Housewife-forced

Worrying?

Once at home, Aya immediately threw her body on the mattress. His feet were hanging on the edge of the bed. He still wears his identity uniform and is too lazy to change clothes. Too tired to just close the door of a room that is still wide open. No one is in his house now.

Aya grabbed a pillow nearby. Then it rolled to the side and buried its face in the pillow. Crying slowly. Over time the cry grew louder and made his body tremble slowly.

"Hiks, want to stop liking Ivan," Aya's monologue is unclear. His voice was muffled behind the pillow.

"Why?" There was a sound of someone on the door of Aya's room.

"Hiks hiks..kok as Ivan's voice?" Aya is still lying on her stomach. His crying is getting louder.

"Ck, I'm buying porridge for you, it's at the dinner table."

Aya straightened her body. Position he turned his back on the door. His body was still stingy with tears still occasionally running down his cheeks. He felt his head getting sicker and his eyes twitching.

"Duh, the cake was getting worse, where until Ivan's voice was heard as well."

After that Aya immediately collapsed on her bed. Fainted.

..........

I don't know how long he slept. Or rather fainting. All he remembered last time was that he fell asleep while crying. And now it's ten o'clock. His body was sleeping properly on the bed. The door to his room was closed.

Aya slowly rose from her sleep. "Feel the door was open, huh. Did I sleep on the way, huh?"

Aya rubbed her forehead. At that moment he realized that there was something on his forehead. He immediately grabbed his HP that was on the nightstand. Back he was astonished with a bowl of porridge and a glass of milk on the nightstand.

"It's really sick what's crazy, anyway? How's the story there's porridge, milk, and this is a compress?"

Aya opened her HP and wanted to ask Alea. But then he realized that Aya was in school and did not bring HP. Suddenly a notification appeared from the instagram application.

@Aerialarm just added a story

That's Ivan's friend's instagram account. Aya wasn't so curious actually. But then he remembered that Arial often uploaded a story in the form of a picture of him who often with Ivan. Aya was curious as well. If for example it was about the incident this morning, maybe Aya can all find information. Yes, Aya is a masochist. I love looking for liver disease.

Aya. With a secret account of course. There was only one video recorded from upstairs. Showing someone running around the field. With a backsound of mocking laughter and cheers of men and women around him. Aya brought her HP closer and only realized that the person running around in the field was Ivan. And there's a sentence in that video.

'Haha, who was sentenced to be late in school because he had to buy porridge just as his girlfriend who was sick first. Passion, sir @ivanrai__'

Aya crept her HP strong after reading the writing. His head turned back dizzy and made Aya unable to sit up. He turned back on himself. Once again he opened Arial's instagram story and repeatedly read the sentence in the video.

"In the meantime, Ivan's girlfriend is sick? The feeling this morning they met," murmured Aya. It was if there was Alea, surely Aya's head had already been hit.

"Or was that Ivan's girlfriend? Keep telling me Ivan's girlfriend is sick?" Aya was busy guessing.

"Eh, but that girl was the same, like the girl from yesterday." Aya scowled at the end of her sentence.

"Say her boyfriend Ivan is sick. Where is bought the same porridge in the compress. Hiks, I want to, I'm sick too." Aya rolled her body to and fro on the bed. Her eyes were heating up again and ready to cry again when she suddenly realized something.

"DAR!!" Aya sat herself down quickly. Care very much now his head is getting sick.

"Porridge same compresses.porridge same compresses.continue that porridge same milk, this on my forehead there is a compress. Bentar, Arial says the porridge is the same compress..," repeated Aya confused.

Aya propped up her chin. His brain was suddenly unable to cooperate. Until finally...

"WEH, YAWN!!" shout Aya. "THIS CAN'T BE WHAT ARIAL MEANS TO ME, RIGHT?" Aya shook her head strongly while patting her cheeks. Makes him grimace afterwards because his head is getting dizzy.

"I'm accusing you, my crazy. It's a real whiz. Sshhh..pusing really huhu, want to bobo again," said Aya. Then he turned himself back slowly.

......................

Aya walked slowly towards the door of the room and opened it slowly. In his left hand was a tray containing an empty glass and an empty bowl. The bowl and milk. He had just eaten even though the porridge and milk were already cold.

Cklek!

"WEH, SATAN!"

Aya almost dropped the tray she was holding when she heard Akbar's screaming voice. Aya forgot that now it was Akbar and Alea's hour. Plus the two of them didn't know that Aya didn't go to school today. It was only natural that Akbar was surprised that Aya suddenly opened the door of the room.

"Tuh, Akbar. Surprise him" said Aya.

"What time do you come home, huh?" ask Akbar. He looked at Aya who was still wearing the uniform in surprise.

"I'm not at school, you're coming home. Haven't changed his clothes because it's so dizzy."

Alea inched closer. He placed the back of his hand on Aya's forehead which still had fever-lowering plaster. "It's very hot," he said.

"Well, right, you said you didn't have to go to school. Aya didn't get worse because of the trouble this morning, did she?" Duh, Akbar and his slippery mouth.

"Shhh...Al could ask you to put this in the sink, right? I'm not strong enough to go down," said Aya to divert the conversation. He thrust out the tray he was carrying towards Alea.

Without waiting for Alea's response, Aya immediately turned around and entered the room. Leaving Akbar and Alea who were still at the door with questioning gazes.

A few nenits later, Alea and Akbar went inside Aya's room. They changed into ordinary clothes. Then sit down in a small chair near Aya's bed.

"Not change your clothes, brother?" ask Akbar.

Aya who was sleeping shook her head slowly. "Males, dizzy."

"Sir Aya isn't papa?" akbar asked once more and made him get a fond flutter on his head from Alea.

"I don't know what you are, blind what. But this Aya's sister is obviously sick, her face is like that corpse cake, still asked not papa," Alea sneered.

"Yee, that's not what I meant." Akbar stroked the back of his head that Alea had just hit. "I want nanya, Aya's brother was not papa after seeing Ivan's brother this morning?"

"Ck, that's why I'm talking about context" Alea said.

"You are weak, insensitive" Akbar replied.

"Kok what?"

"Yes, reality."

"I'm not papa," cut Aya to cut off the debate Akbar and Alea. He felt dizzy when he heard the two men arguing nonstop.

"Emang this morning brother Ivan why? How do I not know." Alea turned towards Aya.

"Why not, this morning I saw him in the cafe deket school he. That's it." Aya shrugged her shoulders.

"The same girl that was yesterday" Akbar added.

Aya glared towards Akbar. While the one being stared at just grinned wide.

"The kiss-"

"Yes, but not papa dong, same girlfriend," cut Aya quickly.

"It's not Ivan's girlfriend," Akbar denied.

"If not why kiss? Where on the lips anyway." Alea looked at Akbar fiercely.

Aya let out a tired breath. It's hard to have a friend without a sensor.

"Have you seen Ivan post the same photo of the girl?" ask Akbar.

"Ever, the same class, but Ivan's hand was placed on the thigh of one of the women," replied Aya.

"Not placed on his thigh. Just in front of him. Because of the camera that makes it look as if on top of the thigh," elak Akbar. Why is he the one who is insistent?

"This is the girl from yesterday was Ivan's girlfriend" Alea snorted. "There's a friend who kisses on the lips."

"YOU DON'T KNOW, IVAN DIDN'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. HE LIKES IT THE SAME-"

Tong Ting!