There's Mars in the Parish Heart Room

Part 9's

Starla sits on the sofa.

He looked at the Spanish who had from earlier noticed the nurse taking care of Parish who was still unconscious.

He knows for sure that his girlfriend is a good and perfect sister figure for Parish. Spanish loves his sister and is even more concerned with his sister than his personal life.

Starla feels very lucky because Parish is her best friend. So he does not need to feel forgotten, because for him Parish is his friend and brother in this city.

He then remembers first getting to know Parish during a freshman debriefing. He had just moved, had no friends, and did not know the city.

Parish approached him and invited him to be friends. Parish also took the time to accompany him to get to know this city. Since then they have not been separated like twins. They are always together and exchange stories.

*

That time..

"hi. I'm Parish Mc. Milan"

Starla, who was chewing her lunch, turned her head.

This is the perfect girl who gets special treatment from the committee. Comes in the heart.

How not. Although it was about fifteen minutes late, but he did not get the punishment. He was even left to sit down.

"sorry, I'm Starla" Starla extended her hand.

He realized long ago leaving Parish's hands unshaken.

"can I sit here ?" tanyakanya.

Starla nodded.

He shifted his body slightly so that there was room for Parish to sit on that bench.

"luncheon you teased me. I love fried noodles with beef-eye eggs plus vegetables stir-fried carrots and chickpeas" while glancing at Starla's lunch box.

"do you want to ? just take it" Starla bargained.

Parish shook her head slowly.

"your mother has made a special for you, eh even you share. Is it okay ?" parish.

"it's okay, it can be. You must have made your mother, too, but why don't you taste it ?" starla asked, looking at the contents of Parish's food box.

White rice, fried sambal ati cow, vegetable soup and corn parchment.

"it's not my mother's but lesly's aunty. I'm grateful that Aunty has prepared me. I just miss my mom's cooking. My sister said my mother always cooked for us even though there was aunty"

"where are you mom ?" ask Starla.

"my mother died in an accident. Already.why do we become sad like this" Parish melap tears that began to come out in the corner of his eyes.

Starla then moved some of her food to Parish's box.

"but Star.." prevent Parish.

"from now on, my mama's cooking will be your food as well. So you can taste the cuisine made by your mother just like your mother's cooking. Think of it that way" said Starla while smiling.

"thank you" said Parish"

*

"Parish you need anything ?" ask the long-haired girl, the sister of the committee who came with the girls her group.

Parish looked at them one by one. They were all acting familiar with him. Makes him feel uncomfortable because he gets a cynical view of his fellow freshmen.

Starla looked at Parish. He's getting curious, who Parish really is. All the committee was good to him. Not behaving as fiercely as they are.

"sorry brother, I don't need anything" Parish replied politely.

"you must be thirsty ?" ask one of them.

"i brought some water" Parish showed me the bottle.

"all right, if you need anything, tell us" said the girl in the red shirt covered in an alma mater jacket.

"yes, brother" said Parish, nodding.

They all left.

Parish breathed. How to get away from her sister's fans. They all really wanted to show concern for the Spanish to respect them. But they don't know if they want any attitude, Spanish will still be like that because Spanish is not interested in girls who seek attention.

"why are all the good organizers the same as you ?" ask Starla.

"my brother's a senior at this college. He's a Meteorclub footballer. And they were all my sister's fans" whispered Parish, she pressed the fans' words while whispering that no one would hear.

They will be offended.

Starla mangut's. He understands now.

"already, just ignore it. Spanish sister also said that if she was just being friendly, there was no feeling for them all" Parish said while continuing her lunch.

"Hmmm did you see the girl wearing the red shirt ?"

Starla nodded.

"His name is Carmella, she very often comes to Spanish matches. He also always comes home to just bring me ice cream" continued Parish.

Parish.

"thank you. I take it as a real compliment" Parish smiled.

"really" Starla emphasized her opinion.

"sister Spanish said he was the most handsome on campus, but if I think that this morning was more handsome" Parish smiled while remembering something.

Starla.

"which one ?" ask Starla.

"he's the one who drove me to the briefing room. I was rough, so it was too late" Parish explained.

Starla muttered, she understood now. That it was not all Parish wanted to come late for the briefing but because he did not know where the briefing room was. Just like he was looking here and there.

"later I'll know you as Spanish. She's nice, think of it as her own sister" Parish smiled.

Starla nodded.

They also continued the delayed lunch due to the arrival of Carmella and her gank.

The two of them sped up the meal a bit, as soon as they entered the second session material.

*

Tok tok !

Spanish and Starla turned towards the door.

Door opens.

Marsha enters while greeting Spanish and Starla. Starla looked at Spanish as if to code that it was time.

"how's Parish doing ?" ask Marsha.

His gaze was fixed on Parish who was lying there accompanied by a nurse.

"there is still no reaction. We have not been allowed to go there" Spanish replied.

"i'm sorry Nish" said Marsha, his gaze looking soft.

Spanish patted his best friend's shoulder.

"you don't have to feel that way. What we think of now is the recovery of Parish" said Spanish sage.

Marsha nodded.

"sister, I want to go home first" Starla said.

Spanish manyun, she doesn't take Starla's calls to her.

"sorry, I want to go home first. To take a shower, clean up and come back" Starla calls her.

Marsha standing next to Spanish smiled at her best friend.

"so have you called ay ?!" he said punching Spanish shoulders slowly.

Spanish blushed while scratching his non-itchy head.

"feeled indeed" the Spanish blinked his eyes.

Marsha mangut agreed. He pointed his two thumbs towards Spanish.

"i'm with you." said Spanish.

"Parish how ?" ask Starla.

The Spanish looked at Marsha as if asking for something.

And Marsha understands that code.

"i'll be guarding Parish" Marsha replied without waiting for the Spanish to ask her.

"thank you Mars, you are the best. Oh yeah, dad might be a long time coming because suddenly to morningbay. You don't mind if I take a little while" Spanish smiled meaningfully at Marsha.

"yes I understand" said Marsha, nodding.

"thank you..." Spanish smile.

Soon they both agreed.

*

Spanish and Starla stand behind the door that has not been closed perfectly. They peek at Marsha who is still looking at Parish from behind a glass barrier.

"may our plan succeed. Parish wakes up" said Spanish.

Starla grabbed the Spanish hand and grasped it tightly.

"trust everything to brother Marsha. I'm sure Parish will feel Marsha's presence there"

Spanish nodded. Starla invites him to leave and hopes to get good news from Marsha soon.

***