I Choose You!
#111 Haha?
“Completed!” I finally finished the copying that heated my eyes and fingertips.
If only there were a time travel tool for goods. I'll pay anything to get this ripped book back to how it was.
It felt very tired, lethargic, uninspired.
No. gabe. I don't think that's what makes me unable to smile.
“Kak Fayyes!” that kid is so good to play with Fares.
While me? Even this guy isn't looking at me.
I purposely stayed here a lot, so that this child could not avoid me. But I can't even think at a glance that this way Fares can use. He always mute whatever I tell him.
How can I go closer?!
“Rizki doesn't take care of Rasyi or what? Love it here,” Hendra is still busy with his newspaper.
Well. I don't blame him. Throughout Rasyi's life, all I was worried about was the long departure of my father. But this time, I didn't seem to have any problem with it. Papa is not important.
I pretended to frown, “Rasyi can't stay here anymore, so?”
Sari, who was playing with her pencil and book, was shocked for a moment. She immediately elbowed her husband.
“Not that either...,” Hendra held onto his upper arm that Sari had just elbowed.
It's also funny to see these two couples acting like new couples.
“Makanya, just drive away,” sound....
“Good afternoon, papa. Is it annoying, huh? Though from yesterday there was no time at home,” I smiled at him.
She smiled back, “So my only son is happy not to be home. So papa has to check here right?”
You mean I made you bother? And I didn't do anything.
The war, pa? Okay fine!
I pulled the tip of my lips wider, “That's fine. Rasyi hope papa is not overachieved because of a lot of work.”
A lot of work, right? Better take care of your own work!
“It was also so that Rasyi could buy and stay casually where ever he wanted,” papa would have meant that it was all for a wasteful and troublesome life from me right?
I didn't think Papa's face had really been his shield all this time. Whenever I wanted to do evil, his good looks could always be the reason my hands stopped. Aarghs!
“Already?” papa has returned to his flat face mode, “We go home now.”
I scowl can not resist annoyance, “Rasyi want to sleep here~!”
“You how much longer here? A year?” papa raised his eyebrows.
Yes, but I have no progress at all with Fares!
“Already, Riz. Just last night again. It's been a really good night. You also sleep here,” I love Sari~
“No need, brother. It'll go straight home,” papa look at me again, “Rasyi.”
“No want!”
Sari hit little Rizki's leg? “Biarin aja uh. Saturday night too. Kan holiday. Tomorrow can ask Fares to make inter.”
Nice idea, auntie! At that time, I had a better chance to talk⏤
“Fares tomorrow busy, mom. Sorry,” Fares? He had once spoken like that when he had not said anything since!
He is still busy. I also know, that BEM can't be busy 24 hours in seven days a week either.
Obviously it was to avoid me. Just like he did after Aaron threatened him. Harun's time still forced him too even after he went to school outside?
Couldn't this be his own wish? Wh why? Did I make a mistake? But it's obvious that he doesn't hate me.
If this continues, my determination to win Fares' heart just sounds like nonsense.
“Let me pick you up tomorrow morning,” papa brought back his cardigan, “Do not bother, Ras⏤”
Hm? House bell? Eight o'clock at night? Who visited on this day that was nothing?
“Shortly!” Sari stood up from her seat.
Papa's piercing gaze stuck in as if an iron spear. He was angry, I could too. Especially if he disturbs me in search of a better life for my future.
If you want to go home, go home by yourself!
“Iki want to go home?” Ira?
“Uncle cini aja!” Daffa hugged Papa's leg again. Spoiled like every day lack of attention, “Tidul cama Dappa!”
Papa. Pressing the snub nose of this child, “Sorry yes, uncle tomorrow have to work again.”
Ira goes with these two guys. Laugh at the boy who was putting his mouth forward. They seem. Whatever!
“Fares~!” Sari back, “There's Riri~!”
Riri's? Is the woman behind him?
“Om~ Gimana, yesterday's gift? Like?” she sat down on the sofa next to Hendra.
“Lumayan.”
A present? What gift?
“Oh yes, this is om,” this woman gives a parcel bag. Written the name of the cake on it, “Bolu pandan, special make om same aunt”
“OK, thanks,” uncle Hendra received it.
“I want!!” Daffa chose to go down and attack the parcel.
This is not the first time I've seen a guest I don't know. But somehow, it felt like this woman was very familiar in the other direction. Makes me just sit quietly beside Hendra on the same long sofa.
While Ira helps her son to open the parcel towards the Kitchen.
“Titip Rasyi, Hendra,” papa knocks on the edge of my forehead.
“Yak. Careful,” Hendra folds his newspaper.
Papa chose to really leave.
The little lamb let the man go. But my eyes were momentarily diverted. I clearly felt the gaze of the woman Sari called as Riri. My smile returned her clear smile towards me. Even though I feel awkward.
“You want movie night?” he spoke back.
“Movie what? News,” Hendra turns on the television in his trusty evening news.
This discomfort is getting uncomfortable. Not that I'm addicted to conflict, but everything is too peaceful. It's like I'm not here. They're both more familiar than I thought.
“See you tomorrow, right?” Fares?
This Riri stuck out her tongue, “Dear~”
Fares' friend, huh? How did you get along with Hendra? Though Hendra is much stiffer than papa who is as hard as an iceberg.
“Yes no papa, dong. It's been a long time also not here,” Sari re-emerged, “You group work huh?”
“Yes, aunt~ Urgent!”
“Make next week right?” Fares seemed a little busy with his laptop.
“Urgent dong's. I'll need a photo of you~” this woman took out her polaroid camera.
Fares. Ter, ter ter ter... smile?! Aye? Why these? The inner joke?
“We get to the table there,” Fares precede the step, “One hour only. Later you come home overnight.”
“And there are knights who can inter-in I go home~” this woman follows in the steps of Fares. He laughed crisply.
“That's it?”
These two men left. What did I just see?
I looked at Sari and Hendra who were busy themselves. It was as if they had never seen anything strange happen in front of my eyes. From where? This is not normal!
“Tante..., who is it?” I disturbed their affection.
“That's Clarissa. Beautiful right? Often, play here,” Sari smiles as usual.
Clarissa? Clarissa saha tea?!
