My Sweet Green's

Prestigious But Actually Likes

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A slap floated onto the smooth cheek of the man who was sitting leisurely in the canteen. Three of his friends were shocked not to play. Meira comes with a red face full of anger and slaps Boy violently.

"You're crazy, aren't you, Mei?" Boy held onto his cheek that hurt from being slapped.

"Lo is crazy!"

"Lo must finish off Rizal who doesn't know anything."

Boy stood staring at Meira furiously. Looks like Meira's been tricked by that damn motorcycle taxi guy.

"How come you've got him, Mei?" Boy narrowed his eyes, putting suspicion on Meira.

"Emang why?"

Boy clucked in annoyance. "He's just a motorcycle taxi driver, Mei. Mending you turn me around." Boy tried to pull Meira's hand.

"Sorry, I don't feel the same way anymore, lo." Meira shook her hand.

"And remember not to disturb Rizal again, if not I do things that can make you regret for a lifetime." he threatened and left in front of the four men.

Boy shakes. Not accepting Meira's treatment. He threw himself in the chair violently. A Boy lost to a motorcycle taxi driver and ordinary minimarket employees like Rizal. That's impossible for him.

"Do you need another lesson, boss?" ask Rion.

Boy raised his hand which means don't go first. Wait how far along their relationship is.

Of course Boy won't stay silent. He still has one way that will make Meira can not dwell, namely his parents. An evil smile was etched on Boy's face.

Meira walks towards the campus hall. The anger towards Boy has not gone away completely. The man always had a way to annoy her.

"Hey, Mei." Someone patted her on the shoulder from behind.

Meira looked over without answering.

"Lo why, anyway?" ask Dwi wonder.

"Gue kesel sama Boy."

"Boy again." lamented Dea who he did not realize was already beside him.

"He and his aides had already ganged Rizal to a pulp."

Dwi looked at Meira's words. If not, he had heard that name. Rizal. He pulled Meira to a seat beside the hall. Dea just shut up and come along.

"Rizal who, anyway?" ask Dwi who has been curious for a long time.

"He's playing me."

"Related?" sahut Dea was also curious.

Meira nodded slowly.

Not sure, anyway...

"Which schoolboy, Mei?" ask Dea who's getting curious. Because, he did not know the story of Meira after just a week back from vacation.

"He's a motorcycle taxi driver and cashier at SweetMart."

Dwi nodded in understanding. Apparently Rizal was the man he had been hiding all this time from her.

"Kok lo nurun tastes, anyway." said Dea who made Meira spontaneously turned towards him cynically.

"Gue is just a friend. How could I like the same motorcycle taxi driver." he replied firmly.

Dea breathes a sigh of relief, but Meira must soon be far from being Rizal's name.

"Gue wouldn't agree if you had a more equal relationship with that guy."

"It's impossible" Meira replied firmly.

But then he fell silent for a moment. How hurt Rizal heart if he heard his statement earlier. He lies to his friends for prestige.

***

Risma sighed, brewing the warm tea with mixed feelings. While he was busy treating the eldest, even the youngest was also stricken with disaster. His two favorite children are now in trouble.

"What's your fault, son?" Risma stroked that dense black hair.

Once again he sighed to relieve his feelings for a moment. Seeing Rizal's condition full of bruises all over the body made his heart more sliced.

A mother's feelings cannot be lied to. When he dropped the glass on Neni's sister's house, he already had concerns about Rizal. Sure enough, this afternoon he went home and found his youngest son who had been battered.

"Assalamualaikum, excuse me."

Someone from the outside broke Risma's daydream. He wondered who would meet in broad daylight like this.

"Waalaikumsalam" he said.

Meira came with a lot of fruits. He looked down respectfully as Risma opened the door.

"Ah, yes, Ma. I'm Meira Rizal's friend," he introduced himself for the second time after being in the rice field some time ago.

"I'm going to see Rizal, okay, Mom?" tanyakanya.

"Of course, Son. Please come in."

Risma tells Meira to sit in the living room while she makes warm tea.

"He's kind of better, but the heat hasn't come down yet" Risma said, offering Meira a glass of warm tea.

"Please drink, son of Meira."

"Thank you, Mom. Don't bother."

"I don't think the same bad guys, they beat Rizal to a pulp. Indeed today begal already everywhere." said Risma stinged.

Meira could only shut up. There's no way he's telling the truth.

I'm the cause.

"Hopefully this will never happen to Rizal again, yes, ma'am." Meira stroked the middle-aged woman's shoulder gently. Trying to calm his heart.

"Mother..."

Rizal's voice sounded softly from inside the room. Sontak Risma and Meira turned to the source of the voice.

"In the meantime, yeah, son Meira." Risma walked towards Rizal's room.

"What's up, son?"

"Rizal is thirsty, please get Rizal a drink, ma'am." she asked in a limp tone. At this time his throat feels like burning so hot.

Risma nodded then immediately came out.

"Rizal why, Mom?" ask Meira a little worried.

"Ah, no, Son Meira. He was just thirsty" she said, then went to the kitchen.

As Risma returned with a glass of water in her hand, Meira held the woman back from entering Rizal's room.

"Can't Meira give it to me?" tanyanya politely.

"So you're saying goodbye too, ma'am." Meira's alibi.

"Then, go ahead, son." Risma gave Meira a glass of water.

He walked to Rizal's room. It seemed that the sweet man was lying weakly with a thin cloth on his forehead.

It's getting sweeter, anyway...

Meira put the water on the bedside table.

"Anu.." call him.

How surprised Rizal when he saw the woman next to him was not the mother. His body seemed to have a strong energy to stay away from this woman.

"Why did you come here?"

"Lo kayak wriggled aja satan, Nu," said Meira a little annoyed with the expression of Rizal who was very surprised like earlier.

"Gue just wants to look, lo, really."

"Just be home, May." said Rizal to the point.

"It's terrible, you know, lo."

Rizal doesn't know how hard it was to come here. He had to issue a thousand powerful reasons to Dwi and Dea so as not to be suspected of going where. He was willing not to hang out with his two friends for the sake of wanting to see the condition of Rizal. But Rizal instead spontaneously drove him away.

"Yes, I'm home!" said annoyed.

"Oh, yes, this is your drink earlier." he thrust out a glass of water with a pouting face.

"Thank you."

Meira is shocked when her hand accidentally touches Rizal's hand. The body temperature of this man is so high.

"The body is very hot," he then attached his palm to Rizal's neck to make sure Rizal's body temperature is still really high.

"I think you should go to the hospital, si, Nu."

"You have a body temperature of more than forty degrees, deh." he added.

"Tomorrow's turn has come down too" she replied trying as casually as possible after what Meira had done to her.

You're the cause, Mei. But why can't I refuse to get close to you?

Rizal. Looking at Meira with a smile. Undeniably, a sense of pleasure enveloped his heart when Meira came to see him.