I Choose You!
#35 in Sela Recovery
“Brainless huh?”
...
“Bungee jumping but forgot the rope?”
...
My beloved Papa⏤not second to none in a world full of this cruel humane. Your son is not well. Now you're looking for a reward for treating my sprained leg? By asking heart-wrenching questions?
Really?!
“You how?” I fixed my sitting position on the long sofa even though my legs were already in a cool position on a pile of pillows, “There was a vehicle almost hit me earlier. Fortunately I was pulled by Ilham. Otherwise, yes worse.”
“Hmm?”
My eyeball caught his face. I haven't told it until now. But I didn't expect it to be that surprised. In reality even that face was hard every day.
Sitting this man who was supported by a footstool chair, repositioned to near my face away from the recently finished toe of the examined foot.
Why are you looking at me with a fixed gaze⏤ “Hu?!”
Her uneasy hands pressed both of my cheeks until my mouth posed like a duck. I cut my hair out of my ears. Turning my face to the right, straight with my leg. Then he returned my head to her and noticed the right side of my face.
I don't know why he turned his attention to both of my hands. The grip on my shoulder and scrutinized all sorts of obscure ones on all sorts of sides.
Why anyway?!
“Pa,” I managed to divert his busy hand rolling over me like a chicken in wheat flour, “The leg pain.”
The face, confused. Is that worried about him?
Not a few motorists who like speeding and just anyone on the highway. That was unexpected. Myself and brother Ilham managed to handle it.
Cell phone voice? Papa's?
He still remained in his position leaning slightly towards me and the right hand stopping between my shoulder and left face. Then the left hand moved into his pants pocket, grabbing the phone.
Papa raised a noisy call, “Hmm?”
Silent, I can't hear any sound from the communications electronics. Whatever he heard, it made his eyes look back at me. That... surprised look?
“Shortly,” he held the phone and stood up. Takes my face up. Random randomize my hair arrangement, “Rest,” it... go?
That was why?
“Non! Den Aaron come~!”
Hm? “Go in here, bi!”
Well, whatever it is. I decided my thoughts on him. I am proud to say, no!
The problem now is, why is my heart here? Aaron was never familiar with the distance that separated us.
“Rasyi!” duh, duh! Why did he run in panic? Watch out for falls, my Aaron! “Where are your legs? Not swollen right?!” he had already taken the seat that papa had just occupied.
“Hihihi...,” tawaku girang. Never have I seen him, who was always calm, panicked. Like out of character.
But he is not happy, “Why laugh?!” she grabbed my hand, “This is what I'm afraid of when you come home is not the same as me.”
“Now you blame Firna? Firna was not in place at the time of the incident,” I still smile holding a laugh.
“I'm serious, Rasyi,” she pulled my hand on her forehead and covered her face, “I'm afraid you're okay.”
This one prince. Never leave my subconscious that always screams cheerfully. If Aaron was a playboy, there would have been a hundred women captivated in one month.
“How can I know if there is a motorbike in front of the school?” I smiled sweetly and pushed her shoulders. Uphold that bent body, “Rather than think it is, better story something to this bored beautiful Rasyi.”
Waw. I said it with confidence.
“Hehehe,” at least she can calm down, “Good, beautiful queen. What story do you want?”
Duh, my joke is flipped again!
“I, the...,” search topic, search topic, search topic! “It! Called why?”
Right! Aaron can't take me home today because there's a call from the teacher. Of course I find a more convenient solution by asking for Firna's cane, rather than having to ask the house security uncle who carries his own vehicle.
“Content kayak race talk.”
The race? “What race?”
“Smart meticulous, make language month. But, I guess I'm not coming.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Why? Don't like?”
“Not. I've been in this race a lot, so I know I'm busy. School breaks are cut to pieces. Not to mention tutoring-ku.”
“The problem is not that. But I don't have time to hang out with you.”
Kyaaaa! The reason is melting!
This self knows that Aaron always wanted to spoil me. Come with me anytime before I even find a friend. But I also don't want to be a burden on him. Aaron was happy with various kinds of lessons like dealing with puzzle games. He loved that.
“And Aaron can win. Just follow dong lombanya~” can this help him to follow his love?
She smiled while shaking little. I look forward to another reaction from her vocal cords, “If her Majesty wants it, of course I will gladly grant it.”
Yeah, right. This guy really wants to participate.
“Sangat~” I smile as wide as I can, “After winning, I will treat.”
“Tract dating only how?”
Ow hell! Please do not proceed, “Aaaa, PR Physics how is it~?”
The sound of sweet laughter further heated my face which I believe was no less red than pomegranate.
To be sure, that timid day continued pleasantly. Docked by a boat delivered by the waves of jokes that are impossible not to blush. Ombang udder that is tense but too quickly passed until dear to pull over.
Time passed until he chose to go home before it was too late.
Slender....
...
...
Whoa! Almost forgot!
My bag is here, right? The envelope. I must leave it to papa about this school proposal. In the near future, there is a larger event than two days of independence celebration. The excitement next month will be much more festive.
October, language month. The school manager intends to create a big event by asking for donation funds for capable parents. Papa included.
“Huh, let’s go~” I got that brown envelope.
I lifted the still sore leg. Not that bad so limp was no problem to move it.
Fortunately the stairs here are designed comfortably considering this house was built at the beginning of my brother in the womb. Sure, the size is wide and the surface is made soft with carpet.
“Non! Waitaminute! Wait a minute non!” one of the aunts caught my eyes just a few steps up the stairs. He climbed the stairs and helped me down.
“Just want to go to his study papa kok.”
Stairs are installed in the dining room, where the door to the workspace is located. I just need to get down, turn left and get in the door.
“This is bi,” I open that door while the other hand carries the envelope.
Left alone. Enter a room full of collections from my mother that I never met. The room is not large and not small, where the glass space in the middle looks very bright without a roof. The garden is always beautiful to look at despite cutting the room into a twisting corridor.
“So now you want to make a fuss?”
Hm? Papa's voice from behind the door?
“Close the phone.”
Oh, you're calling?
“Heh,” papa laughs? “That's a threat?”
The threat?
“Again, my son has nothing to do with you.”
Heh?
“Call you later⏤”
Whaaa! Door's open!
Cuckoo...?
Immediately I lift the brown envelope in front of my face, “Proposal from school.”
He's got his cell phone that I believe has been switched off. Accept that proposal and throw it on the middle sofa of the room?!
“Papa transfer to top.”
“It....,” was why? “No, it's okay. Come.”
Relax Rasyi, it's just your mind.
