Flavor Anomaly

Part 16 Apology

I squirmed, squealed for a moment, felt a pain in my head, and ended up squeezing my own head. Waiting until this pain gradually disappeared really made my joints limp. The footsteps began to sound. Who else if not Nova.

"Eh, are you awake? How's it? Still dizzy? Don't get up yet, Cha! You're still sick!" Omelnya, put the tray on the nightstand beside me. There was already a glass of white milk and a few stalks of toast with peanut butter in it, which was a bit of a splint on the outer shell of the bread. And it looks like Nova is in a bit of a hurry. Usually he is very neat and he belongs to the perfectionist type.

"Breakfast first, keep taking the medicine," said Nova, staring at the medicine that was still intact wrapped tightly on the table.

"Do you want to work? How am I not built?" I asked in a voice barely audible to my own ears.

"Ngaca, Mom. Want work?! Look at that face. It looks like a living corpse!" he nodded with an annoyed face. "Partially you're looking for a disease, Cha. Like a little boy, play in the rain. Malem-malem anyway."

"The name is rain, Nov," I muttered, pulling back the blanket to cover my entire body to the head.

"Basic bucin! I want to start an office first. Elu ... diem at home. Watch out if you shut up again!" point Nova at me with a sharp look. I only dared to peek under the blankets quietly and further submerge my head so that Nova immediately left the room. She looks like a stepmother in fairy tales.

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My body still feels weak. Luckily my headache is gone. Just two hours of silence at home, it was really unpleasant. I looked at my phone many times, waiting for a message from someone. Angga. It's just that the flat object screen only displays an analog clock with black rose wallpaper.

Rather than red roses I prefer black roses. Some people interpret black roses as a symbol of grief, even symbolizing tragic love. But apparently, the meaning of other black roses is to symbolize loyalty.

My eyes started to get heavy. When almost half closed, suddenly the device that I had placed beside my ear, rang. I opened my eyes immediately. Especially when I see the sender of the message.

ANGGA!

[Cha, come here, yes. The hut!"]

Not long after the notification maps sent to me.

"But! What the hell is this guy! Not the obvious problem yesterday. Or the cake news. You know, if I don't go to work! Even tell it to go there! Don't know what? I'm sick again!" I threw my device. Trying to pretend not to care. But within seconds my mind changed a little.

I'm crying about that thing again. " But what's up, huh? Angga suddenly told me to go there? Did I reply, yes, chat him?" There is a war between the heart and logic.

"ah! Bodo ah's! Let alone. Let him come here! My time anyway?!"

Back ringing the phone sounded loud. But this time not a message from Angga, but a call.

"Who called me?!" my cry was a bit nervous, tidying up my chaotic appearance. Well, sometimes my stupidity is obvious. This is a regular phone call. Not videocall. "Well if I have to lift it up. And I'm going to tell him to come here. Okay!"

"Hello? Or the name of me ...."

"Hurry over here! Do not wear long and do not use thought! It matters!Bye."

Tut. tut's...

The call was terminated unilaterally.

"Ih Angga! I'm not done talking yet! Even cut! Argh!" detangku annoyed. I got out of bed, clasped my phone and paced on the side of the bed. Stalled steps. "okay! I'm going there! As important as anything. To the extent that Angga is all about it."

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I got to the place I meant. Using an online taxi service. Lucky this place is not too far away, then in just 30 minutes I have arrived.

A restaurant that looks pretty crowded makes me confused.

"This is seriously the place?" ask me to myself. Look around. Looking for the figure I've been looking for since.

Not far from where I stand. Someone waved their hands up. "Basic!" my murmurs narrowed my eyes staring at him breathlessly.

But I suddenly slowed down. Looking at that table apparently Angga is not alone. There was Om Derri, a married couple, and ... An idham?!

I stopped when we were a few steps away. "Well, is Idham over there?!"

"The cha! Here!" yelled Angga and now made everyone stare at me.

My steps slowed down but kept walking towards them. Soon I sat down on the side chair of Angga. "Ngapain anyway? Tell me to come here?" my whiskey.

"The cha? He said you were sick? What pain?" ask Om Derri.

No time Angga answered my question, I turned to Om Derri who sat in front of me next to Idham who kept bowing.

"Oh yes, Om. Just a cold."

"How now?"

"That's fine, Om."

"But your face is still pale. Is it really okay?"

"Then anyway? I forgot to wear lipstick. Hurry up," I said, touching my face with a bitter smile. "What's up, Om?" ask me to divert the conversation.

