Home For My Soul

20|Si Rescue

Die me. The first question I can answer easily. They didn't know if I could play the violin or not, so I just admitted that I was taught by my neighbors. The hard one was looking for an excuse about the violin I was wearing.

“Why are you silent? Come, answer!” insist Chika.

“How can a stupid and slow person like you be so drastic? Playing the violin is not easy, how can you play smoothly so?” ask Nisa, add.

“Kat will never want his goods touched by you. Where did you get that violin? Did you steal from his house?” hardik Rahma's.

Katelia hates me so much, because it's ugly and slow. What annoyed him the most was my fat body and my stupid brain. It's not my fault, because my own mother doesn't care about my education. Only the boy he noticed.

Hercules got all the conveniences, and I didn't. Even I went to school to finance. I don't know who gave me the scholarship, I still need to browse. But the guy never told me, maybe he was just communicating with my parents.

How'this? My brain suddenly blunted. I, Katelya Wulan, suddenly couldn't think. Come, dong. Think of any reason that makes sense. What allowed Katelya to give her things to a despicable person like me?

Duh, there's no. Katelia loved all her violins. Therefore, he tagged all those things with his special stickers that would not be lost in time. I'm so stupid. I should have covered that sticker with something. Oh, dearGod. Please help me ….

“Hai, Riris!” Someone suddenly grabbed my shoulder. My heart was pounding so fast from earlier, it almost stopped.

This sound. I looked and was right. Brother Jericho was standing so close by my side. What is this stupid brother of mine doing here? As far as I know, she took a year off from college for her modeling career. But my eyes were heating up, I survived.

“What's up? Why are your faces so tense?” tanyanya's confused.

“Sister since when did you become friends with this fat woman?” asked Chika cynically.

Brother Jericho turned his head and looked at my body for a moment. “He is not fat very.”

“Why is Big Brother close to him?” ask Chika again, urgently. “Sister is friends with him?”

“Since when we were hostile?” asked Jericho in surprise.

“She is a person Kat dislikes,” said Nisa, reminding.

“What everyone my sister hates should I hate too?” ask again. The annoying thing about it is that I really like it at this time.

“But Kat—”

“My sister is dead, why are you still offending her.” Brother Jericho pulled me to follow him. “Come, there are important things we should talk about.”

Chika, Rahma, and Nisa can only close their lips, letting us go. Mercifully. I finally got away from them too. If you didn't come to help, I don't know what I was. I have to admit who I really am.

“Stupid basis!” Brother Jericho ruffled my hair when we were already far away from them and was in a quiet corner of the corridor. “Are you tired of living peacefully? What did you do until you were found out??”

“Iih, not my fault. They were the only ones who always wanted to know about me and followed me wherever I went. Veteran actors are also impossible to act continuously,” I said, defending themselves.

I looked around, making sure no one was around. Danger, if anyone hears our conversation. But no one passed by. I took a deep breath, calming my heart.

“But don't be this stupid his mistake. Why are you playing violin in public??” He pinched my chubby cheeks with anxiety.

“Sister steal listen, yes?” manya suspect. “Again, what is Brother doing here? Didn't you take a year off? It's only been one semester.”

“I'm tired of being chased by fans. So, I want to go back to normal life and finish my studies. Your first graduation. Where do I put my pride?” candelessly. He suddenly hugged me tightly. “Yes, geez, Kat. I miss a day.”

“Sssstt. Don't mention that name!” I cried with a stifled voice.

“Bone Big riris too,” murmured.

I hit him hard on the head. “Basic of dirty brains! Even though this isn't my real body, I'm still your sister. Don't fuck around!”

“Who also wants anything?” He rubbed the affected part of his head. “Let you be as pretty as an angel from heaven too, I'm not interested. I'm just being honest.”

“What else do you want to talk about? I don't want to be late for college.” I glanced at my watch.

“I'll pick up for lunch. So, don't run away. What time do you eat?” tanyakanya.

After determining the time and place of the meeting, we headed to the lecture hall respectively. I sat quietly in the very back row, relieved of the affair with when the naughty girl could be resolved easily.

