Merely Protector

Chapter 9. Rice Becomes Porridge

"Silvi, wake! It's noon, here."

Ayu was still knocking on the child's door. It had been more than five minutes the woman was standing there, but the occupants of the room showed no signs of life.

"Ais, this kid. Will you help me cook?"

He turned to the door of the room next to him, still tightly closed as well. "Well, are you still sleeping?" Ayu scratched her non-itchy head while walking towards the kitchen.

In the room, Silvi was sitting on the side of the bed. He did not answer his mother's call because he was trying to move his body slowly. The whole body feels beaten, bone-piercing pain.

"Ouch! It wasn't this late last night." Silvi wiggled her head to the left-right, then stretched.

Angga was too excited in his action. He was unceasingly raining down mercilessly. Although only once a game, but takes a duration of almost an hour.

Suffice Silvi to walk out of the room. His steps were slightly shaken because the core area still felt swollen.

"Silvi, what's wrong with you?" ask Ayu. The strange movements of the child made him curious.

"It's okay, Mom." Silvi smiled, but felt the muscle that pulled the lips repeatedly twitch.

Ayu continued to watch Silvi until she entered the bathroom. His forehead frowned because he felt something strange about the child. However, she immediately put away those feelings, then continued cooking activities.

Silvi's body was already fresher after the bath. The stiffness down there is also reduced. Now he is walking normally again even though it still feels a little stuck.

"Not waking up yet?" Ayu looked at Silvi.

"Let's go first, Mom. Maybe he's tired." Silvi put a piece of rice onto Budi's plate.

The lady's apocalypse managed to make the two middle-aged people frown. How did Silvi know that Angga was exhausted? After all, what caused the man to be exhausted? They knew yesterday that the young man had done nothing.

The two pairs of eyes only looked at each other without Silvi's knowledge. They asked each other the meaning of the words of the child. The shoulder-raising move by Ayu ended the action of the two.

"Come, sir, Mom, eat!"

Silvi ate so voraciously. He was very hungry that morning. Last night's activity does bring out a lot of energy. Unmitigated, this time the woman added more rice to her plate.

Both of his parents were astonished by Silvi's behavior. Not usually the child like that, eat up to two more times. However, they just watched without comment, not wanting to embarrass his son.

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The golden yellow rice began to duck, showing how filled they were. There are some strands of stems that are not able to support so broken. That's the sign the harvest has come.

On the side of the rice field, Silvi was already preparing to harvest the rice with a small scythe in hand. Meanwhile, Ayu and Budi were still preparing at home. They had dared to leave Angga because the man was already able to do his own activities.

Silvi stared at the vast expanse before her eyes. Her smile blossomed seeing the success of farming this time around. He started to step into the mud. However, suddenly his hand was pulled by someone. The woman immediately looked back.

"Same?" ask Silvi. His voice is so soft.

Silvi lowered her head, a feeling of tightness instantly striking the chest. He could not see the face of the man in front of him. There was a puzzling feeling appearing in the heart of the woman, regret and disappointment.

"Silvi, why do you want to marry her? Do you like her?" ask Anam. He really looked serious about the question.

Silvi rewinded her body, feeling astonished by Anam's question. In fact, he could guess what the question meant. However, shouldn't the man already know the reason he married Angga?

"Kok, you ask me that?"

Questions answered questions, it makes Anam pull thin both ends of the lips. He lowered his head, feeling extremely stupid with his own manner. In his mind justifying, on what basis did he ask such a question to Silvi. They are nothing, have no special relationship at all.

Slowly Anam let go of the hand. He sat on a mound of land used as a road. Even though it was dirty, the man did not care.

"Sorry" said Anam Lirih. "I .. ah, everything is nothing. Forget it!" The strong man stood up. He tried to smile at Silvi.

It was seen that Anam's smile was forced. Silvi was getting bad. However, he was still pretending to be ordinary.

"What the hell? You're a real freak, Nam. By the way!"

Anam was transfixed with Silvi's sweet smile. The leaflets in the chest are increasing, no longer able to hold it. He was trying to gather energy to bring out what was in the heart. His hand reached for the woman's little fingers.

"Silvi" said Anam Lirih. His eyes looked so sharp and serious.

Silvi was getting powerless to look at Anam. He felt the atmosphere getting more awkward. He wanted to run away and leave immediately, but his feet felt like he had no ability. It was foolish to have challenged the man.

Anam snorted at Silvi's attitude. "Say you want to hear me say? Why don't you want to see me?"

Silvi still turned her face. He was still not ready to meet the man in front of him.

"Look at me, Silvi!"

The slightly raised voice shook the heart. Although he did not want to, but now he had to vent, accept the consequences of his words.

The arch on Anam's lips was created when Silvi looked at him. He took a breath before letting out the words already stored in the heart. Maybe with this the man will feel a little relieved even though he knows the truth.

"I actually like you."

Anam's voice gradually weakened until it was almost inaudible at the end of the sentence. However, Silvi was still able to catch what the man said. Someone who had stolen the girl's attention, finally expressed feelings. I want to be happy, but I can't.

The wind carries the burden of heart and mind. All like detached, light with nothing to hold back. A hope is impossible to hope for, it will only bring hurt. Anam smiled freely, relieved by her courage.

Silence is an answer without words. It is difficult, but such is the destiny of self, it cannot be forced. A treatment that can cure lara.

"It's okay, Silvi. I don't mean you, though." Anam releases the girl's hand in front of him, then turns around. He breathes a lot of air. "Ah, leg!"

Feet walk confidently, continuing forward without looking back. The wind swirling carried the body further away, leaving behind a trail of steps. Silvi was only able to see Anam getting smaller with various thoughts in his head.

Silvi's legs felt weak, no longer able to support the weight of the body. He sat on the watery ground, no longer concerned with the mud that would dirty his clothes.

"Why Anam? I've been waiting for years, why now? It's too late." Tears escaped from Silvi's eyelids. He was disappointed in Anam and regretted not thinking maturely.

Rice has become porridge, that is the saying that is appropriate for Silvi. Regrets are useless and can't bring anything back. The assumption that he had been feeling, was finally proven as well. Why do we have to after everything happens?

Seriate.