There's Mars in the Parish Heart Room

Part 17's

After three weeks of unconsciousness and two weeks of recovery, Parish was allowed by Steve's doctor to go home.

The first day at home, he immediately thought about how to keep his distance from Marsha.

"how am I supposed to be so ordinary with Brother Marsha ?" ask Parish to Starla.

Starla looked in shock. But Parish is indifferent while playing her beloved teddy bear.

"you don't like it anymore ?" ask Starla.

Parish shrugged his shoulders.

"are you sure ?!"

Parish nodded.

"remember the stars, father's marriage was not canceled but postponed. They will soon rearrange their plans. I still have time with my feelings. I'm selfish" Parish explained.

There was a heavy sense of getting the words out just now.

"but it seems like brother Marsha likes you Rish" said Starla.

"i don't know, but her closeness all this time scared me even more. I fear that I will impose my will"

"but if my opinion is correct, he has a heart for you"

Parish.

"no ah, brother Marsha is good. Maybe it's just because I'm gonna be his sister" he denies.

In his heart if Marsha really likes him, his love is reciprocated. She's the happiest woman. But he doesn't want to be selfish. Her father's marriage was planned.

"so what's your decision ?" ask Starla.

"i'm sleepy, I'm in-law, I'm going to sleep" Parish said, closing her eyes.

Starla shakes her head, Parish is avoiding her question.

*

"Key, what's the schedule for today ?" ask Spanish to Kesya his secretary.

"no master, this morning only one meeting just now" Kesya replied as she looked at her pad.

"alright, put my schedule on. This afternoon I went to the college where I was mentoring my sister's therapy. Please remind me" pinta Spanish.

"well, sir, it's lunch time. Do you want me to order some food ?" ask Kesya.

"no need, I'll just eat at home and pick up my girlfriend. Thanks Key"

"sama-sama sir. Excuse me" Kesha came out of the Spanish room.

She remembered. He's one guidance with Marsha, if Marsha doesn't want to come to campus. He immediately rushed to the workshop.

"Mars, you're not going to college ?" ask Spanish.

"i have sent the results of the repair via email" replied Marsha.

"you made me wrong. I made a deal with Starla to take her to college as I mentored" Spanish patted her on the eel.

"ciee. All of you look at junior meteors" Marsha said.

Marsha and Spanish are now again junior selection periods for team regeneration. Because considering they already want to graduate from campus, so they want to make sure their pride team continues to survive.

"haaaaa. I have a good idea, how about you who accompany Parish therapy" pointed Spanish.

Marsha looked at him, in her heart seemed to be filled with roses of various colors heard the name Parish called.

"yes at 4 this afternoon. I'm afraid I'm so busy" Spanish blinked his eyes.

"baiklaaaaahhhh I know what you mean" Marsha replied with a slightly contrived accent.

"thank you my best friend" Spanish punched Marsha softly on the shoulder.

"one more, you go in an office car. I'll ask Kesha to prepare it" continued Spanish.

"okay boss" said Marsha.

"Marsssss... I'm not your boss !" Spanish reaffirms.

Marsha smiled as she gave her thumb.

Spanish is too.

*

Spanish knocked on Parish's room door. He knows Starla's inside.

Starla opens the room door. He was already preparing to leave for the campus with the Spanish.

"Which parish ?" asked Spanish a little peek inside.

"he had gone to sleep after eating and taking medicine" Starla replied.

"let's accompany me to eat first and then we go to college" Spanish asked.

Starla nodded as she closed the door to Parish's room.

*

After lunch together, they headed to college. Spanish made an appointment with his lecturer about three o'clock past twenty minutes.

While Starla came for a lecture and all delivered the tasks of Parish in lieu of her presence.

"i immediately in the lecturer's room" said Spanish.

"yes, don't forget the Parish of therapy" Starla reminded.

"just relax, I've asked Marsha to accompany Parish" Spanish blinked her eyes.

"what ??" Starla surprise.

Spanish stopped his steps.

"Parish wants to avoid Marsha's sister" Starla explained.

The Spanish looked at him not understanding.

"Parish wants happiness for Mark" said Starla.

"already, if that's Parish's decision. We'll let him finish" Spanish holds Starla's shoulder.

Starla nodded.

*

Parish prepares for memory therapy at the hospital. From last night, the doctor sent a message to remind him.

His father had also called him so he reminded the Spanish to accompany him. But until now it has not come.

He's waiting for the Spanish in the kitchen minibar with Lesly's aunt.

Auncle Tom is with me to finish his job. The father's private driver who served as his secretary, Alex, is ill. So I asked Tom to take care of his needs.

"auncle's still a long time ago ya aunty ?" ask Parish.

"until the big master finishes, miss. if you want, then aunty tell Tobby or Rome to deliver" said aunty.

"no, I'll just wait for my sister" Parish said.

Suddenly a phone call came.

Aunty Lesly picked up immediately. Rome's voice sounded.

"ooo alright. Take her in, we're in the kitchen" replied Lesly aunty.

Parish frowned.

