Not Ordinary Slant

Twenty Four

"I accept you ... Mas Rafka's."

Shortly after saying that answer, Gya had a chance to see Rafish smiling at him. However, it wasn't long since Rafka instantly pulled him in a hug to share the happiness.

The sound of cheers was again shouted by friends around him, to make Gya's head more dizzy. He tried to circulate his gaze again and this time Rafish was no longer there.

***

"Who wouldn't want a GM husband? What else Vie heard, Mr. Rafka is the only boy in the family. Auto's the sole heir, dong. Whoa! What dreams, huh, Gya?" Silvia continued to chatter while accompanying Rafish's steps, towards the parking lot.

"Udah Vie guessed, anyway, if Gya will not miss this opportunity. Anyway looks, kok character tuh girl mat ...."

Silvia's speech stopped when Rafish stopped his footsteps. Then, turned around and gripped the dora-haired girl's arm with a cold look.

"Once again I hear you talking ugly about Gya, I don't promise to be able to remember that you girls!" rafish said sharply, then released his grip violently, to make Silvia frightened.

Without saying anything more, Rafish continued his steps. Leaving Silvia who was still looking at him with a look of disbelief.

***

Upon arrival at the hospital, Mama immediately hugged Gya. Not to congratulate him on his graduation, but rather to thank him for accepting Rafka's proposal.

Is it really a matter of feeling or agreement? Gya snorted softly, then took off my mother's embrace. He moved, approaching the bed of the father who was still lying staring at him without speaking.

Beside the bed was Gio who had still not said a word since last night. The teenager looked quiet and lowered his head more often.

"So, when's the wedding?" Mama started again after letting Rafka sit on the sofa. The middle-aged woman looked so excited. Unlike the figure that Gya had seen these few days.

"If I want to be as soon as possible, ma'am" replied Rafka. "But it depends on Gya."

Mama still developed a smile as she turned her head and looked at Gya with a look of hope. "Faster, better, Gie" he said without burden.

Gya returned the look of mama. Staring at the woman who had given birth to him was long enough.

"Six more months" he answered flatly.

Mama looked surprised, and so did Rafka. They looked at each other for a moment, then looked at Gya again.

"Six months later, Gie. Rafka wants to hurry."

This time Gya turned his eyes to the awkward-looking Rafka. The girl's eyes were hard to guess. "No problem, right, Mom?"

Rafka who was asked that way looked more awkward. He was seen thinking because from the beginning he really wanted to immediately disturb Gya.

"Good intentions must be hastened, Deck."

"Good intentions should also be done in a good way, Mas."

Gya's words succeeded in making Rafka die of fleas. He is used to negotiating, but business is not about marriage.

"It's about commitment, right? Unless Mas thinks it's about a profit and loss deal."

***

This afternoon, my father was allowed to go home. Of course, with Rafka delivered, they finally arrived at the house they had left a few days ago.

The silver sedan this time went straight into the yard and Rafka deftly helped papa move into a wheelchair. When he saw that, his mother immediately nudged Gya's arm. "Let's husband as good as Rafka's hard, Gie."

Gya. He was too tired to reply to his words and chose to take out the travel bag from the trunk of the car.

There is Gio who turned out to have taken out a travel bag from the trunk of the car. The teenager seemed to hurriedly carry the bag into the house and left Gya who was staring at him in surprise.

Gya sighed slowly. It seems like his body and brain need rest. The burden of these few days really made him tired.

When he wanted to close the trunk of the car, his gaze again collided with the figure of a thick-browed young man. The young man who was still looking at him without speaking.

Gya's view looks disturbed on the backpack carried Rafish. Backpacks that do not seem to contain college needs because the size is too large and the contents look crowded.

"Where are you going?" Gya unintentionally asked. However, it seems Rafish has no intention of answering.

Gya lowered his gaze. He finally decided to step foot, intending to leave Rafish. However, the young man's call managed to make him undo the intention.

"Gya?"

Although he did not turn his head, but Gya stopped his footsteps. Let Rafish say what he wants to say without looking at each other.

"I'm sure your decision is correct."

Gya still turned his back on Rafish, though his ears were faithfully listening.

"He comes from a good family. Family intact. It won't be hard for you to build a happy family."

Gya frowned, uncomfortable. He had almost turned his body around, but Rafish quickly banned him.

"That's it. It's better this way, Gie."

It sounds like Rafish sighed deeply as Gya complied with her wishes. He wasn't sure he would be able to talk, if Gya looked at him.

"It's okay, isn't it, if I don't pray for you this time?"

Gya closed his lips, trying to hold back the pain due to his crying that was ready to break.

"For now, I can't pretend to be okay. I'm not that old, am I?" I heard Rafish laughing. However, his laughter sounded bitter, making Gya unable to bear to turn around and look at him.

Rafish's gaze was still so warm. A look that I don't know since when Gya started to miss.

There was an unusual sense of comfort that managed to touch his heart. Moreover, while in a calm voice, Rafish said, "Gya .. Now I have no prayers for you, but I hope you are happy."

***

Up it two. Afraid to say there was nothing.