My Lovely Busybody Girl's

10 - Responsibility

Shaila ran out of her class, nudging some of her friends in the school hallway. Because an impromptu lecture from his Physics teacher took Shaila seven minutes late to pick Arka up.

At the break he had already spoken to Rashudin about him trying to return to being in charge of Arka punishment and of course Rashudin was happy to hear it.

Rashudin no longer knew what to do with the man, Gito has given him the authority to give him the original punishment not by suspending himself because it will only make Arka cause other problems outside the school.

For the second time Shaila gained the trust of her role model BK teacher, she would not waste this opportunity to ‘tame’ Arka.

Shaila was about to enter Arka's class when the tip of her eye caught the figure of the tall man who was heading towards the parking area. Shaila quickly ran towards the stairs. He has sworn to try to change Arka and he is serious about it, so he will not let Arka get away with it.

Shaila had managed to be in the school lobby and found Arka's motorbike that was going to come out of the school gate. Shaila quickly stopped Arka's motorbike and made the man brake suddenly.

Arka opened the glass of her helmet. “Lo why the hell, ****?! If you want to die don't be here, step aside!”

“And I told you later I picked up, why did you even go?”

“Emang lo who am I? I've been moving!”

“Miss!”

“Beyond what I bumped into?” threaten Arka who is ready to hold the gas motor.

Shaila became unsteady, of course she would not be that determined, Shaila still wanted to live and according to her sixteen years was a very young age to die. Shaila slowly moved away from the front of Arka.

“Well, that's dong.”

Shaila poked her lips. His eyes looked at a car that was traveling very fast in front of him, Arka who will already run his motorbike without looking to his left side of course does not know the coming of the car that has been a few meters away from it.

Without thinking long Shaila threw his body on the Ark motorbike and made him fall after hitting the front and rearview mirror belonging to Arka, which was, arka motorbike could have fallen and hit Shaila if the man did not hold it with his long legs.

Angrily Arka opened her helmet and looked at Shaila who was on the ground in annoyance. “Lo is really mentally ill, huh? You could've died earlier, thought no the hell lo?!” ask Arka in a high tone until some passing students stop to watch.

“Kalo I did not admit it could-can lo who died, ****!” reply Shaila.

Arka turned to the right and saw the car traveling at above-average speed was already far ahead. Arka sighed, he got off his bike and knelt beside Shaila.

“Lo is not papa? Can you, can't you?”

“My feet are not papa, but like my hands are why, deh.”

Arka looked at Shaila's left hand which she was holding up using her right hand, the man then touched Shaila's hand and made the girl grimace in pain, it seemed like his hand had just sprained.

“Come to hospital.” Arka helps Shaila's body to stand up, he then walks towards his motorbike again.

“Bike it?” Shaila pointed at Arka's motor.

“No, naek rickshaw, yes yes this naek! Don't bacot much, naek!”

Shaila shook her head loudly. “Okay! Mending me naek taxi or bus aja from naek objects kayak laknat gitu.”

Arka who was already wearing her helmet walked over to Shaila again. “Lo from yesterday why? This curse thing that will catapult you and nganter lo to the hospital. Come!” Arka pulls Shaila's right hand.

“That don't want!”

Forcibly Arka carried Shaila's body to sit in the back seat, the scene was witnessed by several students who had just exited the school building. They did not expect an Ark to be such a figure of concern.

“Arka, I don't want, no helmet.”

Arka wears a red helmet Shaila had just borrowed from her classmate who just got out of school. “No reason!”

Arka runs her motor out of the school area, behind which Shaila hugs her stomach tightly using her right hand squeezing the Arka's front uniform while tightly closing her eyes. Can Arka feel on her back Shaila's heart beat so fast.

Ten minutes away, Arka stopped her motorcycle in the parking area of a hospital not far from her school. Shaila got off Arka's motorbike and immediately squatted down while holding her chest.

Arka approached Shaila and knelt beside her. “Lo why? Is anyone sick again?”

