Langinese. Me, You, and a Wound

The man (2)

"You're not home yet, Key?"

The blond-haired fellow stood right beside him, staring at him flatly. His right hand held an umbrella, next to his hand again looked at the clock on the wrist. He's Jo, the guy asked him to talk? Is he not mute? He has been quiet a lot in class.

"It's almost noon."

"Hot!"

Keysa answered briefly while glancing at the scorching sun like dancing around as if trying to roast anyone touched by its sting. Keysa himself took shelter under a tree.

"Aren't you afraid of the weather?"

"Oh?" Since when did Jo know that he wasn't afraid of the weather? But ... errat, it means rain. He is not afraid of the rain, and he does not like the sun.

"I don't like the heat, it's better the rain."

"Rain is more dangerous than sunlight."

"Yes, but the rain is cool and soothing."

"The sun is healthy, the rays are good for creating a person's cognitive function so as to avoid weakening the brain."

Eh? Keysa scrunched his nose. Habits when found beyond his understanding. And Jo has long said the advantages of the sun, even worse the man behaved as if Keysa the most anti-sun by reminding that the sun will not forever shine.

"This is not your personal opinion. Scientists also explain that the sun is a giant fireball that will lose as much as four million tons each time ..."

"Every second, Jo!"

Keysa hurriedly fixed Jo's speech which was then followed by a scratching of the head. Jo looks silly followed by his eyeballs that wander like confusion, Keysa lips until involuntarily smiling.

"Yes, I was wrong, every second the sun would lose four million tons." Pause a few moments.

"But yes, you just wear this if you don't want to get hot, just go out and look for an angkot, right?" continued. He held out an umbrella and Keysa was left alone for a while. Jo shook his head indistinctly, then seconds later the man had already pulled his arm and placed the umbrella in Keysa's hand.

Turn around and leave. Enough just that, Keysa does not know if this can be said to be a fortune because finally the more he knows about Jo the guy is very different from the others.

Their conversation was like a puzzle piece, which he needed to solve because there were still many strange attitudes.

Jo is quite active in OSIS, arguably smart, even many who like and fan the same Jo, although strangely no one can be his girlfriend. Keysa had a little Gede Sense when he found out to be the first person Jo talked to. Of course it was also like being thrown away after knowing about Jo who still likes her ex.

🌼Don't go, stay here with my heart. Let the distance stretch and write the farewell there, but suffice the words not your heart.🌼

🌼Hey you're there. I know you're still the same. Stay in my heart. Don't let me give you a thousand doors and lock them in there so you can't go anywhere.🌼

"Sir Key ..." Key was struck by the sound of a cry from outside. Half-cried, and Keysa was already clucking in annoyance followed by her pip-pop lips. That's El's voice, what's with the boy?

He got up and walked. Luckily, he only remembers a few moments where the beginning of their meeting and the way Jo expressed his feelings for Jo's ex, or rather Maxe. Oh. .. You fool Key, already knew it must be Maxe. He heard El talking to someone outside the door and heard a foot. Key opened the door immediately.

"Oh comes in, uda is open."

He walked again without looking - lying on the bed while closing his eyes as if sleepy. Well, at least that'll be enough so El doesn't bother him.

"This is the drink, mumpung still fresh please drink. There's a mango at once."

Key heard people talking and then something was placed on the table. His eyes reflexively opened, trying to see what was there. It turned out that the tray containing a milky yellow drink, as well as a piece of mango placed next to the drink, was located on a small bowl. It is mature and still looks fresh.

Apparently, Mama has prepared her favorite.

Key's lips half-smiled while rubbing his eyes then singleness smile as a sign of gratitude to people ..Keysa's eyes suddenly bulged, his lips receded from the smile.

His body even reflexively woke up and sat down, not because of his favorite mango, not seeing the look that was tempting, but the person next to him, he was not Mama, not Papa nor El, he said, but in .. the man who overcame him with a basket of fruit!

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