Star Clarissa
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Toks..... Toks..... Toks.....
"Now...." The door opened, Gio Adietama was busy with files scattered on the table. "Have you arrived?"
"Yes Pa." Put the bag on the sofa and then walk over to the Papa who looks busy. "What's the matter Pa?"
"Please, take care of that document, Papa would like to have a meeting with Mr. Oxley for the branch of our Hospital to be established in St. Ives, England." The son nodded, then he sat down in Gio's seat of greatness and began to read the documents that had been handed to him. "Papa go for a minute."
"Yes Pa."
"If you need anything, just call Ingrid, she's in your usual room."
"Yes." Yeah."
The door to Gio's room was already closed, leaving the Son struggling with an important sheet of paper. Since the 3rd grade Junior High, the Son has been entrusted by his Father to take care of the small problems of the Hospital.
By the time he started going to High School, more precisely second grade, his father had already given him more heavy duty.
He was already very adept at dealing with big matters though, even Gio was already preparing to hand everything over to Son. But the Son balked at taking all that his Father had fought for.
Gio was very proud when Putra said. "The Son will fight alone to make the Hospital according to the wishes of the Son without the intervention of a Gio Adietama." So said a fifteen year old boy. Since then, Gio has been giving lessons on dealing with the Hospital's problems.
Until half-four o'clock the Son had completed his task, and he threw himself on the couch while playing his phone.
His phone vibrated indicating a message was coming in, from Noel.
Noel Sanjaya's
Put, I'm from Delisa
The Meysa bully Clarisaa.
Really are?
^^^Putra R. Adietama^^^
^^ Yes, I take care of it.^^^
Noel Sanjaya's
Bagusdeh, you have to make
Meysa is living her life.
^^^Putra R. Adietama^^^
^^^Aman, calm down.^^^
Noel Sanjaya's
I said I would
help with that.
^^^Putra R. Adietama^^^
^^^Don't, if until ica tau,^^
^^^he will not like. Let me do that
^^^straight about the girl.^^^
Noel Sanjaya's
Yaudah, it needs nothing
saying I.
^^^Putra R. Adietama^^^
^^^Thanks, I'll be notified
Salam make Bokap lo.^^^
Noel Sanjaya's
Ok.
Putting his phone on the table, looking at the ceiling of the room Gio Adietama with a touch of dark brown. It'll all be easy for him.
Papa Noel, Firman Sanjaya is a state servant, has the rank of Irjen Pol or more often called Inspector General of Police, and Firman Sanjaya is good friends with Gio Adietama.
He said he would help whatever the Son needed, Putra smiled faintly, remembering what he had done to his upperclassman who had dared to hurt Clarissa.
The sound of the door opening made the Son open his eyes and lift his body from just sleeping. Gio walks with a flower bucket.
"Did Papa wake you?"
"Son's not sleeping anymore." Staring at his Papa who was already sitting near him, very dashing to wear a gray shirt with a dark gray suit. "Is it done?"
"Already dong. Is your job ready?"
Son nodded. "Had Putra handed him over to Inggrid, he said he wanted to talk to Papa later."
"Good."
"If so, the Son shall return." His father stopped him when he was about to reach for his backpack, using the bucket he was carrying earlier.
"Go home? don't you want to see Clarissa? just now on the street Papa saw this bucket and remembered it, give it." The son grabbed and walked out to Clarissa's room.
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Come on, the Son has been feeling weak standing for too long because the door does not open. He peeked through a small glass gap that still did not look occupants inside.
The son shifted the small door, until finally he opened wide and heard a loud laughter from inside.
That's ica's voice. But why didn't he try to open it or anything, and again, what made him laugh so loosely.
The son came in and his eyes wandered around looking for Clarissa, the woman was joking with a man whom the Son seemed to know.
"Ehh, is the son here?" The two of them fell silent, when they heard that Dinda was aware of the Son's presence. "It doesn't matter if someone knocks on the door?"
"Engga. Does it exist?" he said plain, and still did not consider the presence of the Son.
The son smiled cynically, he was joking again, where the astonishment. "Kirain has returned aunty,"
"Not yet, tomorrow just come home, Papa ica does not ngizinin go home quickly." Inviting the Son to sit on a sofa. "Tante again mengindahin some fruit to share, so it's not dreading anyone coming, ica not too like fruit."
"Let the son help aunty."
Dinda shakes. "No need, you're here to look at it."
"That's all."
Degs....
Clarissa felt disappointed, she was no longer interested in playing the game onet on her phone with Rehan, making the sweet man stare flat. Clarissa was okay.
"Son was told this anter is the same Papa, make ica he said." Pouring the flower bucket. "Papa there's a meeting outside, he said he remembered ica fitting see the bucket."
"Gee...." Receiving the bucket from Putra, Dinda smiled widely. "Duh, bother."
"You can't do it yourself, but rest again, so the son is told to anther." Take off her unbuttoned school shirt and she puts it on the couch, leaving a short-sleeved black shirt. "Where is a aunt to be out."
