Red Box

Bullet 18: Shaken

With a gasp of breath, I got back in the car, carrying a plastic package containing three types of drugs.

Each pack has written a dose, so there is no need to explain anymore. After all, it contains only pain relievers, antibiotics, and supplements only.

“Drink regularly!” seruku, while giving it to Fira, “if it has gone quiet, the pain reliever does not need to be drunk anymore!” my continue.

“Four minutes twenty-three seconds!”

Fira looked at the phone and said again, “telat thirty seconds more, I will take a taxi!”

While taking the medicine, he threw away his face. I just sighed, getting used to her childish behavior.

“Security belt please use again!” sahutku, “if already, we leave,”.

Hearing that, Fira quickly put it on. From the inner rearview, I kept watching him.

“Yuk, street spout!” yells.

“O-OK!” my answer.

I was silent, trying not to be surprised. But I think, it's so hard.

How to deal with such a drastic change in his attitude?

While starting to pull back the car, and preparing a two-thousand dollar bill to give to the parking lot, I shook my head. The old man approached, wearing his blue shabby hat. Clad in a small, worn towel, the parking attendant rang the whistle, giving a warning.

“Still, sir!” said it.

With a smile, I nodded, staring at the exhaust fumes soaring everywhere. Just a few hundred meters away, I sighed trapped at the intersection of the red light.

The silver men and buskers began to take to the streets. A few peddlers went around, but we stayed out of the crowd of vehicles. The good news is, after going through this, a long line of sucks will soon pass. The traffic flow is monitored smoothly which means; this is only a temporary traffic jam, because it is at a red light.

As usual, traffic becomes congested when entering daylight hours. This condition is aggravated by the many abuses of the shoulder of the road. But the most annoying; the blazing sun will get hotter every minute. Even so hot, I intend to talk about it with Fira.

However, the girl looked gloomy. Not like before. Even throughout the journey, he somehow became quiet.

“What happened?” my many.

“Although why?” sahut Fira, look.

“Serian, yes? Or stomach pain?” my cock.

Seeing me laugh, Fira just frowned.

With a serious face, suddenly the girl asked back, “ansi honestly, why are you being nice to me? Do you intend to accept matchmaking?”

“Why suddenly...“

“Jawab alright!” breaking Fira.

He looked at me meaningfully. Sharply glimpsed her clear eyes, as if pushing me slowly. The surrounding air began to feel heavier, over time which is currently impartial.

I think it's time to be honest. As a form of self-confidence, I sighed. The situation really pressured me, to the point where there was no way out.

“Mama has a serious disease,” I replied, “even though it has undergone surgery, it is possible that the disease came again. Before anything bad happens, I want to make his wish come true,”.

“Wish it, get married?” asked Fira, I replied with a nod, “why should I? Why not just the same as everyone else?” continued.

“I don't know either,” I replied, relax.

Seeming increasingly upset, Fira let out a sigh.

“No need to force yourself!” the thrill, “om you said, you like the same simple girl who is good at cooking,” he continued.

With a look of annoyance, he rubbed both hands.

The sound of a simple horn, the sign of a green light is already on. I stepped on the clutch pedal, prepared to insert the gear and pull the hand brake lever. Next to me, Fira lowered her head and opened the window, staring out.

While waiting for the front car to go, I muttered, “little time, I thought; good food is just fried rice, because mama is not good at cooking.”

“Hah?”

Fira looked at me.

The car in front drove, making me quickly advance the car. But after a while, the light came back red which forced me to stop again.

“After adolescence, I just found out, it turns out all the cuisine is delicious, as long as the hand is expert.”

I continued the story.

“Hot, yes?” my question, pay attention to Fira, “I turn on his AC, first, yes!” my continue.

“H-Huh?!”

Fira nodded, then closed the window, as soon as the cold air entered.

Seemed wrong, the girl was listening. Her petite face was already flushed, sweating quite a lot. Not only that, from earlier, he continued to fan his face with his hands.

Surely, he already felt very sultry. So as not to be awkward, I continued the story.

“In addition, he is also a person with a crush, and also easy to heat if you see a neighbor buy new goods,” remember me, “because of that, I have hopes dapet a good girl cooks, and, so that my son can eat a lot of good food, and simple so as not to need a gibah just,” concluded me.

Finished telling the story, I turned towards Fira who had focused on listening. The girl sighed, moody looking at the traffic jam.

Remembering the previous incident, I immediately returned to the focus of staring at the streets. Starting to drift away in silence, suddenly her soft voice rolled into the ears, making me turn my head immediately.

“I can not cook, also like to buy branded goods!” I'm Fira, “and also, people are easily uncomfortable about neighbor talk. But, I do not easily overheat just because of the refrigerator or a new television,” he continued.

I just mendeham, digesting the sentence after sentence he said.

“Even if they buy branded goods even once, I will not envy,” continued Fira, “even, I nggep, they are a hobby and also sometimes to chat. Just, back again to the starting point, I easily get uncomfortable with the talk of others,” he concluded.

At the end, he looked at me and asked, “you are disappointed, right?”

Coinciding with that, the green light flashed, making me insert the gears and lower the handbrake. After this, there were no more traffic-prone areas that I had to go through. As soon as possible, I stepped on the gas pedal, so that I could get out of this shit jam.

“I like honest and open girls,” murmured me, free from red lights.

“Hah?!” fira Sahut.

“I like, honest and open girls!”

I repeated the statement again, looking back at him, then refocused on driving.

Instantly, Fira cast a glance. His face was getting red, even though the AC was already on. In the road, the condition is also not as hot as before. But it's possible, his metabolism is different, so it makes me point all the fan grilles, towards him.

“What's still hot?” my many.

Instead of answering, Fira covered her face. After a while, he slapped his own face.

After the strange behavior, he asked, “doesn't you like simple girls who are good at cooking?”

“Women always look very charming, when cooking,” nods me, “but in the end, it turns out that is not what I had hoped for,” continued.

“Means?” Fira.

For a moment I was silent, remembering the beginning of the matchmaking plan mama started.

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Back then, I firmly refused, and reasoned several times. Starting from planning to marry Mbak Tini, bringing Roni's friend who is a cook, to almost dating the owner of the Padang rice stall who turned out to be married.

Through all the chaos, my mother became more eager to find a mate, until I began to act reticently to them (the betrothed woman) all. But this morning, everything seemed to be answered on the dining table.

How about one bribe, I immediately realized mama's cooking. Papa who may not be aware pretends not to know, even at the end confessed. Without being able to dodge, I finally admitted the taste of the food managed to touch the heart, not just on the tongue.

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“At the end of the day it is not the taste, but rather who, and how,”.

Increasingly confused, Fira frowned at me.

“The most important thing is not that it tastes good or not, but who cooks, and how to cook,”I obviously, “I like girls who are good at cooking, but also like honest girls. Looks like, I also can't refuse open and spoiled girls, let alone.”.

“Aparticularly?” fira Sahut.

“Moreover beautiful as you!”

Fira looked away, staring at the random stuff. Take a tissue, open the dashboard, then put it on top of the dashboard, even though it just opened it. Anyway very strange, making me follow the wrong behavior and turn away.

“You want to die, yes?!” asked Fira, making me look back.

“Hah?!”

Aware of the surrounding situation as informed by the phone, I refocused my driving. Traffic activity is still monitored by many people, so it risks endangering other drivers.

"Does that mean I was rejected?" I thought, still feeling shaken.