"So gini, Cha. Introduce first, it was ... his parents Idham," pointed Om Derri to a couple sitting at our side table.

"Oh." That's the only word I said. Thinking about the situation I am facing right now.

"They've told me everything. About what Idham did to you" said Om Derri.

"Everything, Cha. Everything Idham did to you first. To the extent that you're afraid to see him now."

I looked at Idham. It is like a thief caught red-handed. No more arrogant and arrogant. He hasn't even dared to look at me since I came.

A man I'm guessing is Idham's father, cleared his throat. Stiffened his body, took a deep breath. Then move.

"I, as an Idham parent, would like to apologize for all my child's mistakes. We will take responsibility for whatever he does" said the man with mostly white hair.

"Imresponsible? What kind of responsibility do you want?"ask me with a little raise my tone.

"Anything, Mba Ocha. If Idham also has to marry Mba Ocha we are ready, too" said the mother.

"What's? My wedding?! Hmh! Sorry, Madam. You don't know how I feel, do you? I must marry this same man****for his fault? Sorry that's not the solution. It will only add to the problem!"

"Then how should we?" Idham's mom looks scared."Please don't report my son to the police. We beg. We'll do anything."

I took a deep breath. Exhaling rough. Glancing at Angga and Om Derri alternately.

"Yes already. I only asked for 1 thing. Please take your child away from this city. I don't want to see his face anymore. Even until anytime. If he sees me one day, tell him to leave and don't try to say hello!"

Idham's father looked at his son. "Have you heard, Dham?"

The person being spoken to just nodded slowly. He really can't squint apparently.

"I'm sorry about Ocha!" snapped Idham's Dad again.

Idham nervous. Fixing his seat facing me. Even though beside him there is Om Derri. He lifted his face, looking at me embarrassed.

"Cha, I'm sorry. Sorry for everything and ...."

"Yes. Hitherto. Don't ever look in front of me again!" My heart is indifferent, not even seeing it at all.

"Hehe, Bro.... The physical can lose, but the brain wins at me" Angga said with a pepsoden smile. Idham heard the words of Angga.

"Without having to dirty your hands and a physical fight can be over, right, the thing is, Cha?" asked Angga who was now looking at me with a proud smile. I just gawked without being able to say a word. Amazed at this sudden attitude of Angga. I didn't even expect that he would be this brave enough to get the people in front of me together.

"My promise to solve this problem is paid off, yes, Cha."

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The three of them left the restaurant after apologizing many times. Even Idham's father gave me his business card, in case I ever needed his help.

Now there are three of us. Me, Angga, and Om Derri.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" ask Om Derri.

I'm down. Playing a cup of tea in front of me. "I'm scared. Also shame, Om."

"Why should I be ashamed? It's not your fault."

"This is my fault. Why can't you take care of yourself. It's my fault, Om." A speck of clear water empties into the tail of my eye. As much as I can resist because I'm too proud to cry in public.

Om Derri hugged me tightly and whispered, "Next time if you're okay, same story Om, yes. Don't hold it yourself."

I'm nodding.

Om Derri left the resto because there was some work to be done. It's just me and Angga.

"Eat first, Cha."

"Males, uh. No appetite."

Angga turned towards the plate in front of me and at me."You've seen it, haven't you? Many people in other parts of the world, some are hard to eat and starve. While there is a lot of good food here. The crab's good here, Cha."

I'm silent for a moment. Look at some of the menus that have been provided at the table. "Yes, yeah. But while the story is yes, how can it be this easy to sneezeinnya, even though Idham is ...."

"Curbs? Authoritarian? So?" cut Angga.

I nodded, saying his word.

"No idea, just a thought. Usually people who are like that, are not afraid of anyone. Doubtful and self-righteous because of his parents."

Angga sipped a bit of lemon tea ice."He violated the facilities or powers his parents had without his parents knowing about it. His parents certainly do not want his son so because they are educated, and do not want to tarnish his name. Usually the prestige is high and many other things are considered as well. Yes, there is aduin. Then, who have access to those people, yes Om you. Ceritain. Surely om you will also digbela and help," said Angga at length. I just kept quiet to hear his explanation.

"Nih cobain telor crab to keep cepet healthy." The dog feeds the food inside

"That's all I can do alone" I shyly continued eating. "Thank you, Ngga."

"Either. Eh eat a lot, mumpung this already paid the same om you. If I could wrap it up."

"Ih, the miserly irit, must have chosen your place, huh?"

Angga just smiles.