I Choose You!
#97 A Flower String
“Certain, done right? You're nothing else as crazy as that?”
Firna nudged loudly at the owner of the mouth that had just kissed it. However, Saga still did not understand despite being given such a clear code.
I understand why Firna was holding back that discussion. Understand also why Saga really wants to voice loud. Those two different responses, there was no other reason other than that they remembered me who had a taste for Aaron.
On the other hand, maybe, I can't feel anything else.
“It looks like,” I'm twirling the stainless straws in my drinking bottle.
Their expressions were obviously shocked, but I didn't understand the meaning behind it.
“Not angry, you?” Saga said what she thought.
Confused to make my head go down, “Why am I angry?”
“Ya... how do you call it...?” Vian hesitated to continue speaking.
Saga stood with her hands centered on the garden table as she leaned towards me, “You, well, it's hard to agree! The madman was ridiculed a little, must have been his fault for us!”
Hm? “But now you are not wrong.”
They still remain silent. Do they not believe, or what I say is less than satisfactory for them?
“What should I blame if I'm not wrong? In fact, I want to thank you for following papa's request. Though my days of drama continue,” I smile towards those who are still sculpting.
“Harun really scary yes, until scared so?” Saga back to sit, “Ya... if it gets dragged then who also forgot ya?”
“Not to be discussed anymore, Sag,” Vian noticed taking one chip from its packaging.
Saga doesn't seem to listen, “Eh, but deh, how did you get kidnapped first? How can I be directly afraid?”
Vian frowned unhappily, “Sag!”
“You weren't dragged, or beaten, were you? Poured?”
“Already said don't discuss anymore!”
“Aaak!!”
Not having time to react to wanting to know that excessive Saga, I was already shocked by Firna locking Saga's neck. They are like wrestling. We are clearly gathering to spend some time off.
“Sick! Cat!!” Saga even lost evasive. Where is the evidence he can defend himself?
Firna's getting, angry? “Carely yes?!”
“Ampun!! Yes-yes last!!”
“No need to hear Saga,” Vian who is sitting on the left side of the table is looking at me gently.
My smile came out, “It's okay. I was really scared. That's why I'm glad you guys want to accompany me.”
Firna and Saga momentarily stopped fighting. I think I have time to get what's at the base of my tongue out.
“I've decided that I don't want any contact with Aaron again.”
Of course they would be surprised by this sudden remark from me. I decided this last night. And I don't think there's anything I can do anymore.
Brother Fares did say that all the decisions were on me. And papa must have supported me the best he could. But if I was still naive and hard to defend the troubled, everything would also go awry.
As before.
I am so thankful that everyone understands me. But no one said it would be that smooth again.
“You really, nothing else?!” Saga still couldn't believe it.
Vian patted me on the shoulder, “You don't have to cry Saga. He just doesn't use brains.”
“What does that mean?” Saga was offended.
I can't get a smile off my face. They are very understanding of me. However, the rewards were instead the opposite, I did not understand them.
Why are they so careful with how I feel?
“It's okay. It's my decision. So,” I put my palms together in front of my face as if begging, “Please keep me away from Aaron.”
These people are still silent. Like they need time to process everything I just threw.
“Ngerepotin,” Saga says it but I don't think he'll say no, “Auw!”
These two guys. Still Firna staged an attack to silence Saga's mouth.
“Yak stop there,” Vian stop Saga who want to strike back, “Udah want bell, jam pack Hasan.”
It was decided to return early to class. We still do not know the teacher who fills the next hour there or not but we do not want to mess around.
Our class is close to the inner garden. A short time, we arrived.
“Which needs to be talked again directly only discussed,” class president? In front with the secretary who recorded something on the board.
That meant they were in discussion about decorating the classroom again.
Yeah, it was a big decision. We have to spend a lot of money and of course effort. They do not want to lose something that is clearly uncertain.
Firna took her seat, “Kayaknya Pak Taufik do not fill the class deh. Accompany the race again?”
I shrugged my shoulders, as he sat down.
Hm?
I picked up a set of artificial roses that were on my desk. Oh, when I realized, there was one at Firna's desk.
“What is this?” I asked the question directly to Firna.
“Valentine flowers,” Firna said despite class still noisily discussing class decoration.
That answer doesn't help my brain, “Create..?”.
“Let's love someone else,” he put his mouth close to my ear, “Usually many people who shoot his fat using this flower. The myth says it will be happy. Keep saying there are upperclassmen who can get married.”
Waw?
“Every year?” I asked again.
“Iya. School tradition only.”
Giving to someone we love, right? Wh who?
“Sorry I couldn't come that day,” sound from behind me.
Aaron?
Wait for. What class is talking about?
“Yah...”.
“You how again. That day more people could. Help me not papa, right?”
“Iya,” Aaron's voice is not heard anymore.
I grabbed the flower and looked at it.
It makes no sense to look at it again from the eyes of my former self. He would definitely not miss a single second to hand this over to Aaron. But right now, I wouldn't have thought of it if I hadn't heard his voice.
And who am I giving this to? It is a shame that it is not used.
I looked at Firna, “Indeed last year we love to whom?”
“Lele.”
I hold my laughter. That's when Firna still likes the freshwater fish, huh? Looking at the regret in every corner of Firna's face showed the vexation of her heart.
He looked back at me, “Who do you want to love?”
“Must be a loved one?”
“No, there are also many who love to teachers. See it later a lot, teachers mobbed by kayak artist.”
“Oh, the important school person, so?”
“But many also love to family or girlfriend outside. School is just for let.. yes he said, let us say dear that,” Firna continues the story.
Outside of school? If it's possible like that, I'll just give it to him.