"On top of that, if it's under the old fruit, it's not good to love that one."
The son approached the refrigerator and squatted down. "But still fresh all auntie?" moving out all the fruit that Dinda had directed.
"Sons....." Dinda called slowly and crouched down to arrange the fruit that the Son had issued, "you are here right away right? until the Star comes, the aunt has not known Rehan, it is not comfortable if they are left alone."
"Yes aunty."
"Thank you." The two of them stood up after being ready to bring out the fruit that Dinda was about to share. "Here let's just get aunty."
They're closing in on Clarissa. "Honey, Mama want to share the fruit with other patients first?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Rehan, a minute?"
"Yes aunty." Rehan stood up and looked down small.
"Son, leave ica for a second?"
"Yes." Yeah." Clarissa looked only at Mama, why she had to say that in front of Rehan, and it seemed that Rehan understood the attitude that Dinda showed.
Seeing that Dinda had come out, Putra walked up and sat with his head, today he was tired, tired of hearing Kanya's nagging and wanted to relieve his fatigue when he saw Clarissa, but it turned out.... Ah already.
The son looks like a bodyguard who looks after his master's son, keeping Clarissa from a man named Rehan and he just quietly listens to those who have returned to laughing.
He glanced, his little heart felt envious of Rehan who looked well received by Clarissa, different when he invited Clarissa to interact or just say hello.
The door opened again, the Star came with a basketball in his hand. "Eh, hi Put. It's old?"
"So, are you playing basketball?"
Stars nodded. "Yes, are there any guests?"
Rehan who felt stared at by the intense Star suddenly stood up. "Hello Brother, I'm Rehan." They shake hands.
"One school is the same?"
"I went to college in Bandung, again on vacation."
Stars nodded. "Well, don't you want to help ica enter the campus that has a game major?"
Rehan looked at Clarissa. "That's it, but if I can help you, in my campus there's also that department."
"No need, I'm going to Harvard because."
"Harvard?" Rehan looked at Clarissa in horror.
Stars laugh. "Hey, that's just your Papa's invitation to Put, ica is not sure either." The son just shakes his shoulders. "Can't you know ica?" askinya while sitting in front of the Son.
"Scholar High School Gemilang Cahaya." The feeling was not good, Mama Clarissa did not ask as much as Bintang did. "It used to be close to Kanya, so know Clarissa."
"Ohh, if you know also dong sama Putra?"
"I know, maybe an unknown son." The son just shrugged his shoulders no matter what he knew the man for. He plays his phone.
"It's natural, I used to be on the basketball team, but came out with a right arm injury." Staring at the basketball in the lap of the stars. The son pretended to remember, but indeed he had remembered it since the meeting in the cinema last day.
"Ohh remember, injuries due to the same training time Erlangga right?"
Rehan nodded. "Really, right. Become a core player. But due to injury, it has been replaced with Erlangga if not wrong."
The son smiled faintly, he deeply remembered Rehan this time, how not? Erlangga is eager for the position as a core player, and sports teachers forbid because it is still a new child stage and do not see the ability of the furniture entrepreneur's child. Though Erlangga was active like Putra, when they were training together, Erlangga told Putra that he would take the position from Rehan as a core player.
And apparently, that's how he did it.
Rehan's eyes stared at the screen of his flaming phone, then smiled at Clarissa. "I go home first, because there are people who want to stop by the house."
"Oh yes, brother, thanks for stopping by."
"Cepet healed, tomorrow if it's healed we watch, continued yesterday." Clarissa nodded, before coming out she said goodbye to the Star and the Son.
"Where are you going Put?" The star looked at the Son who was already standing, picking up his school shirt.
"You're coming home, brother."
"Don't you think it's a big shot?"
Son smile. "There will be a malem event, sister, so want to rest before leaving."
"Not yet Sunday night, have you done anything?" The son smiled again, without saying anything stale to Clarissa, the man had already left the room.
Oh gosh...
Whatisit? The son is not at all happy and indifferent. The star knitted his brows at his sister in wonder, why did his sister's face look so disappointed.
"Sir, would you like to take some fruit?"
"No."
"Need something?"
"Son, I'm going to bed." And covered his whole body with a blanket. Fucking weird.
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"If there's any call Kak Bintang huh?" Clarissa nodded and got out of the car, which was very difficult when she went to school with her sister. Along the way just talking about who Rehan is, and how he should behave to a man... Make dizzy.
He was forced to be escorted by the Stars because he did not come home and was still staying at the Hospital.
"A.s..." Daze ran over to Clarissa. "Will you heal? I have plans to look at."
"Silter."
Daze laughed, "don't take part in sports only Ca, you then take the value of basketball practice."
"Yes." Yeah." Indeed he had planned, he was not wearing his sports clothes.
Until the front of the class, friends who feel lonely because there is no Clarissa is waiting in front. Though Clarissa is not at all fun but they are happy because Clarissa is a confiding friend who is always good at listening. Moreover, Clarissa can be trusted to keep a secret.
