I Choose You!
#66 Problem Problems
Firna leaned her head. Coupled with my head, “We buy food first yuk.”
“My money is in class,” I returned the backrest, gave a load for him.
“I guarantee first deh.”
“Let's if his father comes how?”
“That's a lot of reasons!”
“That is, whose name, lazy motion.”
Sitting on a low cement fence that separates the tree ground and the school's hard ground. A cool place with shade trees lined in its soil. It's fun to be here.
It would be best if the teacher, who is in charge of this sports schedule, would not come until time runs out. I am an extrovert, but not an athletic.
The hot morning is healthy, adding a point of laziness.
Maybe, because Ira's words yesterday were ringing. I don't think about it.
“Cantik~”
Who stood and covered my eyes?
The man whose face was too dark in my eyes ended up sitting down. Returns sunlight that is not far straight in front of me.
“Dhik, no news of his father, what?” Firna was still relaxing with us leaning against each other.
“Don't know,” Dhika is busy with what she brings.
Eh?! Did Dhika just slip a flower in my ear?
This guy is smiling, “Pas!”
I can't say anything.
He dyed this silence by putting another small flower into his own ear. His smile was still even though I was not fascinated.
Feels disturbing. Especially with his hands that instantly hooked my fingers.
“Gue tired no?”
Forgive me for not knowing this courtesy. My standard of judgment on good looks is too high for you to reach.
Trust me, my papa has senseless good looks.
“Hei...,” Firna suddenly lowered her head between us, “Called tuh from earlier.”
“Eh! Dhika!”
Oh, true. Someone called from the middle of the field.
“We were told to play one round of basketball. Yok guys!”
I can see Aaron. He stopped his steps behind Dhika who was still squatting in front of me. Looks scary.
“Do not skip,” Aaron pull Dhika sports uniform.
“Heh! Sickness ridicule!”
Go them to the middle of the basketball court, although it looks alarming. At least a lot of guys interject by starting the game quickly
The tough balls are fought over each other. The entire virgin class is divided into two classes that match the ability to herd and throw. Everyone in this school can play that ball.
“Harun jago also turned out,” Firna whispered to me as if gossiping.
I understand Firna's shock. Aaron seems perfect, but he's actually just an academic kid. I've never seen Harun as more of an average sportsman.
“Dhika too,” Firna continued her conversation, “Eh, but, they both kayak...”.
Fighht. My eyes caught it too.
The two did not yell at each other or hit. But this two-team match so it looks like a one-on-one match. Warm-up matches while waiting for the teacher to come, changed drastically to competitive matches.
“That's his new student?”
I responded to that question, “Iya.”
Aye? Who asked⏤
“Bikin shocked!” the sound of Firna's cry echoed in my ear.
“We are from here we!” Saga raised her face from behind Vian who was sitting beside me.
“New kid looking for trouble to Aaron?” Vian looked at the field.
Firna leaned her head again, “Rasyi magnet.”
I saw this often complaining childhood friend, “Thank you for the compliment.”
The atmosphere became quiet. I feel like there's something weird about the twins not responding. My eyes are back on these brothers.
Saga's face, hard, but I can also feel sad. But Vian.
That's not a good sign.
First, I know there are three people who like me. Second, these people have personalities that are not easily offended and have high self-worth. Unlike Saga who choose to take off rather than join the scramble.
Third, I cannot divide my brain for these two problems.
I managed to repair my relationship with Aaron. But papa's problems with everything about the new mama and the wedding are not over yet.
Now these?
Fatiguing.
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“Huuu...,” My breath feels very hot.
The room is not dark and light. Very familiar, directly piercing my memory that was still half conscious. My body began to realize that I was in my own bed.
Weight. My muscles are dead. Giddy. Shivering and overheating at the same time.
I touched my forehead. Don't tell me I'm sick again.
“Huuuh,” I forced my body to sit up.
Always take care of himself. Despite the severe pain, he himself bought and took the medicine.
However, I felt it so much, Rasyi's body was much more powerless. Whether true or not, all of that has always been connected to my premature birth. I was often tired and sick. And once it hurts, it feels heavy.
“Ii!” I forced myself to stand up.
Hold on at least to papa's room.
One, two, three steps. Slowly but surely. I managed to get to the door and open it.
Dark with low-power lights spread throughout the house. My feet can still lead me close to the door of my room, to the right of my room.
“Papa,” tried I called after knocking on that door.
“Log in,” papa, he's awake again.
I opened that door. Surviving the doorknob that I hoped was still strong withstanding my weight. Looking at the man who was still sitting casually on his beloved sofa.
“Pa.., I think Rasyi is sick,”
I listened to the sound of steps. Quick, unlike the usual casual steps.
Until finally a hand touched my face. Along with one hand holding my body.
My stifled thinking, just realized that I had been picked up by this doctor. Funny thing about thinking she could carry me, treating me like a princess. Lying me on one side of the bed.
Like food every day, Papa took care of me.
“Don't think Ira or Kirana,” papa played my poniku until he could stick the cooler on my forehead.
Papa's a smart guy. He knew I would be sick or at least have nightmares if I had a lot of thoughts. And this watered-down brain understands, that's the most troubling problem.
Then I was told not to think about it? That easy?
Unless....
“Papa's party doesn't want to marry again?”
The hand that prepared the medicine stopped. He looked at me in silence.
“Still wanting to,” he moved his hand again.
The medicine is ready in his desk drawer. With a glass of water that must be next to his bed. He led me to sit. Placing a lot of pillows in the back so I can sit comfortably. A drug that is never sweet.
“But not the same grandma right?”
“Ppht...,” papa almost laugh, “Not.”
Supposedly, the reason you want to get married again has something to do with one of them.
Meaning, Ira?
If it's like this, I can't do anything but wait for it.
“There are annoying in school?”
My face returned to papa while I was half lying down. Does he think school problems are making me sick? I thought about it, but not as big as this.
Either way, I didn't calm down with Ira's question two days ago. I didn't answer clearly about whether or not I wanted to be with my new mom.
Not not want to. Sekar, who was an orphan from a baby, always wished to have a complete family.
However, Rasyi himself had never thought of that. I just accepted the fact that my real mother died the same day I was born.
Moreover, the problem of the new mother depends on papa himself.
I think I'll have it sooner or later.
“Rasyi?”
“Heh? Oh...” I daydream? “No. There's just a new kid. Aaron doesn't like him. Keep fighting.”
“Hoo. How's the guy?”
Why is he a kepo?!
“No idea!”
“Ya already, rest. Let's think about the semester exam.”
“Aaan?! Still a long time, uhuk huk!”
“Heh,” fun yes pa~? Just keep laughing!
You evil doctor! The patient is getting sicker!
Eh? My forehead on the right side, receiving a surprise kiss.
He gently stroked my head, “Sleep.”
Always the elusannya win makes me sleepy.
