I Choose You!
#47 After Tense...
“Papa do not hate surprises,” his eyes are narrow as usual, switch to a very deadly weapon in this second, “Depending on what surprise.”
“Rasyi apologies.”
“Surprise, should be on purpose.”
Yeah, pa. I understand your message correctly. 'It can't be unintentional. If you don't want to do it, why not prevent it?'.
But it wasn't entirely my fault.
“Rasyi deliberately kok,” I sing my mouth, “It's wrong papa too. If papa is quiet at home, Rasyi does not need to think papa.”
“Reason acceptable,” the face said that his heart said otherwise.
Of course he does the opposite.
Kuteleng head and let out sad eyes, trying to catch his sympathy, “Papa angry that if Rasyi get bad value? Rasyi has also tried~”
“Papa not angry.”
I'm speechless. Ingestion one two three bribes,“Papa lies?”
“Iya.”
Be present. I'd rather be scolded with a shout that wakes up the sun at night. Too bitter if you have to accept papa's beautiful play of words.
My poor fate.
That gripping look I got from the father who had just returned home from the wanted status. And that's because the midterms scores of a month ago were destroyed. I paid for it with the remedial exam. But the value is still low.
My face grew irritated, “The response was indeed difficult. Many can be low. Rasyi can still remedial can average.”
“Many fools can do that.”
Thank you for the compliment.
“Papa no problem,” he hit my answer sheet paper pile, “But if it comes a second time, it means it was on purpose.”
He's talking about the daily exams I did just a week ago. It is much shorter than the midterms. Red ink reads twenty.
Doddle out! I have a reason! “Soal that time Aaron said that he knew papa was missing. She thought papa was kidnapped..”.
Knowing my brain, that time must have been unable to accept and even depressed.
“Indeed.”
What did he say?! “Don't say that!!” I looked at him while rotating my sitting rotation on the sofa, facing him, “The father left because he was invited. Not kidnapped!”
Papa tapped my forehead with his index finger, “From that. Study, tomorrow's exam again right?”
Again the language is distorted.
Hm? “Papa go where else?!”
He stopped his movement wearing a leather jacket, “Ke graveyard.”
Eh? Whose grave? Don't tell me anyone else has lost it... Do I have to know?
I'll ask, “Who?”
The brown eyes darkened again. Like he was raging with the thing that he did not want behind his expressionless face.
“Sekar.”
Heh? What did he say?
“Lang year last month. Papa didn't get there.”
I'm speechless. Also true. Since a few years ago, my father has visited me not only on the day of my death in April but also on my birthday. I don't care about my birthday in September. It's not all me anymore.
And this cold man still hasn't let go of his sympathy.
“Pa, Rasyi follow.”
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The color of the typical frangipani white of the area is full of grief, in addition to jasmine which smells pungent. A beautiful afternoon in the red sky. The air was even hotter than it was this afternoon.
That headstone always kicked my conscience, where it brought me to mind the past.
A glimpse of the life of the office worker, Sekar. I didn't know whether to grieve or be grateful for my soul descending on another figure.
Papa's low shoulders were carried sitting knee-deep in front of the pile of earth. Unlike me, papa doesn't like that mound. The vibrations that signify fear are inversely proportional to his attitude.
His eyes were closed as if expecting something.
“We go home,” this man stands up after successfully opening his eyes.
My heart forbids me to let it stay here any longer. Finally, the mouth just says yes. We left without a word.
Eh?
Stopping the steps, hiding in papa's body with a strange feeling.
“Sore,” papa seems uncomfortable too.
The woman dumped her face, “Iya.”
Huh, he won't play slap again right?
“Pak doctor. Tumben,” it must be God, I think it's true they have a relationship now.
“Have come here last September, but postponed.”
“Thank you, doc, already occupied.”
The atmosphere looked good, but not with their faces. In particular, Nita, the person I heard most venting his anger on papa when he found out Sekar was in a coma.
I realized that look was stealing my attention. It was like he was watching a part of me emerge from behind papa.
How yes? We are friends from High School. But when becoming a Rasyiqa, the impression of each other so look tangled like used yarn.
Just smile, maybe?
Heh?!
“Aaa!!” I can barely keep my balance.
However, this woman's embrace ensured that I stood still.
“Hiks... Hik...,” to, to, Nita kok. Why is she crying?!
I did what? Rasyi, what are you doing?!
“Nit?” God, help me....
Please don't be like a father whose parents aren't visible up ahead. Just shut up like a lamppost with no wires!!
Nita's head that was dangled by that shoulder-length hair was jolted. He pushed his arms and looked at me close. I don't know why those eyes are like saying that it's not me that he sees.
What the hell is wrong with him? When it gets this sad, could it be because of that?
“Tante cheated shopping online?” mouth's open.
Until I finally realized my words were too random for people who didn't know each other. There's a weird look on the second face today.
“Aaaa..., everyone can be sad because cheated~” I smile.
“...., yes,” Nita starts to stay away.
Why be awkward like I yell 'hey, I know aunt Nita like aunt Sekar loh~ Great kan~?'. Maybe I'll be labeled a stalker for lack of work.
“Doctor,” Nita looks at papa who is not struggling with the incident question mark, “Can you talk for a moment? Both.”
Hm?
Papa didn't think long until he pointed his way with his eyes to the gazebo in front of the grave gate.
And... They left me with a god? Basically Rasyi never interacts other than just looking at her face in the middle of Nita's fight with me. Then what should I do?
Waitaminute! What kind of talk are they both doing?! Oooooo... Kepo-ku~~
“Hey,” Gods start a conversation? “You're with Nita what else is it?”
What the hell does that mean? Can you not blame me for your girlfriend's strange behavior?
“Iya, just blame me his~” I smiled sweetly, his “Tante times that hurt!”
So obnoxious. We used to be friends, now they're cornered once!
“Gah hahhaahahah!”
Why else would an old uncle laugh?!
He's still laughing, “How to say you're like Sekar.”
...
I think I should be careful in front of him. It is not funny that they realize the similarity of Rasyiqa with Sekar more. Maybe they're judging me crazy?
“Get all here?”
Hm? A couple of husband and wife....
“Meet boss,” Dewa welcome the man I know well.
Father named Aldi smiled brightly, “Just visit for a minute.”
Introduce. This dashing guy is the bustle of Sekar that ended since the night of my birthday. Where he's giving his wedding invitation and his wife now.
The suffering!
The wife looked at the distant figure still walking here, “Ada Rasyi nih.”
Hmmmm? It turns out that this couple brought their son here.
I smiled broadly at the child who was none other than him, “Harun~”
Eh? Why are Aaron's eyes so black?
My step closer, “Less sleep?”
She smiled sweetly as usual, “Iya nih.”
I'm smiling too. Thankfully nothing bad happened.