So when the little girl did not come in, they felt that there was nothing to confide in.
"Clarissa......." Ririn ran up to him with a face that was sad because she missed the figure of the listener. "Gue kangen lo."
"Yes, yes." Patting the arm of Ririn who was still wringing spoiled on her neck. Unaware of this Ririn? his body is bigger than Clarissa even comfortable writhing. "Udah Rin, this is heavy."
"Eh, hehe sorry."
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After class Twelve one IPA completed the marathon run as usual before carrying out hours of exercise lessons. They gather on the basketball court, only Clarissa watches them at the edge of the court.
Ms. Aini had already passed before carrying out her learning activities, she walked over to Clarissa.
"Clarissa, you go to the UKS or to the classroom, next Saturday you yourself will take the value of basketball practice huh?"
"Good ma'am." Clarissa stood up and walked towards her class, suddenly drowsy because last night she stopped playing games, this was a golden opportunity.
They warm up, and are given 15 minutes to practice before taking practice grades.
"Yeey........" Kanya cheered happily after successfully scoring twice the ball came in.
The rules that have been made by Bu Aini, each student must be able to enter the ball into the ring four times, one time entry gets a score of 70 and that's the standard school grade, and that's the school grade, twice going in gets an 80 and that's pretty good, three going in gets a 90 and that's good, four going in is no doubt.
And of course only the boys get high grades, because their class is mostly basketball.
As the Son's turn takes value, they stare hungry, throwing the ball very gallantly, displaying moving arm muscles as he begins to dribble the ball.
Placard....
"Your phone is saved first." Said Ms. Aini when the last ball throw, Putra's phone fell. "Keep in there first."
"Yes, Mom."
He walked out of the basketball court area to his class with a small run, but until his step door relaxed, he remembered someone was resting in the classroom. The son walked into the classroom, approached Clarissa, why is he sitting where I am??
Slowly the Son turned the chair in front of his seat, to face Clarisaa. I don't know what the motive is, he just wants to see Clarissa fall asleep.
She smiled slightly, Somehow just staring at Clarissa as calm as that alone had made her happy, maybe because all this time every Son invited her to interact Clarissa always avoided. So, let him stare at Clarissa for longer.
There was something that prompted him to join her to lay his head face to face with Clarissa, staring at every delicate face of the cute woman, thin lips that never smiled, she said, maybe Clarissa will look more sweet if she just wants to smile.
Clarissa is indeed adorable, maybe that's the reason why Mrs Adietama so wants to be close to her. As the Son felt, wanting to be close to Clarissa was definitely impossible.
...When you hurt under the surface...
...Like broken water running cold...
...Well, some can heal, but this won't...
...So, before you go...
...Was there something I could've said to make your heart beat better?...
...If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather...
...So, before you go...
...Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting?...
...It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless...
...So, before you go...
...Would we be better off by now...
...If I'd have let my walls come down?...
...Maybe, I guess we'll never know...
...You know, you know...
...Before you go...
The son hummed slowly, lately his feelings often melow and just wanted to sing a silly song. Every time Clarissa acted indifferently to him, there was a feeling of pain in her heart.
"Ca, don't shy away from my continued dong." Bodo is very much about Clarissa hearing or not, which obviously he wants to express his thoughts, but nobody sees.
...Would we be better off by now...
...If I'd have let my walls come down?...
...Maybe, I guess we'll never know...
...You know, you know...
...Before you go...
Clarissa gave a small smile, her dreams were beautiful. Because of the incident at the hospital when he shared a handset with Putra, making Lewis Capaldi's song continues to ring in his mind, in fact, he forgot the Bad Omens song that he should have memorized because he continued to play Before you go in the music playlist on his phone.
"Don't disturb my sweet dreams please." He murmured, when he was forced to go back to sleep. But wait, he opened his eyes again when accidentally as big as the face of his female idol was in front of him. "Gue's still a dream?"
Clarissa's hand moved to feel the face of the Son whom she believed to be her subconscious. "Gue dream in a dream?" Still not realizing that what he touched was no longer a dream shadow.
"Initially hold the face, for a long time can hold the heart loh." Clarissa gasped as the man in front of her muttered with his eyes still closed.
So I'm awake? who is in front of me Son of dong?
Gee whiz... The son??
When Clarissa stood up, she was so nervous that she was confused about which way to go, especially when she was laying her head on the Son's desk. What will he explain to her? Stupid lo Clarissa, her hand moved hitting her own head to restore her intelligence, she was indeed a fool when it came to Rizqi Adietama's son.
Clarissa stopped the over-moving reaction, and now she was more than nervous. His body froze as the Son casually grabbed his wrist to keep him from moving.
"Where are you going?"
"Gue's going to Uks, dizzy."
"Let me anter."
"Don't.." Not even waiting for Son to straighten up or anything, Clarissa had already pulled her hand and ran out of the classroom aimlessly.
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