LATHIS

Other Side

Mr. Tejo looks reluctant to accept Fyla's offer. Although not the first time invited by his young lady, he still felt awkward. Especially this time there is a young lady friend who participated.

Mr. Tejo looked briefly at Arka. He seemed hesitant when he would voice his decision. Arka who understood the confusion Mr. Tejo nodded slowly.

“Pak? Come dong come eat,” whine Fyla while shaking Mr. Tejo's arm.

“Eh? Yes, Non. Come on,” replied Mr. Tejo spontaneously. Fyla and Arka developed her smile upon hearing Mr Tejo's reply.

The three walked in tandem entering the house after Mr. Tejo locked the gate. Fyla stepped up very cheerfully because of the happiness that was bubbling up in her heart.

'Nih girls are really sincere to people.'

“Bi? Aunty? Aunt where?” yelled Fyla while wryly looking for Bi Inah's whereabouts.

Silence, there was no response from Fyla's scream. Fyla snatched away because her call was ignored. He was ready to scream in a louder voice. In fact, Mr. Tejo has closed both ears so as not to be disturbed by Fyla's super blaring scream.

However, the scream was thwarted by Arka who immediately covered Fyla's mouth with one of her hands. Sontak Fyla glared in surprise at Arka's actions.

“What, si? Catch hold, not muhrim. No way,” ketus Fyla while rubbing the area around her lips.

“Lagian, who told you to shout? Noisy, tau. It's late at night,” scolds Arka in a slow tone, because she is currently feeling tired.

When Fyla was about to say Arka, suddenly Bi Inah came from the kitchen with a tray of orange juice and water to wash his hands.

“Wah, Aunt finally came too. How long, Bi?” fyla asked as she furrowed her brows in confusion and directly sat her body facing towards the large Television that was in the living room.

“So again peel the fruit first, Non.” Fyla nodded softly in response to a reply from Bi Inah. Mr. Tejo and Bi Inah have been sitting in their respective places, namely at the end of the right and left sides of Fyla.

While Arka, he was still at home standing and looking towards Fyla, Pak Tejo and Bi Inah who were sitting on the floor. Fyla snorted softly to see Arka who never sat down beside her.

“Arka? Buruan sitting, not polite standing like that, let alone there are parents sitting down,” scolded Fyla while pulling Arka's left hand, so that makes the man sit right next to Fyla.

Fyla picked up the parcel that was in Arka's hand and began to put it on the plate that was already available in front of her.

“This is for Aunty, this is for Mr. Tejo and this is for Arka,” Fyla said after opening the entire pack of catfish pecels.

“Still, Non.” Fyla simply smiled and nodded softly in response to the words of Bi Inah and Mr. Tejo.

Fyla, Bi Inah and Mr. Tejo immediately washed their hands and started eating the catfish pecel by hand. As she was about to enter the second mouthful, Fyla glanced at Arka who was just silent and did not touch her food at all.

“Arka? Wh why? Don't like the food?” ask Fyla.

“No, coke. I was just confused as to how to eat. You see, I never eat directly using my kayak fingers,” asked Arka while pointing towards Pak Tejo and Bi Inah who was cool continuing to eat.

“New first time, well?” ask Fyla curiously.

“Iya,” replied Arka while nodding slowly.

Fyla took a certain amount of rice, catfish meat dipped in sambal and a little vegetable. Then he faced towards Arka, thus making a confused twitch on Arka's forehead.

“So, kayak gini. First, take what you want to eat, it is collected and pressed down on the bit, continue to be lifted and eaten,” said Fyla while directing her hand to the mouth of Arka.

Arka just fell silent confused, Fyla who felt anxious to code Arka to eat the food that was already in her hands.

Slowly, Arka opened her mouth and immediately Fyla put the food in her hand into Arka's mouth. Arka was silent for a moment because earlier, her mouth accidentally touched Fyla's fingers.

“Kok not chewed? Want directly on telen?” asked Fyla confused, because Arka's mouth does not move at all, like a person who is not chewing.

“Hah? Eh? Ja. Chewed, kok.”

Fyla shook her head slowly looking at Arka's bulging face as she was chewing, funny looking in her eyes. Not wanting to get the wrong focus, Fyla continued her dinner comfortably.

Moments later, Fyla was startled by Arka who suddenly opened her mouth as if asking for a bribe from her.

“What?” ask Fyla confused.

“Eat,” replied Arka slowly.

