I Choose You!
#105 I guess
“Thank you,” this woman received what I gave, “Make your own?”
I smile sweetly, “Iya, auntie. Please say hello to Aaron.”
This woman is suddenly grim-faced, “Tante is sorry about Aaron. Dia...”
A person can be very foreign even to his own mother. I have no power over this woman who conceived and gave birth to Aaron. There's nothing more I can say.
“It's okay, aunt. What happened happened happened has happened.”
This woman smiled thinly, “Thank you.”
“Oh, aunt. Aaron leaving when?”
“About the middle of next month. Later aunty can give you news.”
I shook my head, “No need for aunty. Please just give that to Aaron.”
“Iya, later auntie love.”
My head lowered slowly, “I excuse me.”
Not much ado, my steps went through the fence again.
I just don't want to take longer. Maybe it's because I'm still uncomfortable around Aaron. I'd better give it my good intentions like that.
Cakes and watches with two time zones, I guess that's enough right?
“Already?” papa greeted me after I got back in the car.
I nodded, “Iya.”
The car, which was not switched off from the start, returned to moving smoothly. Papa runs his wheel following the busy complex streets. This afternoon a wide range of vehicles, should be slower.
Not long after, we finally arrived at Hendra's house.
“Aaak Aachi!” Daffa was ready to hug my feet as I got out of the car.
“Need to be assisted by the inn?” Hendra approached the papa who opened the trunk.
Papa handed me my suitcase bag, “Thanks.”
We led ourselves into the house like our own. Too often I come here to make me no longer hesitate to barge in. Found Ira in the living room busy with her laptop.
“Mama, there's Brother Achi!” he's pulling Ira's shirt.
Ira is still busy, “Iya, play first with brother Rasyi.”
“Daffa,” Sari raised the troublesome little boy, “Mama again work, dear. Let's play with Rasyi.”
Ha ha ha, that would be so much fun....
“I stay right away, sis,” papa nicely bring my backpack up near me stand, “Rasyi, don't be weird. Papa phone hold.”
“Iya..,” I took my backpack.
“Live? I want a night,” Sari must be uncomfortable.
“In the surprise of all, brother. I tipped Rasyi,” papa fix up his sleeves which from earlier folded, “Can be between now, right?” he nudged Hendra.
Hendra took the car keys from papa, “Have any choice?”
“No,” papa carrying her backpack.
Huuuh. I have to say bye again. I can't think everything's gonna be okay.
I mean, all the problems that brought trauma before this, starting with papa leaving. That time was even up to a month and without any news.
Eh? Papa hugged me?
“Papa is right working. Don't think strangely,” papa nudged my head even though one hand was still holding my shoulder into his embrace.
Kubalas embracing, “Truly phone Rasyi continues to loh. Half day no news, Rasyi send team SAR.”
She chuckles, “Iya,” warm kiss it is always a sign of goodbye, “Do not go to the toilet.”
...
O papa, I curse your plane to delay until dawn tomorrow!
“Why does Rasyi go to the toilet often? Sick?!” why is Sari so dramatic? “Rasyi face to red!”
Papa let go of his embrace and scattered my hair, “It's just hot. Hence frequent to toilet.”
Please stop!!
I was finally able to be freed from that annoying papa. The house is still crowded and troublesome with Daffa with a bossy attitude.
“Kak Fayes!” Daffa who was still speaking did not smoothly run towards the inner room.
Tu, is there Brother Fares?!
Duh! My heart is still not getting better!
It's papa's fault! Carry shameful language continuously. I can't control my face....
“Rasyi overheated? Aunt make you a drink?” Sari was panicking.
I smiled, “Iya deh,” maybe it can make me calmer even a little.
“Kak Achi, come!!” this one kid doesn't want to know, huh?! His hands just pull.
However, strength really cannot be counted. Every day not looking, his strength always rose by one level.
I wonder what it would be like if he studied martial arts like Fares. Brother Fares whose body is not athletic can be strong. What if this kid, who was strong from the beginning? For sure I still prefer brother Fares, what else from his nature.
Why is my brain processing this strange thought?!
This man looked at me, “Rasyi has been up since when? Sister just realized.”
Yeah, I think he's busy with whatever he's doing at that clean dining table. Books, laptops, other books and a wide variety of papers.
I need to be calm and ordinary. Let's use that excuse to leave.
“Yuk, Daffa,” I tried to hold the little boy, “Sister Fares was busy. Don't be bothered.”
“Do not want! Play with Fayes!!”
This kid can't just be me, huh? So obnoxious! My feeling, when little Fares was not like this also troubled him.
Why am I thinking about Fares again?!
I'm crouching, “Daffa. Don't bother the dong people. Daffa is smart, right?”
Looked at that really ugly annoyed face, “Bad brother!!”
Eh?
“Auw!”
BRUK! BRACKET! DEBUR!
...
My son should be pecel! Just run away from work!! Already trying to softly ask, he instead pushed me to the point of falling. Plus, my fall was made not pretty like this!
“Jeez, Daffa! Don't do it!”
“Bad Achi jack!”
“Rasyi!” I see a face....
My fingers managed to cover my face, not wanting to see. So shy!
Brother Fares saw everything clearly! My fall that had formed an impression like seesaw while dropping items around my head.
This house is also getting bigger.
What kind of visualization appeared in Fares' eyes when he saw this?!!
“Sick?” fares' voice sounded close while getting rid of the items falling around me.
Yes brother, my maluku nerves are very painful! You must be laughing, right? No need to look, you know!
“Fares,” voice Sari, “Learn in room only yes. Invite Rasyi, treat, if injured.”
“Iya,” I feel a hand pulling my upper arm softly.
I didn't want to comment much and followed her into her room. The spacious and cool room was not seen once twice. This place is more comfortable if it is a place to study or just relax.
“Sit here,” she led me in a comfortable chair in front of her computer set up, “Is anyone sick? Brother directly obati.”
Eh? Eh?!
I immediately threw my face away. Fares had already huddled in front of me with one hand held up to the arm of the chair I was sitting on. Real close.
“Ti, ti, no,” come on Rasyi! Speak normally!
“Really?”
Why is his face so close?!
I just nodded. Maybe because I'm afraid my mouth's talking weird stuff.
“OK,” he stayed away, “Turns tell brother if there is pain, yes?”
“Iya...”.
“Rasyi have PR? We work together.”
“No...exist...”.
“Oh yes?” Fares approached his belongings on his always neat study table, “You learn?”
“... later.”
Duh! I can't get rid of my strange attitude. Where is there a Rasyiqa who answers such a gentle question with one or two words only.
“Rasyi really not papa?” even Fares realized it.
Why the hell am I like this? Nothing is scary and nothing is awkward. My breath and heart are not certain.
“Rasyi,” heh?! Fares? “Why?”
Fares who sat carrying his study desk chair in front of me. His warm gaze with a hint of worried spice in those brownish eyes. That very close presence allowed me to observe her yellow complexion.
It really makes my heart so much tighter.
Papa...right?
“Rasyi?” he stroked my head back.
“I am... strange,” I put my hand in that sick place.
“Sick? Rasyi's breath is tight?!” slowly Fares held my hand, “Come we⏤”
“Not.”
“What?”
“I..., I like Brother Fares.”
His eyes opened wide, “What?”
