I Choose You!
#87 Calm Expected
The sound of the door was slow enough to notice. Maybe because the music I was playing was louder than usual. The windows and curtains that I closed were hoping to muffle the sound. But I have to lower it first.
Stand me up from my desk. The door that was still knocking was finally opened.
“Include, Fir~” I make sure myself cheerful.
Of course, before Papa, who had no scheduled hospital guard, was diverted from his news screen. The door closed without obstruction.
I could calm my shoulders and not have to hold my long sleeves for longer.
“Thanks, Fir.”
“You sure, Race?” Firna was still with a disturbed expression. He took out a cottage from his tote bag, “Your father is more angry later.”
How else would you like? I wouldn't have expected Aaron to explode like this.
I knew that Papa would definitely not hesitate to give his help to me if I needed it. But I don't see anything good if papa knows what's on my wrist.
“This can only be treated normally. Later if...,” Firna, he can not be the slightest bit calm.
Yeah, of course you are. I forced him to keep my wounds a secret, especially from Papa. Papa must not know that Aaron is grasping my hand.
I sat on a fur carpet in front of a short round table.
“It's okay. I can treat myself,” I give my hand asking for the P3K box.
Firna sat across the table, “Kan better you story.”
“Continue? Let Aaron be born again the same papa. They had a debate first because of my exkul. That's why I avoid them meeting.”
“Decision about excul?”
Oh yea. I haven't told him about it, “Aaron once banned me from doing anything. Finally he was angry with papa who was free in my opinion.”
“Keep you follow Aaron?”
I stretched my hand straight across the table surface grabbed the trench, “Yes yes, I was stupid.”
Playing with various outside drugs. I am not a doctor. All I relied on was the experience of living alone Sekar and the often injured childhood memories fell.
Today has gone badly. Even Aaron seemed to avoid me all day even though the bench was right behind me. This tension also made me hesitant to restart the conversation.
My hope is only in tomorrow which hopefully will be easier to discuss.
It would be best if they were mute for some time I talked!
“Rasyi really sure? Your father is smart. Surely he knows for himself later,” Firna is still talking about it.
“Means I want to ease the problem before papa knows.”
But for that, it seems like I have to develop a scenario that might happen. What would I say, what would their reaction be.
Huh! Just a moment of thought, there were already so many circumstances where they would fight like earlier.
Then what should I do?
“Rasyi, sorry I said gini. But Aaron isn't worth it fighting for, isn't he?”
I'm speechless. When I look at the selling points that only regulate my social and my friends, Aaron is indeed not a good individual. But can my heart accept that?
No. gabe. I guess I just don't want to ruin anything.
“Harun who makes you like gini loh,” he nudged my small hand that was busy treating the wound.
How do I explain my sympathies? “Everybody does have that side, right?”
“Not like Aaron either.”
I sighed, “Please. Let me fix as much as I used to.”
Firna did not seem to respond to him with pleasure. This woman could no longer believe Aaron. But my heart says there is hope. Papa said, I like this guy too much.
I put back what was in my hand. Put it together in such a way that everything is enough in that one little box.
“Yuk, straighten PR.”
We don't peg ourselves to that confusing topic. Choosing to prioritize what is more important and immersing yourself among the problem numbers.
With the song still playing, we work on the problem and discuss the inability of each.
Until finally the afternoon was getting late and the never-slow time was ringing along the streets of the complex.
“Do not think too much. You will get sick again.”
I smiled at the words of my classmate and neighbor, “Iya. I'm back there.”
He made his angry face. Pretend to be amused and close the door.
Solitude led me to slam myself into my high bed. My hair that braids the right and left two makes it easier for me to feel the softness directly on the surface of the bed.
Am I just tired?
Heh?! Sitting up straight I was surprised.
Is that papa?!
Immediately I pulled the length of my arm covering the bandage wound on my left wrist. No matter the opening on my shoulder gets wider, I have to cover this uncomfortable scene.
Open the door without a sound.
“Rasyi?”
“Iya?” I tried my hardest to cover my tension.
“Will you sleep?”
I shook my head, “Rasyi is just tired of thinking about making PR.”
I fixed the gesture so that it looked natural and it was not strange that I held my hand.
Stuck in my head staring at papa, “Why?”
“Let's dinner outside.”
Heh? “Tumben.”
“Do not want yes already. Aunty not cooking.”
Aaa! “Rasyi mau~!”
“Quick get ready,” this guy closes the door removes any trace of him.
Yet I, who was basically a walker, was excited at the thought of what clothes I would wear.
I need a jacket so I don't get cold. Don'tdon't. Avoid the jacket for now. When I'm told to take off my jacket, papa will notice my wound. Today's clothing should safely cover the wrist.
Maybe I wear a blouse with a Batwing sleeve or a Poet sleeve?
With cream toad trousers with three buttons on the left and right sides. Along with the long warm blouse poet sleeve is sweet pink.
I think this is enough.
“Rasyi!”
The sound outside is so loud.
Walk me vigorously while tasting my two lips. I fixed the lip cream I was wearing.
Directly I bring my white bag sling and walk open the door, “Iya⏤Wow!”
Papa, your handsome fullness!
Only with black and white plaid sweater knitwear shirt. Coupled with black slim fit wool pants.
“Already,” papa directly presses my head stops my enchanted expression, “Ayo departs.”
Honestly, honestly! Papa's appearance today swept the burden across my chest. Like a little tornado that cleans it all up, in a good sense.
“Eat what?” papa's step before me combed the living room up to the stairs.
“Hmm..., chicken noodles?”
“OK...,” papa with his calm and cool waiting for me under the base of the stairs.
Aye? My phone rings?
I slowly took one step down while observing my phone. Incoming call.., from Aaron....
I'm silent for a moment. So did my footsteps.
I turned off that call. Cram it again in my bag sling and back down the stairs.
“Who?” papa greeted me at the end of the stairs.
My mouth restrained, “..., Aaron.”
Papa was silent, but he chose to continue his path outside the house.
“Still not finished?” open the door in papa's hand after he grabbed the key to the house in the closet next to him.
I installed my white heels, “Not yet.”
Weight. If only I could finish it like dust on the floor, I would have used a turbo vacuum cleaner! It's annoying!
“Do your best,” papa?
He walked away after locking the house. Open the car he was driving.
This handsome papa is indeed very soothing.