To be honest, because some things make Shaila traumatized by riding a motorcycle let alone speeding, that's why all this time he prefers to take a taxi or bus rather than an online taxi let alone bring his own car.

After several checks to make the ronsen on his left hand, Shaila and Arka came out of the room with a white door after an orthopedic specialist read out Shaila's ronsen results

Doctors said the bone in Shaila's left hand was fractured and that she had to undergo some therapy or rehabilitation for several weeks - even the next few months. The surprising part is that Shaila can no longer play volleyball because it can interfere with the healing process in her bones.

Arka walked beside Shaila quietly and without a sound, so she felt guilty because of it.

“Lo... not papa?”

Shaila turned her head and smiled knotfully. “Kalo I said no papa, you believe me not?”

Arka tapped her shoulders.

“Yes as if I have a reason to stop playing volleyball.”

Arka turned his head quickly, stopped playing volleyball? “Why stop? Don't you like the same sport?”

Shaila stopped in front of the hospital lobby. “Suka anyway, but my love for volleyball formed because of the coercion of my order, not because I love the sport from the beginning. And all this time I always find the right reason to quit the sport.”

Shaila turned her head and smiled at Arka. “Bokap nyokap I am a former athlete, my brother is also an athlete, wait... racers in the category of athletes do not, anyway?” shaila asked more of herself, she then shrugged both of her shoulders. “Tau, my family is a family of athletes.”

“Say you don't have a family.” Arka recalls Shaila's words when the doctor asked the girl to call her guardian.

Silent for a moment, Shaila was like stringing up words to answer Arka. “Now I do not have.. My family has died.”.

Of course it immediately made Arka so sorry to have said such a thing, he should be able to be sensitive to this situation. He remembered his meeting with Shaila a few days ago at the funeral.

Shaila turned towards Arka and smiled broadly. “By the way, I did not expect you to bring your motorbike obeying the traffic sign. Stop fitting red light when the road is quiet again until diklaksonin gitu, and the speed of the motor lo is also still at the normal limit.”

Arka grunting. “Lo think I'm the type of person who will bring a bully motor on the road?”

Shaila shrugged both of her shoulders. “With that kind of motor lo, yes. Moreover, an Arka who likes to make noise, so it is natural that you also like to make a scene on the road.”

“The mentions on that street are only for people ***just, and I'm too cool to get into that group.”

Shaila laughed at Arka's words, then hit Arka's arm with her right hand. “Tumben lo brain plate. This time I agree lo.”

Arka was confused, why the girl could still laugh like that when she had just lost something that she had started to like. Again Arka felt guilty and indebted, and she hated so much that she owed others a debt of gratitude.

“Gue will be equally responsible lo.”

Shaila rounded her eyes to hear Arka's sudden words. “A –what? What responsibility? You didn't say anything to me, did you!” Shaila stepped back from Arka and covered her chest with her right hand.

Arka snapped Shaila's head with her hands. “Lo thinks what the hell? I mean, I'll be equally responsible because your hands are so because of me, don't think that's not!”

Shaila laughed awkwardly, she felt embarrassed to have thought of a no-no. “Oh it! Yes yes, you must definitely be responsible with my hands when I want to run away so.”

“Gue responsibility because I do not like the debt of gratitude to others is not because of others, so do not ge-er. And I'm also only responsible until your hands heal, inget tuh.”

“Iya, yes. I don't want responsibility, I also want to be happy. Means from tomorrow you have to volunteer to come to the perpus! No objection, no alesan, I don't want you to run away like that!”

“Iya, bring! Come back, I'm anter lo.”

Shaila was seen sanctioned hearing Arka's invitation, just now his heart felt was about to jump out even though Arka was carrying his motorbike at normal speed. But if he continues to avoid this, he does not know until when he continues to hide behind his trauma.

Shaila hesitantly nodded and followed Arka who was walking towards the motor park. At least Shaila will trust Arka this time alone.

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TB