I Choose You!
#145 Plan Only
Papa and Aunt Ira. they're right in the same blanket.
However, as Fares said, they were not even aware of our arrival. Like we who don't know where they're acting from.
Up where....
“Ra...”.
If for example they turned out not to stop until where the point that should stop⏤what am I thinking?! It's kan....
“Ras...”.
That's their business.
“Ra..”
That's my papa's business....
“Rasyi!”
I look up to this guy, “Hmm?”
“Aaan?! Your ears are crooked, huh?!”
What happened to my ears? “Not really.”
“Not heard? Grandma drop! Denger no!!”
Surviving is still my gaze on Saga, “Listen.”
Saga was silent for a moment, “Heh, short bunny.”
Just answer as usual, “What?”
Saga's face was strange. Vian as well, why suddenly extend a hand towards my forehead? What's my shoe?
“Not hot,” Vian keep his hands away.
Alternating my own hand that touched my forehead, “It's not hot right?”
“This is already. Again crazy,” Saga shaking.
Mobile phone voice. Vian momentarily panicked and raised his electronic device. He left me and Saga alone in the park.
What were we doing? Oh, yeah, wait for Firna to meet the teacher first. Today I came home with Firna anyway.
“Ras.”
“Hmm?”
“Ras, seriously, I want. tanya.”.
“I heard.”
“You'll see to another!”
“Iya, I heard.”
“Anj...,” sound Saga is not powered, “You are really sick right? Aye right?”
“No.”
I have no energy at all. Everything feels so lazy.
“Oh!” saga voice suddenly rises, “Kak Fares?!”
Eh?
My head turned to look at Saga. His face looks angry at me. But I didn't see Fares at all.
“New. Nby!” Saga still looked upset.
Hmmmm. He lied just to get my attention.
I chose to really stare at him, “Why?”
“You have heard, Firna... There is a story about me not?”
What question is that? It all makes me sick of myself. Why does everyone near me know no boundaries, anyway? Otherwise I am forced to share my problems, those who bring me into their problems.
My breath is heavy, “Why? Do you like Firna?”
But Saga did not react much, “Maybe.”
...
It's getting worse!
They both want to make me an angel of love whose job it is to unite them? This is their business! Not me!
I folded my hands together while I wasn't leaning against the table, “What's up?”
“It... Firna⏤”
“You are, like a baby who has not been able to walk. This is your business, Sag. Adults, find your own solution!”
Saga speechless, “Why are you angry?”
This guy asked? Really?! “I'm not your mother! Even your mother must think you can't be independent!”
“Heh, I just wanted to ask you about Firna. He's always been weird lately. I just want to know if I made a mistake or something.”.
“Continue? What is the same with me?!”
Saga breathing, “You why the hell today?”
“Why? You're the same Vian, right? If I'm not angry with you, I'm sick.”
“Beda! This one is called fighting!”
“Good to be aware. Don't talk anymore. I don't want to hear!”
“Not that means I have to solve your problems! You're the same Vian, I mediate! Vian same Clarisa not clear, I take care of. Now you're the same Firna! Need me to mate with you too?!”
“That's because you yourself are too good!”
I'm too good?!
“Terus why?! Why do you always keep my mind up?! I can't calm down if this keeps up, papa!!”
Heh?
Awake, “Papa?”
Downhill. What was that, I got carried away with emotions from thinking too much about papa? I shouldn't have thought about it or even vented it on someone like this.
“Why the same doctor Wirandi?”
“Do not ask!” I raise my voice again? “Sorry.”
Saga did not seem to want to respond. The air around him was pressed to not speak. We seem to be having a big fight.
And it happens in my emotions that slide by not supposed to. It's my fault.
“I'm sorry,” I'm back on the garden table, “Firna...”.
They both like each other. Firna was too brave. And Saga, I think like Fares said, doesn't want to date. If so I can't arrange for her to definitely date Firna. It was a decision that the two of them had to discuss on their own.
First, Firna must be honest first. After that, they should have a good atmosphere. Like dating.
It's easy to call Firna when I'm in place. Saga....
“Firna no special story,” I continue to talk, “If she is angry or what, I also do not know. You know the old upperclassman, he doesn't want stories about...”.
Oops!
“He's got a trust issue you mean?”
“Iya,” profit.
I almost said ‘dia didn't want to tell you about her new baby’. If so, he must have found the clue that Firna's bluff was him. Today I was not really focused.
Think better!
“It seems he is a bit sensitive because his birthday is not celebrated,” I started a new topic.
“Ultah? When?” Saga asked more than I expected.
I know Saga doesn't care. But it's very lucky for me to be the one who doesn't even know Firna's birthday. It made it easier for me to put together a more natural fake story.
“You don't know?” I asked again.
“No.”
“Besok.”
“Huh?!”
“I plan to find a gift for him tomorrow. If only make the mood good,” I see the man, “Mau come?”
Saga seemed to think hard, “Besok.. i...”.
Does he have other plans? Then I have to come up with a new scenario.
“Emang kak Fares OK I went with you?”
“Of course Brother Fares is like you, which is easy to rampage?”
Saga laughing? “OK, I'm coming.”
“Tomorrow at five?” I tilted my head.
“Jam five. I picked up.”
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“Surely she will like?”
This kid is always worried. Should I say how many times, “What do you love gifts if not from you? Well, Firna must have liked kok.”
“What's your gift?”
Don't expect to know, “Can't cheat.”
“Not a repeat heh!”
Because this gift is not for Firna, but for Saga. I deliberately bought a lot of things and made one with my tote bag, so that Saga would not notice. So I can give it to Firna so she can directly present this to Saga.
I'm gonna finish this now.
First step....
“We go straight,” Saga is going to take me home.
“Wait,” I stopped walking, “I think I forgot something deh.”
“What?”
“Because I forgot, so I don't know,” I make sure my expression as if mocking him.
“Means not important. Yok.”
Thought by me for a moment. What enlightenment did Firna get until she declared her liking to this person. Look how much he doesn't care.
This guy is the ideal guy. Sarcasm is not enough to describe it.
“I've called Mr. Fares. Later will pick me up,” smile I turn my hands, “Find dessert first yuk!”
The white shoes I put on first. Making hair, which was accompanied by an ordinary hat, had crashed because of my sudden pace.