“Dih, it's in front of you there will be. Why do you still ask for me?” hardik Fyla is confused.

“Haih, basic. Want to eat but don't want to get dirty,” grumbled Fyla. However, his hands still feed food to Arka's mouth, even with a cobbled heart.

Arka just kept silent at Fyla's annoyance, she comfortably chewed the food proffered by Fyla. Bi Inah and Mr. Tejo smiled faintly at the behavior of the young lady and her friend who looked like brothers.

When Fyla was about to feed the last mouth of Arka, Arka did not open her mouth.

“Why?” ask Fyla confused.

“Udah full,” replied Arka while rubbing her stomach.

“But, this is only one mouthful of doang,” protest Fyla who again felt annoyed with Arka's attitude.

“Yes, eat it. No virus, kok.” Arka said casually while taking one of the glasses containing the artificial orange juice of Bi Inah.

Fyla is upset to see Arka's behavior. But, no crap eating that last mouthful. Then just as he was about to pick up a glass filled with orange juice, Arka held his hand.

“What?”

“Hand is dirty, later the glass goes dirty,” said Arka with a hand that still holds Fyla's hand.

“But, I'm thirsty. Want to drink,” protest Fyla.

Arka was silent for a while, then her hand moved to take the glass that had been filled with orange juice and thrust it towards Fyla. Fyla frowned confused by Arka's behavior .

“Drink, I hold,” chirps Arka when knowing the confusion Fyla.

Fyla nodded slowly and immediately brought her lips closer to the lips of the glass Arka was holding. After feeling enough, Fyla distanced her lips from the glass held by Arka.

“Aibi take a break, let Fyla wash this all. Mr. Tejo also rest aja,” pinta Fyla with a firm tone. Bi Inah and Mr. Tejo immediately obeyed Fyla, because if the young lady was angry it would be very dangerous.

Fyla brought all the dishes and glasses that had been used for dinner, towards the kitchen. Without realizing it, Arka followed her all the way to the kitchen. As she was about to turn her body around to pick up the lap, Fyla was startled with Arka's body right behind her.

“Okay, Arka! Whynot? Ngagetin aja,” sneer Fyla while stepping to the left to take a lap that is behind the body of Arka.

“Kan just want helpin,” reply Arka.

“Yakin?” tanya Fyla made sure and was answered with a definite nod by Arka.

“Ya. I'm the holy one, you the rinse one. Must be clean,” said Fyla while looking sharply at Arka.

“Iya-iya. Don't take me lightly. Kayak it,” ketus Arka.

Fyla just silently did not respond to Arka's remarks, because there will be a debate later. He chose to wash the dishes carefully and very clean.

Arka was speechless looking at Fyla's hand that painstakingly washed all the dishes and glasses of their used dinner. Awakening from his daydream, Arka immediately carried out his task to rinse the dishes and glasses that had been washed by Fyla.

A few moments later, the activities of the two of them were completed. Fyla was about to grab the washcloth she had taken, as well as Arka. As a result, their hands came into contact, with Fyla's hand on top of Arka's.

Fyla turned towards Arka, as did Arka who turned towards Fyla. They both looked at each other for a few seconds. Until finally Fyla squealed because her hand was hit by Arka.

“Aduh. Whatan, anyway?” fyla growled while rubbing her hand.

“Not mukhrim, why hold-hold?” reply Arka while holding back her laughter because she saw the sour face of Fyla.

“Sih, plagiarism. Not creative,” taunted Fyla and violently Fyla snatched the lap in Arka's hands.

“Eh, what the fuck. I haven't finished playing yet. Basic, disrespectful,” taunted Arka with a hand that was about to grab the lap that was in Fyla's hands.

Fyla laughed amusedly when Arka could not reach the lap in his hand, with a jail he raised his lap high, although he knew his height was not comparable to Arka.

As Arka's hand was about to reach the lap she was holding, Fyla immediately ran away from Arka. Arka who saw that was made furious, and just chased after Fyla who was running towards the family room.

They were both chasing, like cats and rats. Fyla laughs at the upset face shown by Arka, until she does not realize that Arka is close to her. Immediately Arka snatched the washcloth with a hand that deliberately punched Fyla's nose with anxiety.

“Aduh. Sick,” shrieked Fyla while holding her nose. Arka only glanced at Fyla who was complaining of pain. Fyla who was upset just stepped on Arka's right foot, making the man surprised and holding his right foot that felt shrill.

Long time no up, no waiting, yeah?