My girlfriend's my Class Brother

episode 44 (rural #2)

     One and a half weeks into the recovery stage, Yesi was allowed to go home. The last MRI, Doctor Anggi also said the injury to Yesi's head was not very fatal, so there was nothing to worry about. For the right hand, the cast has been removed. Although it is still difficult to hold something, but Yesi can move her finger.

       This afternoon, the car that took me and Yesi entered the courtyard. Unlike ordinary days, Yesi's house looks crowded because Mama is the same Papa, and Papa Roman and Mama Siska have already waited for our arrival first.

       They welcomed us with enthusiasm. The dining room has been filled with various food dishes, they held thanks for the healing of Yesi.

      During the meal, the laughter of all relatives attending this day's thanksgiving was always heard. So do I and Yesi, occasionally me and Yesi smile and chuckle together.

      It's been a long time since it's been like this. Because the incident some time ago was very emotionally draining, energized and left a valuable lesson for me.

       After eating, we chatted together in the living room for 20 minutes. After that, they say goodbye leaving me, Yesi, Mama Siska and Papa Roman.

      While Mama and Papa came home early because Oci still could not stay alone too long at home.

      I hugged Jesse's waist tightly. We walked to the TV room. Sometimes I kiss my cheeks and rub the arms of the soft Yesi.

       As soon as we got to the TV room, we sat down on the sofa without elaborating a hug. My hand pulled the sweater that Yesi was wearing and tidied it up a little. For some reason, it felt very comfortable to be beside Yesi.

       "I'm sorry, I love you. I can only say hello to you again." said Isaiah and Yesi smiled sweetly hearing that, with slowly Yesi kissed my lips briefly.

"Miss you, Yesa. Miss you so much." replied Yesi replying.

      I kissed back the old Yesi's forehead and spoke between her cells.

"I love you, Yesi." Isaiah replied, we agreed to be together under all circumstances. And it feels so happy to hear it.

       Yesi smiled at the chest of my field while closing my eyes. The gentle rubble I gave on the head made Yesi sleepy and closed her eyes.

       Early in the morning I woke up, because of the sudden arrival of Yesi. After cleaning my body in the bathroom I went downstairs.

       In the kitchen, Yesi helps you prepare breakfast. From behind the back of Jesse's body I put my hands around Jesse's belly.

"I love You, Yesi? said Isaiah, who was called to turn back, I saw his smile engraved, I gently rubbed the back of Jesse's hand.

"I love you too, Yesa." said Yesi replying with a warm embrace.

       "Is it still dizzy? Want Yesa to massage?" isaiah said, looking at Jesse with worry and worry.

"Yesi is okay. Yesi just wants to be carried by Yesa?" yesi said while extending her hand.

     "It is with pleasure, Miss Yesi." Isaiah answered, lifting up Isaiah's body slowly and heartily. My feet are moving towards the living room.

    I stared fixedly at Yesi's face, occasionally she returned my gaze while a brief peek at Yesi's slightly raised lips.

     Arriving in the living room, I sat Jessi on the sofa, and I took a position right next to Yesi.

      The aroma of fried rice burst out, Mama was busy arranging breakfast for all of us, after which Mama made milk as a complementary breakfast drink.

     At the dinner table we enjoyed fried rice as the main breakfast menu.  This time I took and offered a glass of chocolate milk to Yesi.

        As the glass approached, somehow Jesi did not want it. Chocolate milk is a favorite drink of yesi.

        "But not for now, Yesa! Later." said Yesi while eating fried rice mouthful for bribes to toilet.

        Yesi covered her mouth with both hands.

       "Don't be childish, Yesi. You usually drink milk too, why is it so hard now?" ask Isaiah.

       My voice sounds strong. Yesi was shocked to hear it. Yesi's eyes glazed over and looked down.

"I-I don't know?" yesi replied, a small sobbing began to sound by itself.

      "Hey? why crying? I don't mean to yell at Yesi" said Isaiah holding onto both of Jeshi's shoulders and carrying Jeshi into an embrace.

     I rubbed Yesi's back with a gentle gesture.

"Sshhhh. But slowly drink it, this is for the health and healing of Yesi" Isaiah said again.

       I stroked Yesi's hair slowly, occasionally I also kissed Yesi's little forehead and lips alternately. If it's like this, how can Jesi not try?

       Yesi outlined her embrace and nodded. His right hand grabbed a glass of chocolate milk and his left hand clamped his nose. Merem literate Yesi drank milk with difficulty. Until finally the toilet too.

       My hand rubbed the top of Jesse's head.

"Good girl" Isaiah said with a smile and a thumbs up.

       It turns out that my smile is contagious, Yesi also smiles. After that we were back in the busy with breakfast, where Yesi was the one who fed me. I cannot deny it, I am very happy because of his treatment.

Spoiled like this, what includes spoiled men?

    

       Tonight I woke up, my eyes were rolling on the wall and stopped at the clock that was hanging perfectly. At half-time in the morning, I rubbed my face with both palms and then sideways.

     Because of the drowsiness that never came, my memory suddenly revolved at my first meeting with Yesi. Not as an upperclassman with a younger sibling, but as a boy with a girl who will be in the matchmaking of his parents.

      At first I was also surprised to find out it was Yesi. But as a trained person who hides facial expressions, I can master it.

     In my mind, it's okay to be married. I also have no boyfriend, and maybe with time I can also heal the wounds of the past.

        After dating, it's not bad either. Yesi has been a very special entertainer in my life. It is precisely Jesi always patiently able to compensate for my behavior that is sometimes childish. Especially with my magical and recalcitrant nature, my annoying teens and hobbies make trouble.

      But I couldn't stop it, I was getting interested in him. Whether it started when, I don't remember.

    As time went on, not only was I interested, but I fell in love. It's just that I was too afraid to say it at the beginning of our meeting.

      And I guess I'm the only one in love, but I'm not. Yesi has the same feelings for me. The difference is, I am more courageous to say love, while Yesi is not.

      Looking at the nervous look and the red cheeks of Yesi as I bring up my feelings of love is the most incredible sight during my lifetime.

     It was as if there were fireworks popping up in his chest as he also told me that I was the first in his life.

     I was so happy I didn't know what to react to. I finally decided to hold her tight and kiss her on the forehead.

      The last option was to escape running into the classroom to save my heart. And of course it looks so stupid.