"who picked up the lady has come" said aunty Lesly.

Parish. His brother should go straight in, this is why he should phone first.

"aunty afternoon" said Marsha.

Parish.

How Marsha got here. Maybe he came to pick me up. Think Parish.

"young lord Marsha's afternoon" said aunty politely.

"don't call me lord aunty, call me Marsha" Marsha smiled.

Parish was amazed to see that smile. How not, it was a smile that for years made her sleep soundly. Yes he dreamed it.

"i was asked by Spanish to accompany Parish on therapy" Marsha said.

"where's Spanish brother ?" ask Parish.

"he's still on campus" Marsha replied.

"all right, I go first aunty" said Parish.

Marsha also said goodbye to Lesly aunty.

Parish first followed Marsha behind him.

Marsha opens the car door and lets Parish in.

Parish saw the whole car. He knew it was definitely not Aunt Jade's car. Whose car is this.

"Spanish told me to use an office car" explained Marsha as if she knew Parish asked in her heart about the car she was wearing.

Parish nodded. He turned his face to his left window.

Why when it is steady want to keep the distance, always be given trials like this. Fizz Parish in the heart.

He knows his weakness, Marsha's charm.

Along the way Marsha and Parish are quiet. They were awkward like people who had just met. Marsha occasionally turned her head but Parish still set her sights in another direction.

They also arrived.

They're headed straight for Steve's doctor's office. Marsha actually wanted to wait outside but Steve's doctor told her to come in. Parish can't complain, he just let Marsha come inside.

*

Doctor Steve told Parish to lie on the bed. He then turned the classical piano. He said, this used to be music that Parish often played. This is one of the relics of the late Chrissy Mc. Milan, Parish's mother.

Doctor Steve told me that Parish's mother was a talented pianist. He wanted to put his talent down on Parish but it seemed like Parish's choice fell into painting. But Parish did not want to disappoint her mother, so she decided to take two classes at an art school.

Marsha hears carefully the story of Doctor Steve. Yes, art school. Where he knew Parish.

Parish closed her eyes. I don't know what's going on. He whimpers in pain. But he could not hold his head because both of his hands were stiff. Then the shadow appeared.

"a boy, he was always around me. I don't know who he is. He disappeared. ahhhhhhhh sakiiiiiiitttt sick o doctor... " Parish moved to the left right and stomped his body while holding his head.

Marsha could not bear to see the state of Parish. He wanted to get closer so he could hold hands and wipe Parish's head. He wanted to take that pain. Marsha stared at the pain. He could only sit on the sofa.

"calm down Rish. You calm down and open your eyes slowly" doctor Steve directed.

Parish took a slow breath and then slowly opened her eyes.

*

Doctor Steve sat at his desk.

Parish and Marsha sat opposite him.

"who's that Rish guy ?" ask Doctor Steve.

Parish shook weakly.

"i don't remember the doctor, he's appeared in my memory twice" Parish said.

"when was the last time you went to North RedRose ?" ask doctor Steve.

"i haven't been there in a long time doc. Last visit to mother's grave" Parish replied.

"the other place ?" ask doctor Steve.

"nothing, my father and brother took me home"

Doctor Steve nodded.

He will arrange for the next therapy. He'll talk to Parish's father first.

"good for the doctor. Parish go home first" said Parish.

Doctor Steve nodded. He's holding Parish's head.

"you must be healed" he said.

"Parish hopes as soon as possible to see a doctor" Parish said.

"send him home to Mars" said Steve's doctor.

"yes doc, it's my responsibility" said Marsha.

*

"do you want some ice cream first ?" bargain Marsha on her way home.

Parish. She had no taste for ice cream, but it was one of her favorites.

"i want to go home" answered Parish.

Marsha had no intention of forcing. Maybe Parish is tired. Her thought.

He focused on driving the car to get to Mc's house. Milanese.

*

Marsha's car enters Mc's yard. Milanese.

Parish was about to go down and open the door, but Marsha prevented him. He rushes down, circles the car and opens the door for Parish.

"thank you" said Parish.

"sama-sama. rest" said Marsha.

Parish just nodded with a smile.

"Rish.. may I...."

"what brother ?" ask Parish curiously.

"can I text you or call you ?" ask Marsha carefully.

Parish's heart was beating fast.

What is this, is this a dream ?! I don't wanna wake up. Parish said in his heart. But this is not a dream, Marsha rightly asked permission to contact him.

Had it been, Parish could have refused but her heart did not give her a chance at it. Finally Parish nodded.

His mind had been defeated by his heart. Want as hard as he keeps his distance from Marsha, avoids, even ignores her.

"until later brother Marsha" Parish said, turning into the house.

"until Parish" said Marsha looking at Parish who disappeared behind the door of the house.

Marsha smiled happily.

With a hurry he got into the car and drove to the Mc automotive company. Milan are managed by Spanish Mc. Milan, best friend.

Marsha was about to pick up the bike she left there and go home.

In Marsha's mind already crossed beautiful sentences that will open a conversation via mobile phone with Parish.

"love you Rose"

***