The late man hadn't arrived yet as I waited near my campus gate. It was precisely Theo who was standing there with a cold face. What other mistake did I make that he gave me that expression back?

“We need to talk,” he said, without further ado. He gave me his helmet.

“Gue tagged along,” he said firmly.

What's wrong with her? His attitude is strange. There was no Chika and her friends around us, so there was no way I was just being slandered. She's not her mother who can rule me at will. He's not my brother who can go where I want.

But I don't want him to know I'm going to meet my brother here. He and the three wicked girls are the ones who should not know we have a close relationship. Because of my brother's stupid mistake, too, so Theo was here first.

I gave up and took the helmet. He took me to a place where there was not much food. Although the food looks very good, I refrained from ordering enough portions. My body is not like Katelia who despite eating a lot remains lean.

“How can you get to know the Wiryawan family?” ask after the waiter left.

“Wiryawan who?” I asked back. That name sounds familiar, but where do I know people by that name?

“Overnight you played violin in their event in the hotel lobby,” he replied in full.

Die me. One more person who knows I play the violin. I immediately got to know the name of Wiryawan that he was referring to. The name of the man who asked me to entertain them at the event at the hotel was named Wiryawan. Is he a rich businessman so Theo knows him too?

I should have worn a mask or a head covering. Ah, can't. I was wearing her mother's dress last Christmas, so it was only natural that she would recognize me immediately. The shoes I wear are also the ones they gave me that day. How'this?

“I don't know them well. It just so happened that I met Mr. Wiryawan and he asked me to play entertaining them on the show,” I.

“How long have you been able to play the violin?” ask again.

“Ah, i-it,” answered I was nervous seeing him squinting his eyes. “A-I learned from my neighbor. He is very busy and very good at playing the violin. He taught me to be a stock, because Mama didn't want to pay for my college. He said, I can find money by playing music like him.”

“Oh. I think the guy who gave you the scholarship also financed the violin tutoring.” He nodded in understanding. I was glad to hear that he believed in me. “Then what about Richo?”

“Hah?” many confused.

“Lo have what relationship with Jericho?” reworked.

“No special relationship. A famous model like her might want to have any relationship with me,” I replied a little nervously.

“Not him you like with him?” accuse him sharply.

My stomach is turbulent and it feels like I want to vomit to hear the word like it juxtaposed with my brother. Just be right. I'm not crazy yet. My body may be different, but my soul remains Katelia. How could I like my stupid brother. Ah, but he doesn't know. He's talking about Amaryllis, not Katelya.

“That's why you're trying so hard to lose weight? Lo knew she was going to college sooner than planned and was willing to approach her?” accusation again.

Oh. Did he see me and Brother Jericho talking to each other this morning? Is that why he's angry like this? But what does it have to do with my brother until he's so agitated? Looks like she didn't hear our conversation, because she didn't know I was Katelia.

“What's with all these questions?” many confused. “You said we need to talk about that because you want to interrogate me?”

“Jawab only my question. Lo exercise every morning for her?” he urged, impatiently.

“I exercise to be healthy, not for anyone,” I replied firmly.

“As long as we go to school, you don't want to exercise even if I invite you. Why are you changing your mind now?” he asked, not believing.

“Shortly. How do you know I exercise every morning?” many surprised. Is she also a hobby of stalking me like those three naughty girls?

“Lo have turn to ask, just answer my question,” command.

“I have the right not to answer your question,” I said boldly.

She's quiet. His eyes looked at my eyes, nose, lips, then my short hair. The net went down to my neck, chest, then both my hands. What the hell is he doing? Why is he observing my body like that? Is there anything stuck to my body?

“Gue don't like skinny girls. All the girls I know are skinny for forgiveness until they are lazy very near them. Don't lose any more weight,” he said, still in a commanding tone. “So here is enough.”

“Why did you manage my weight? I still want to drop ten more kilos so as not to shortness of breath every time the move.”

“Cannot,” he said sharply.

“Why can't?” my protest.

“Because from this second you become my girlfriend.”