Short Stories Romance

OLIVE

My eyes have been looking at me sharp ever since. Suddenly there was an unpleasant feeling in his heart.

“Davin! Later in the afternoon pick up Olive at the school, huh?” said the woman.

“Can't, Ma! In the afternoon, Davin is still working,” reject me smooth.

Olivea the girl's name. An eighteen year old teenage girl. Papa's relationship son who has been betrothed to me.

“Your work, right, in Papa's office. So relax. Mama doesn't want to know. Anyway you picked up Olive after school!” Mom's voice is shrill.

I just nodded while spending breakfast on the plate.

“Davin! Dengerin mama gak?” his screeches. It made my ears hurt this morning.

“Iya, Mayang. Mom Babe.”

I finally went to the office. Time almost showed at eight in the morning. That means I'm almost late for work. Riding a black Toyota Fortuner, I drove the car at high speed.

“Again, Sir.”

“Good morning, Mr. Gan. Mr. handsome.” Some of the women tease me.

I hear that greeting every day. Not willing to serve, only I reply with a nod or a smile. I passed through the lobby to the workspace and opened the door.

“You're late again?” ask the big boss, who is none other than my own papa.

“Sorry, Pa.”

“That's always the reason. You can change, right?” Papa's eyes are round. Even if it's my own son, Papa wants to teach me discipline.

Silent.

“Papa do not want to be horrified that tomorrow you are still like this again!” he said and passed away.

I was breathing. Wrestling with files, it's been food every day. Sometimes, I get late for lunch because I'm too busy with work.

I've only been working for a month in Papa's office, having just graduated from Management and Business. I'm an only child who used to live a good life, until when he graduated from college instead of feeling happy. I felt tormented because I had to work to help Papa in the office.

The phone on the table is shaking. I grabbed.

“What, Mayang?” quickly, I answered my mother's phone.

[Yes, Mom. What's up?] my many.

[Get Olive now!]

[Yeah, the Olive is already big time.]

[Olive? Who her?] ask mama.

[I mean Davin, the Olive. Is it big, why is it still picked up? Nyusahin.] My voice softens. Don't let your mom get angry, it can be a long story.

[Just pick it up now! Didn't you say, your ears are shitting, anyway? Or are you deliberately not horrified by the words of Mama?]

[Yes, yes. Davin is leaving.]

Tut!

The phone connection just broke.

After all the work was done, I picked the girl up to school. Once there, many students went out of the class. I chose to wait in the car.

Suddenly I remembered something. “Gue does not know the face of the Olive like how.”

We have never met before. I only know her name and school through my mom's story. I haven't agreed to this matchmaking plan anyway, so there hasn't been a meeting between the families.

Then I sent a message, asked for a picture.

Beep it!

A new message came in from my mom. Looked at the face of a girl. His cheeks were thin with a pointed nose, and long hair. His eyes were round like puppets with white clean facial skin as well as thin lips.

“Beauty too.”

I'm still waiting in the car. When the school was quiet, but the Olive was not yet visible, I began to fidget.

Finally I entered the place and went to one of the security.

“Siang, Sir. Sorry to ask.”

“Iya. Ask what, Mas?”

“Where's the Olive class, huh?”

Security was stupefied and looked confused. As soon as I remembered, of course he did not know the name Olive. “Stupid basis!” I patted the jidat.

“I mean, Olive third grade.”

“Oh, Neng Olive's. This hour is still learning karate, Mas.”

Whats? He's in karate? What would the world say if I was bullied one day?

“It's in the field. Enter directly only.” He pointed.

“OK! Thanks, Mr.”

I walked towards the field. Sure enough, the Olive was practicing karate, it turned out that she had a black belt.

Long wait, I decided to sit in the cafeteria, while finishing work through the cell phone I was carrying, with a glass of hot moccachino accompanying me this afternoon.

“Siang, Oppa,” greet this tall beautiful girl. Who else if not the Olive.

“Oppa?” I scrunched my forehead, feeling foreign to the name.

“I love the same K-Pop. So I call you Oppa,” obviously.

I threw out a face like I wanted to vomit called like that.

“Live, so this is your Oppa?” suddenly came some teenage girls join nimbrung. They were dressed like Olive Seeds, maybe their friends.

