If You Love

Eps. 25. Turns out Likes

Brill looked at his phone, paying attention to his invoice ticket to Jakarta for the departure tomorrow with Susan, Markus and his wife. Oma who loves grandchildren can not be resisted by the mother. Tickets are directly purchased by the mother of the regent according to the instructions, of course there is a fear of her son staying longer in Jakarta.

After Brill followed the entrance selection, of course, hoping to pass. There are those who seek to arouse motivation and desire in Brill's heart to do something for him. Starting from Susan's mom, Mark's faithful nanny, the om Manuel. All give support and do their part solely because it is so concerned with Brill's life, so that the child who does not have this grip finds his own life goals, at least short-term goals. Actually, many people who care so much about him, including the mother even though Brill did not see, showing his figure is actually so valuable, only Brill actually considered the opposite.

Now Brill's heart is more focused on his desire to meet Rilly. A chat he sent to Rilly...

📩 Rill... tomorrow I go to Jakarta, we meet ya...

They're intensely in touch now through phone calls, but only through voice calls and messages, Rilly rejects video calls, she's not comfortable looking directly at Brill especially since Brill said she was missing, he was too afraid to think it was real, his brain as it continued to work blocking him from developing the love that had bloomed in his heart, also blocking him from accepting the reality of the presence of a Brill now in his life.

As what? He is afraid to interpret, friends may not miss each other, but they are not dating too, too high if imagined like that.

Brill's short message has not been in, some calls made Brill disappointed that he was off. Brill can't wait for the message to be delivered especially being impatient waiting for Rilly's reaction. Until noon, the message was still the same status, still ticking one in the green application.

"Is he in school now? Since morning hp not active?"

Brill nodded slowly. She was lying in her room in her childhood home in Manado before she became an official in the area. The house that has been completely rehabilitated expanded and changed its design into a minimalist three-story modern house. Right at the top of a hill in a village in the southern part of the city, the view of the sea and part of the city is very beautiful from here.

Brill repeatedly opened his phone waiting for the answer to his message, and the fate of the message was still the same eight hours, until he finally fell asleep.

"Son Brill..."

The knock on the door and the call of her name made Brill wake up, glancing at the clock on the wall, it was already afternoon. Brill grabs his phone first, the thought of switching from dreamland to real life immediately poking memories about Rilly. Smile when there is a number one in the green circle in the application logo, the more they are when reading the content of the message that is expected.

⁇ ️ Yes Brill

Short but able to shake the nervous system that controls emotions gives birth to a sense of happiness that radiates in the face. His ears heard the knocking of the door but at the same time his ears heard a heart that ordered not to heed the knock on the door but immediately replied to the message received.

📩 Request address

⁇ ️ Rilly doesn't know yet, hasn't had a chance

📩 Ask now

⁇ ️ The mother doesn't know

📩 Continue who knows?

⁇ ️ Aunt Isye but rarely met

📩 How? Aunty house, right?

⁇ ️ Iya tp home mlm continue, morning Rilly school aunt blm wake up

📩 No one else knows?

⁇ ️ There is none

📩 How do we meet?

⁇ ️ Rilly gk know

📩 Ask aunt Isye yes later

The last message went unanswered, he waited a few minutes, then sent another chat

📩 Ril?

Reply messages turned out to stop there, then Brill can only look at the application whose chat room is still open, waiting for Rilly to write something.

"Son Brill..."

Banging and calling now reverberated again turning Brill's attention to the white door. That's Markus' voice. Brill steps towards the door and opens it, Markus and his wife Rina, in their hands are some pieces of Brill's clothes.

"Son Brill.we want to pack clothes, son Brill..."

Brill opened the door wider and he himself walked out of the milk-brown room into this part of the living room on the second floor, lying on one of the sofas with his eyes looking back at the screen. The index opens the green application, read again the row of messages in the chat room, no additional new messages.

"Son Brill... Why is this?"

Om Markus picked up several pillows of different sizes from the floor and put them on a sofa. His foster son was covering his face with his hands. His wife was putting additional clothes Brill in a suitcase, om Markus actually wanted to go down to choose Brill shoes to be brought. Brill's shoes are kept downstairs.

Seeing his foster son Om Markus immediately knew something was wrong.

"Son Brill.Tomorrow we're eight o'clock, which means six and a half hours have left..."

"Whose jacket does Brill want?"

Brill stood up from the sofa...

"Om... stop using son... son... I'm not a kid anymore, okay?"

"Who? Why the sudden protest.om Markus used to call Brill like that..."

"I don't like it now..."

"Yes. yes... angry to whom the hell.m Markus who hit the sap..."

"I'm not angry, just sprained yet dapet address Rilly.. uh om dateng call nak nak..."

"Oh... How do you keep dong nyari him tomorrow?"

"Don't know..."

"Let's go find me. We'll drive around until we meet..."

"Jakarta how many times the area of Manado om. nyari address here om like to be wrong, especially there..."

"Yes, if you've been there continue to not meet Rilly, means Brill's son must accept fate, not be a match..."

"Of!! This time I'm angry..."

"Aish.. sorry deh.. om want to know the feelings of Brill's son Rilly.. apparently like yes.. hehehe..."

Brill can not continue his anger, his feelings suddenly turn happy to be called like Rilly.

"Emang Rilly can't be reached again, can he call?"

"There's. can..."

"Wouldn't you ask her address?"

"Yes, a few times..."

"Yes, wait for him to answer, just wait patiently wait..."

"Om..we're only a week like, already pp ticket..."

"Yes... why?"

"If for example have not met Rilly later...how?"

"Hope to see you..."

Om Markus patted the shoulders of his foster children and moved down.

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