Red Box

Bullet 14: Sneakers

“Your face seems to say that?”

Mama Fira added.

“S-I..”.

“Mama said what, anyway?” break up Fira, “aku is always beautiful, do not exaggerate, deh!” continued.

As I turned my head, astonished to hear the girl's statement. Next to me, mama Fira also showed the same expression. In fact, he looks like a head bobble.

“Maafin aunty son, yes!” he said, “dia is a badass,” he added.

I was just grinning, looking at the girl, and nodding.

Putting on a pouting face, Fira walked down the stairs in a limp.

“Excuse me aunt,” I said, run up the stairs.

Arriving at Fira's place, I immediately reached out my hand, and helped her down. For some reason, he looked so different that it made me avoid his eyes. Just like me, Fira also turned her eyes, thus making things feel awkward.

“Six commas one!” fira exclaimed, wiping the hair around his left ear.

“Hah?”

I looked at him, but could not look him in the eye for too long.

“That's your appearance value today!” inexplicably.

“Oh, ready chief judge!” answer me, grunting.

“Head jury?” Fira.

“H-Ran is the same as your assessment,” I replied.

Fira. Her lips look very manyun. It seemed like he was feeling annoyed, but it just made me a little relieved. I so no longer need to mention about mama who also has a similar hobby, because it does not discuss anymore.

While staring at the clock inside the phone, I said again, “yuk, go! It's almost ten o'clock, here!”

Taking my hand, Fira nodded.

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Arriving below, the girl asked me to approach her mother, then let go of the handrails.

“Wait a minute, yes!”

Suddenly, he hugged his mother.

They say goodbye as if going very far away, leaving me just stunned. After that, Fira took the white heeled shoes off the shelf, unbeknownst to me.

His poor choice made me immediately pull his hand and say, "you want, can't wear shoes anymore, huh?”

“Why?”

Fira asked back.

“You forgot, why are your legs so kayaking?!” my nag.

“This one is different, kok!” Fira.

“Tersubah, if you want your ankles swollen as a ball casti!”

“B-Ball box?”

I glanced at one of his shoe collections and replied, “if that's the case, you won't be able to wear it!”

Fira was silent, gulping, staring at his boot collection. His face began to panic. Looking at the floor slippers near the stairs, I hurried to pick it up and approach it again.

“Play this only!” I said, putting it in front of him.

“People glued!” nagelnya, immediately kicked the sandal earlier.

“G-Gem..”

Instantly I sighed, trying to hold back the anger.

Meanwhile, Mama Fira laughed at my expression. He immediately approached and picked up a sneaker made from ¹canvas. Out of all the shoes, it looks like the simplest.

“This time, how?” tanyakanya.

Fira turned her head towards me, as if asking for an opinion.

Looking at the material that looks soft and high shoes that do not reach the eyes of the feet, I can not protest anymore.

“It looks good,” I said.

“Mbak Nur!”

Suddenly, Fira shouted.

“Yes, neng!”

The middle-aged woman who had opened the gate immediately approached. Apparently, they used to call him Nur.

“Please fetch socks, dong!” pinta Fira, “foot Fira pain up and down steadily!” coined.

“Good, neng!” the answer.

“Which is short, mbak!”

“Iya!”

The girl glanced cynically, picking up the shoes earlier.

“Cooking on the bottom canal sneakers?!”

It seemed, Fira was still not completely satisfied.

He stood in front of the glass, matching the clothes and shoes that his mother had chosen. Before long, Ma'am Nur, the middle-aged woman came carrying white socks, and thrust them.

“Still, mbak!” said Fira, dragging me out.

Feeling disrespectful, I went back in, about to say goodbye. But seeing Fira busy wearing socks, I rushed to the car, and opened the passenger door. The goal is to get him in soon.

Fira still has trouble wearing shoes, so I get closer. But when he arrived, he had already managed to wear it first.

“It seems, you can do it yourself, yes?” muttered.

The girl stuck out a tongue that made me come closer. While looking at him, I lowered my head, squatting before him.

He seemed to want to convey something, but I quickly caught up, and tied his shoelaces.

“As ever see this scene, but where is it?” muttered.

Fira, instantly pulled back his left leg, and replied, “hah, what?!”

“It seems, you know something?” I said, “how, does it look like the main cast?” my continue.

Fira squinted her lips. With a sullen face, he replied sarcastically, “iya, so much like!”

Instantly I smiled. She's a really funny girl.

Feeling unbearable, I immediately reached out my hand. Fira had difficulty standing, even several times changing positions. He just dumbfounded, once again trying to stand alone, but again failed.

“Your leg must be in pain!”

I sniffed both hands, offering help once more.

Although initially hesitant, Fira finally grabbed it.

“I will pull it quickly, so that the pain is not too long!” obviously, “hold, yes!” my continue.

“T-Wait a minute don't ta-“

While screaming, Fira closed her eyes tightly, while I stood pulling her.

“Waaa!!”

“Until when will you keep yelling?!” my reproach.

Fira looked around, confused. Though only a sprain, but his behavior is like experiencing a fracture.

“You rarely exercise, huh?” ask again.

Aware of having managed to stand, he replied with judges, “embangya why?”

I just sighed and said, “yuk, walk a few more steps, or do I need to carry?”

I prepared to squat, but Fira grabbed my hair.

"Dude, du, duh!" screaming, pain.

“Not necessary!”

Fira patted my back and tried to walk on her own. Seeming in a lot of pain, I immediately embrace and reach into the car.

“Wait a minute, I'll open the gate!” myrag.

Fira just daydreams at me. Feeling uncomfortable, I immediately closed the door and said goodbye.

“In that case, we leave, auntie!” I said, approaching mama Fira.

“Oh, be careful on the road, yes!” answer, smile.

Really attentive, I thought.

Seeing Mbak Nur open the gate, I hurriedly entered the car.

The fira suddenly shifted away with a dead red look. Glancing around for a moment, I immediately rewind the car.

“What is he angry at?” I thought, thinking again as I swept it up the car.

I think he's uncomfortable. Fira kept on revolting, but I ignored her.

How else, is this bad luck?

I immediately honked my horn and headed towards Om Hadi's clinic.

“You've eaten, right?” my question, on the way.

Fira only silent a thousand languages, make me ask in a higher tone, “you've eaten, not yet?!”

“Hah, why?” saith.

“Whatever, do it!” muttered, while sighing, “aku directly to the clinic, yes? Fear of getting stuck, continuing to get there even after hours of rest,” continued me.

"Any, em!"

Fira just nodded.

It looks strange, not as usual.

Curious, I ventured to ask, "did I make a mistake?"

Fira looked at me. His gaze looked so sharp, that it made me feel like I was about to be pierced. Without me noticing, my head looked up, by itself dodging.

"Why are you being so considerate?" ask Fira.

I looked up again, surprised to hear the question.

"Are you interested in me?"

He asked again.

Being between inexhaustible thought and amazement, I immediately laughed.

Shaking my head, I replied, "yes!"

As if unsatisfied at my answer, Fira suddenly glared. I don't know why, he seems even more upset.

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¹Made from thin fabric to thick and strong fabric. This material is also used to make screens and especially basic paintings.