“Iya. Graduating school I want a fiancee with Oppa Davin.” The Olive smiled widely.

“This really is a boy!” I was in my heart while looking at their behavior.

The Olive was even engrossed in chatting with her friends. Whereas I was just like a mosquito repellent in the midst of their laughter.

“Backback!” take me.

“Later, Oppa!” whining. He still wants to talk to his gang.

“Now!” I pulled his hand.

“Aduh!” There was a scream of a girl that I pulled on her arm.

I heard them laughing, including Olive's voice there. Inalillahi, one of the people turns out!

Not only are the cheeks flushed like boiled shrimp, but shame has spread all over my body. Especially when Olivea laughs at me.

“Sorry, I guess the Olive!”

The girl smiled wryly.

I went back to the table where Olivea was sitting and pulled her arm. I made sure this time was right, because I didn't want to be ashamed for the second time.

**

Until it was not felt, Olive had graduated from school. We got engaged and the wedding was planned after she graduated from college. I agreed to it for my mom.

“Hai, Oppa,” say when going outside from the campus gate.

I smiled without answering her greeting which I thought was more acute!

Olive has been transformed into a mature female figure with a different appearance. Although I admit long ago she was beautiful in karate. Now, she became a more beautiful woman with a touch of casual style when she became a student.

“Oppa has been waiting for a long time?” He asked when he was sitting next to me.

“Lumayan,” I replied briefly.

Since I was called Oppa, I'm getting used to it. “We're going to the bookstore, huh? I'm looking for a novel,” the door.

Lsnahin!

Without answering, I also slid into a famous bookstore, according to his wishes.

“Oppa want to wait here?” ask Olive in the parking lot.

“Iya. I'll wait here, Males in. Read a book only males let alone buy a novel,” I said a little tart.

“Judah. I entered by myself,” he said.

She is a girl who does not like to force or organize. Hence, I am still engaged to her until now.

When Olive walked into the bookstore, I was alone. The phone is vibrating, there's an incoming call.

“Ya, Pa?” I answered the phone. However, papa's voice sounded unclear. “Sial! No more networks!”

I got out of the car and tried to find a signal that was lost somewhere.

“Oppa! Watch out!” Sayup-sayup heard the cry of the Olive.

I'm turning. The vision darkened after feeling something hit my body.

***

Slowly I opened my eyes. My eyes feel round and round. I held my head in pain and stared at the white ceiling.

“I where?” My eyes looked at every corner of this small room.

I'm in the hospital, but why? What the hell happened to me?

My gaze was fixed on the arm that was being held warm by someone.

Olive Seed?

It turned out that Olivea was grasping my hand tightly. Even though his eyes were closed, our fingers were interlocked.

“Oppa, even if you are ignorant. I love you,” he said who was delirious.

Is that the kind of love you have for me, Live?

I was so excited to hear him say that. During my love affair with her, I have never called her Olivea by name. Maybe I'm too prestigious, because I used to not put any taste and seem indifferent.

“I will always be there for you, Oppa,” continued Olivea who is still delirious.

I rubbed his head gently and he woke up, “Oppa? Are you aware? I'll call doctor.”

Before I could get out of my seat, I pulled Olive's arm. We looked fixed.

“Thanks, yes. Take care of me.” I smiled sincerely at him for the first time.

Suddenly, Olive hugged my body. It makes the pounding on the chest even tighter. Something's happening to this self. Is ... love?

He hugged me for a long time, then slipped away when the door opened.

“Sorry, Oppa.” Looked a tinge of red on Olive's cheeks.

From that moment on, I felt the seed of love had grown in my heart. Olive has managed to steal it.

Not long after, Mama and Papa came and asked why this could happen. I explained it and said. ”Davin can ask for something, no?”

“Iya, Darling. Ask what?” answer Mama.

“Marriage Davin and Olivea accelerated,” my door.

“What?” Netra Mama round.

“Why? Mama is not allowed?”

“Yes approved, lah! Why not try it before? When to be prepared?” his challenge.

“Peaput asap. If Davin has been out of the hospital.”

Mama, Papa looks happy. And Olive? It seemed he was too happy, visible from a red tinge on his cheek.

.End.