erta's room lights had gone out. While walking, he occasionally sighed while shadowing Erta's large house.

"How's this? I hesitated to express my feelings." He took a deep breath, calming his mind.

"That's it, I don't have to think about it. Love is simple. If I could make him smile. He will be happy. I will fight for him. I'll do it my own way." continued, with a face full of confidence.

After walking for a few minutes, Bobo arrived at his house. He threw his body on the bed. He rested his hands and placed his head on his palm. Sometimes he imagined the beautiful atmosphere in the park with Erta. Forcing his lips to constantly smile thinly. Slowly his eyes closed and he slept.

When the sun began to rise, his soul was carried to dreamland. She meets Erta and expresses her feelings in the dream.

"I love you Erta. I love you so much. Do you love me too?"

"I love you too Bo. But sorry, I can't live with you."

"Why? is it because our caste is so different?"

"No. It's not that."

"Then what?"

Bobo regained his senses from his sleep, slowly opening his eyes. As the sunlight penetrated the glass window of his room. Touching his face warmly.

He pulled the blanket that wrapped his body, and passed sitting on the lip of the bed while combing his curly hair with his fingers.

"It turns out it was just a dream. But what does that dream mean?" For a moment he was confused and thought about the meaning of the dream. "Of course, it's just a sleeping flower. There can't be any meaning. It's better now that I take a shower, let my mind be refreshed" he said, waking up from his seat, walking towards the bathroom.