I Choose You!
#123 Thundering Waves
“Please! Something fell!”
“Yes lord!”
What have I done?
The pat on the shoulder and that familiar voice no longer matters, “Ras! I go call your papa!”
Just new. What the hell's going on?
“Boat!”
“Quick fast!!”
(“You are not so useful.”)
L'm....
Fares... L'm....
“Where to sink?!”
“Jeez, she's already drifting?”
(“Be useful just a little.”)
(“Miss gaze.”)
L'm...
I have to breathe.
(“I don't like it.”)
“Why?”
“There are sinks.”
(“Aaargh!”)
“Pushed him yes?”
(“Sit!”)
(“I'm not talking to you, Ivory! Your son is in trouble now.”)
(“You still dare in front of me huh?”)
(“Rasyiqa!”)
(“Rasyiqa definitely according to grandfather right?”)
(“Rasyiqa!”)
(“Rasyiqa!”)
(“Rasyiqa!”)
“Rasyi!”
A hard pat made my cheek hurt. I was floating around with an indeterminate mind and breath. But my eyes couldn't shake that thundering sea view.
“Rasyi, we go.”
Fares....
(“Rasyiqa, babe~”)
(“Rasyiqa tense once~ Relax dong with grandpa.”)
(“Rasyiqa!”)
“Rasyi! Listen papa!”
L'm....
My view swayed. It was as if I was being moved away. The familiar face was very close.
“Please,” I want to get off.
Lower me.
A commotion echoed on each side. But my eyes could not let go of the image of the ocean even though I was not looking at it now.
Why did I stay away from the port?
(“Let's go home.”)
(“Well, let's go in.”)
“Rasyi!”
(“Rasyiqa!”)
(“Rasyiqa!”)
“Rasyi! See papa!”
Why does his voice?
L'm...
L'm....
“Papa...,” I feel myself hugging someone.
“Papa is here. Breathe, Rasyi.”
I-i heard. Feeling hugs. Although he spoke to calm me down, he did not feel calm in the least. His greatest fear was pressing on his shoulders.
The warm touch released his embrace and held my face. His dark blackened eyes seemed to be unable to stop trembling. But he was not tired of stroking my head.
I realized I was going to see around. I'm already on the coast. The wooden assembly of the beach chair had already clearly shown the crowd in the harbor.
I hold the papa jacket that is still not covered, “Fares, where?”
“Breathe first right,” papa warms my finger.
Impossible. The breath is impossible to calm down in a crisis like this.
“Fares, pa, Fares...”.
She hugged me again, “Iya, papa knows. Rasyi just calm down. Hmm?”
I pushed him as hard as I could. I can't and won't follow her words.
Fares fell from the harbor! In the waves like this! How could I just sit back and do nothing?!
I have to get there!
“Rasyi, listen to papa. It wouldn't be nice if Rasyi gini. Calm down for a moment,” the voice does not stop vibrating.
“Fares sinks!”
“Yes, all help there again. But Rasyi also do not panic.”
“How to not panic?! Fares sinks!”
“Rasyi!”
“Fares! Where is Fares?! I have to get there!!”
No more tears in my eyes. But no longer let go of the embrace that held me. The sound of the roaring waves drowned me more and more in the mind of being. My screams are getting less and less audible as the sound of the crowd getting broken.
Up to the point I had managed to do nothing but sit at the end of the long chair. Papa did not let go of his embrace even though he had to sit next to me.
She buried my face and my tears did not stop even wetting this man.
I can't stop being scared.
“Rizki!”
Suddenly I was brought to my feet. My eardrum caught the crowd getting closer. Made me stare at the beach chair that was already far away from me standing up.
Directly I took off my arms, “Fares!”
I approached someone who was lying in that chair. Holding her shoulders hoping she wakes up to my call. But his face was pale.
“Down first,” papa's voice pulls my shoulder.
“Fares, pa, Fares!!”
Someone's burly hand pulled me away, “Your father check first. Come here.”
“Fares!”
How many times I screamed, the man didn't move. Until his face had to be covered with the papa who examined him. The prisoner from Hendra's hand did not come off even though I had a fight. He even held my upper arm stronger.
“Detach..,” this knee is limp.
I just want to hold it.
“Please, freelance...”.
Fares.
(“Aargh!”)
Fares....
(“Quickly blur.”)
(“You're funny ya~”)
(“Aargh gah!”)
(“No way, Rasyiqa~”)
I'm begging....
(“Running now.”)
The jagad....
(“Ii gah!!”)
(“Iya, Rasyiqa. Fast run,”)
(“Liar... who takes care of ...”)
(“Come out there!”)
(“Rasyiqa!”)
(“Rasyiqa!”)
(“Rasyiqa!”)
“Uhuk! Huk!”
Heh?
“Rasyi!”
The one in front of me... Hendra's?
“Already. Brother Fares is okay,” Firna?
“Uhuk!”
Fares. He's moving.
My tears cannot flow more than this. The warm embrace of my girlfriend doesn't leave me alone.
An indescribable relief despite my body shaking so clearly. However, my breathing clearly began to calm down.
Gradually the people who were rumbling were getting quieter. Their interest had already faded, allowing the main cast to take a break. Although not in front of my eyes, I can feel the calmness of these people I know.
Until they get to where these people choose to go to the nearest inn.
...)( )( )( )( )( )( )( )( )( )( )(...
Tik tok tik tok.
I never thought the sound was so loud in my head. Maybe because I just sit down here doing nothing. Besides looking at this man who was soundly asleep.
Warm room. In one of the surrounding houses that intend to rent a room.
The door opened, and I was beside him. Although it was not close, I could clearly see the sleep of this man.
A blanket?
“Not sleep first?” Sari sits on the floor with me, “Later in the afternoon we go straight home.”
I looked at him, “Where's Brother Fares?”
“Kak Fares is no longer papa, baby. Mending breaks at home right?”
Not wrong anyway. Yet....
Papa did wake Fares. And everything is good according to him. But the fact he almost dragged and hit the foundation of the port many times. The ferocious waves almost took Fares away from us.
I hid my face between my knees, “Is it not better to take Brother Fares to the hospital?”
“She's okay.”
The usual voice was stared at.
“Kak. Hendra calls,” papa sits next to me.
Sari plays a little bit of my hair, “Please take care of Fares, huh?” then he passed the door.
The watch? Ha ha, that made him drown me. L'm....
(“Rasyi, don't pull sister.”)
(“But brother don't go anywhere first!”)
(“Rasyi.”)
I. because I.... Fares fell because of me. Too stupid, acting like kids. Idiotically.
Papa pats my head, “Papa doesn't know what's going on until it's gini. But no one blames Rasyi.”
What a weird way to cheer me up.
He looked at me, “What fear? Fares will be angry? Papa angratin back.”
I smiled at you. It doesn't help at all. It would be better if I left.
Stand me up from my seat, “Rasyi out aja deh.”
Hm? Papa's? Why is he holding my hand?
“Sleep.”
Heh?
“Aaa!” surprised me after that sudden pull.
Silence after papa chose to make me sit and lean on his shoulder.
“Hot Rashi body. Aware? Papa knows Rasyi doesn't care. But papa cares. Sleep for a while,” papa held my head.
“But...”.
“Rasyi,” she pulled my face so I could look at her, “Trust is equally papa. Fares is not papa. No one blamed Rasyi. Otherwise, papa makes it all so.”
L'm....
Papa made my head position more comfortable lying on his lap, “Now sleeping. Papa who will be angry if Rasyi gets sicker.”
Yes, I must admit, I do feel dizzy.
