Sunflowers

Mother figure

Since then I've been avoiding Mark. He picks me up every morning even though I'm gone. I tried to leave as early as possible so as not to meet Mark.

It was only three in the morning and then I took a shower and prepared before that I cooked first for breakfast, so when everyone woke up there was already food at the dinner table.

After school I immediately washed the clothes that had been piled up in the laundry basket. While waiting for the washing machine I ironed to save time.

That's what I do these few days every time I go home from school, even I rarely meet Mama and Papa. It's okay, I rarely see them either.

I did it all so Mama would take a little glance at me. Don't expect Agatha!

And for tonight I'm back to wrinkle washing clothes and ironing. Hana looks leaning against the door while looking at me.

I looked back at him like there was something he wanted to say. His face looks upset.

"What is your relationship with Mark?" he said without further ado.

I fell silent, knowing he knew about Mark coming to this house several times looking for me. Of course that opens the door if not Hana ya bi Imah.

"There's nothing to do with it."

"Lied." The answer quickly snapped a little.

"You've improved?" ask me to divert the conversation.

"Don't be so smart about it. I'm gonna find out for myself what your relationship is with Mark." He said then turned around.

I sighed like my days would be a little difficult.

Washing already, ironing already, now just eat. I walked into the kitchen to get some bread. I'm not used to having dinner after 6pm, not comfortable to sleep.

"Do you want to make Non food?" I saw my aunt standing next to me.

I shook my head, "No need to bi. Thanks though. How's Asep by the way? Wanna?"

Bi Imah smiled, "You are non, he said tomorrow to leave here."

"Thank God if you want to." I said and looked at the clock on the wall. I should have been sleepy at eleven in the evening. "Auntie's resting is already night. Agatha to the room first."

Bi Imah nodded and I went straight up.

Cklek!!

I opened the door and turned my hair back. My body hurts all I want to sleep soon. Luckily tomorrow there are no tasks to collect.

"Well?!"

I was surprised, shocked who was really surprised when I saw someone else in my room. I was so shocked that my back hit the closed door.

How could Mark be in my room? He stood up with a chaotic expression as he walked towards me. With a quick movement he pulled me and immediately hugged me.

My head was pegged to Mark's chest, but the guy didn't mind him hugging me tighter. I can feel Mark sipping my hair.

To my surprise, I didn't realize what Mark was doing. I rebelled wanting to break away from her but nil she hugged me tighter.

I rebelled again but in vain I gave up.

Why this kid? come without excuse and hug as good as a jidat.

Mark walked me to the bed still holding me. He sat me in his bed and he squatted down in front of me. His face was as gloomy as it was not fed.

"Whenever here? Which way?" honestly, I was wondering how he got into my room. Then I looked at the window. Ah looks like he went through there proved that the window was open through I still remember that window was closed. "Through the window?"

The guy nodded. He was still silent while playing my finger. I brushed it off but he grabbed it back, wanted me to be sliced again, he held it tighter.

"Sir Mark why? If mommy papa knew it could be bad."

"Go home." My next.

"Gue like this because of you."

I glared, heh! Just be right. I didn't even do anything. Do not just accuse.

I haven't protested that Mark first opened his voice, "Because you're avoiding me."

I was also silent about what Mark said. But I did that there's a reason. Where people do it for no reason. If it's here, drop it in front of me.

"Sister."

"Yes?"

"Can you stay away from me?" I said carefully, I've been thinking about this every night, bodoamat if you think you don't know yourself. I just want to live a normal life not haunted by the guy's fans.

Mark's eyes looked at me sharply, his jaw hardened, his face visible once if he was angry. Why I was suddenly scared huh, I didn't expect Mark to be this angry.

"Who told you to talk like that?"

I looked down Mark was not yelling or anything but the problem was that he was talking very firmly.

I could hear Mark breathing out a rough breath. He seems frustrated.

"Don't expect me to be away from you."

I looked up at this guy with glasses, I just realized that he was using glasses.

"This why?" ask before I open my voice. Touching the wound on my knee.

"Fall."

"Lied."

"It's a lie."

"It's not that."

Mark pulled my hand, looking at it with a hardened face. This is actually him why the hell?! Turning on the right hand, and lastly on the leg, she also grabbed my hair and tied it.

"Fall to the point of his wound." Syndicated Mark.

The guy pulled out the ointment and then applied it to my wounds. I just kept quiet.

"Then—"

"Sleep." Mark cut my sentence making me take a deep breath.

Yes already.

"Jaudah brother is home."

Mark shook. "Gue's gonna wait till you get to sleep."

"Huh?"

Mark pulled me over and confirmed the blankets. I can't see it, is this really Mark Lia told? So different.

"Sleep!"

"Don't macem-macem."

Mark nodded then stroked my head slowly, I was already sleepy no longer caring, but I vaguely felt a chewy object touch my forehead.

I don't know what that is.

Mark smiled at Agatha who had fallen asleep, kissed the girl's forehead. Mark nodded his head back to go out the window. But his eyes were shifted to something interesting.

There's a bottle of medicine on the table that says vitamins. There was something of his interest in the drawer under the table. Digoxin, Ivabradine, Candesartan, Valsartan, Telmisartan and many more.

It's all a cure for heart failure.

***

“Lo what?”

Sata came from the direction of the kitchen with a cup of tea in his hand. Although already ridiculed for not liking coffee, Sata still firmly with his favorite drink. Teas.

Mark just glanced at Sata and returned to his tv watching activities.

“Cowo handsome cake gini is budgeted.” Cibir Sata grabbed a fried banana on Mark's front desk. “Who is fried?”

“Try to ask his fried banana.” Jeno, who had been sitting quietly with a cell phone in her hand, sat down with a thick, hairy carpet in front of Mark.

“Heh, whose banana fried you?” Sata asked on fried banana in his hand, “Kalo asked it replied.”

Jeno grunts his head, “Susah emang has his stupid friend until ubun-ubun.”

“You mean what the hell huh? Just asked myself to fried banana pas already asked me in stupid in.” Sata protest did not accept after sipping his favorite tea.

“Emang fool you already take root, can say hi to earthworm.” Said Jeno back to focus on the game on his phone.

“Basic close rantang!”

“SATA BASTARD?!” Jeno almost slammed her phone on the floor. Sata called him when he was about to win the game. “Gue almost won, pig!”

While Sata was already lying next to Mark. The cowo gave a little distance so that Jeno could not reach him.

“Sori bro pense.” Beo Sata still with his trademark laugh.

“Gue tanya lo!” Sewot Jeno floated a pillow towards Sata.

Sata who does not know the slaughter leads to him suddenly surprised, his tea drinking activity messy wet his white shirt.

“Jeno shit!” Sata growled at Jeno sharply. “This expensive clothes woi.”

“Sori pillow her fly alone,” said Jeno relaxed.

Sata only snorted in annoyance, wiping his white shirt with a wet tissue. Although a little muddled and messy, Sata is the type of person who does not like to get dirty.

Take notes. Sata doesn't like to get dirty.

But, he's a mess.

How'd that mean?

Just ask Sata.

“Btw, lo daritadi thought what the hell Mark?” Jeno looked at Mark behind him, “Her eyes went to tv but his mind was already traveling around the world.”

Sata who was interested in Jeno's discussion also turned his head. Since then, Mark has been staring blankly at the tv.

Since coming home from hanging out Sata and Jeno agreed to stay at Mark's house because the boy's house was quiet. Both of Mark's parents have affairs abroad. In addition, the facilities at Mark's house make Sata very excited.

“Gue has a mission for you.”

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