Trapped In Ambiguity
What is Love?
“Cil, go to the bookstore, don't you?" the screams of my father who made me - who used to play games in the room - ran straight to see him, not caring about my phone that I threw into my bed earlier. I really like the bookstore and the good news again, Dad brought me this time. That way I can freely buy books without having to consider the price of the book.
"Come, Father" I said, standing before my father with my sweetest smile. Prepare to leave.
"You want to go in clothes like that? later people even thought you were dad's maid." Dad laughed out loud, looking so satisfied to laugh at his son who only wears a big grey t-shirt.
"5 minutes, Dad," I said, revealing my palm with my fingers open. I ran back to my room, changing into a pink hoodie and black jeans. My long hair I let unravel in front of my chest. I looked once again at my appearance in the mirror to make sure there was nothing strange this time, except for my acne that had appeared in the middle of my nose since coming home from the hill that day.
I immediately met the father who was waiting for me in the car. But in fact, he was busy sleeping on the sofa with the TV left on.
"Dad," called me while shaking her body slowly to get her up.
"Hm"
"Dad, let's go!"
"Drowsy father, want to sleep," Father replied in a lazy voice.
"Ayaaaaah, huaaaaa, ayaaaaaaaahh, I'm ready, let's go, hiks.”
"Lazy, Cil."
"Ayaaaaah.” I let out a rough sigh and walked towards returning to my room.
"Hi, Cil, don't you go, do you?" father's tease makes me feel upset.
"Ngga ah, crashing,” ketusku.
"Yes already," replied the father who also followed ketus.
"Dad, instead of being persuaded, follow along, huh" I muttered as I walked back towards Dad.
"Here you go, don't be angry little daddy's daughter. " Dad ruffled my hair and grabbed me while walking towards the car. "Mother, we want to go to the bookstore," said the father in reply mother with the word ‘iya’. Really short, solid and clear.
This trip really feels far when the bookstore and my house are only 1.5 km away. But I can't wait to smell the fragrant books that have just been neatly arranged on the bookshelf or just see how beautiful a room filled with books is.
Dad stopped his car indicating that we had arrived. I stared at my favorite bookstore, a bookstore that I thought was part of my life, ever.
"Oi, just want to see it from the outside?" call the father who made me realize and immediately ran after him who was already at the door of this store.
"Adel?" the call made me look at the cashier's desk.
"Eh? Brother Amran? Since when did you come home from America?" my ask is so enthusiastic.
Mr. Amran, he's the son of the owner of this bookstore, went to college in America on a scholarship. Really, he's very smart. The first time I knew him was when he helped me find a book - I forgot the title of the book - 2 years ago. What about the face? He has mature tanned skin. She's sweet too. Every time he smiles, we smile with him. His body was tall, not too thin, and also his sturdy stature.
"Yesterday the day after. How's school?"
"Uhuk." Father's voice made me and Arman's brother turn to him. I looked at my father with a giggling laugh for ignoring him earlier.
"Dad, this is Kak Amran, the son of the owner of this store and Kak, this is my father who I love very much," I said to introduce each other. "My school's good. Oh yeah, I'm gonna go find a book first, I'll see you later, brother."
“It's nice to meet you, Amran.”
I walked with my dad down every shelf of books, looking for any books that caught my eye. I stopped when I saw the white-coated book by bang Tere Liye.
"About love?" asked Dad who was standing behind me to make me jerk in surprise. "The books are good, just buy them," Dad continued.
"Of course I'm going to buy it, Dad, even without my father telling me," I cheered.
We walked back, down those bookshelves. "Paw. This book is for you, a gift from Dad." Dad gave me a gray-coated book. I looked at the book. The title is interesting to read.
"What's this book about, Dad?"
"You'll know it when you read it."
Dad walked back, left me, went from one shelf to another, looking for the books he needed. I walked tailing behind dad while ‘wash eyes’. My father also loved to read books, and it was because of his habits that declined to me at this time.
"Have, Cil?"
I nodded and brought the three books in my hand to the cashier, while Dad? He bought five books. After paying for everything, Dad took me out for ice cream at a nearby mall - I didn't really like ice cream.
"Dad? Do you know what love is?" my question suddenly broke the silence created. Dad was also busy with his cell phone, probably because of work.
"Love?" Dad seemed to think then put his phone on the table. "Maybe when you meet someone who excites you? you want to spend your days with him, sharing things or something. The definition of love for a father is complicated. Even at this age of father, father has not really understood about love, how love works or how love is able to change a person's behavior.” Dad took a short pause, “why are you asking like that?"
"I'm just curious, Dad. Sometimes my classmate, that Rasti, Well, come in class, out of break all of a sudden saying 'OMG, I'm always in love with Bebeb Devan'" my words seemed to follow Rasti's expression at that time.
You laugh in front of me, laugh at what? I don't know. Even though my father is old, he still keeps the image in public places. If only I had told him at home, he would have laughed out loud.
"Finally it's coming" I said happily when I saw the strawberry-flavored pink ice cream. I can't wait to gobble it up and enjoy how soft the texture of the ice cream is when it comes in contact with my tongue.
"Eh, Dad?" The familiar voice in my ear made the ice cream that was just about to enter my mouth stop moving.
"Devan? Want to eat too?"
"If father nawarin, I can not refuse," he said calmly.
"If you weren't even nawarin, you would still be eating" I said without looking at him. I prefer to look at the ice cream in front of me and devour it. Huaaa, who created this particular meal?
"You just eat, sit with the calm there, yes, do not need to lose it, then the ice cream taste so bad," said Devan as he pulled a chair and sat beside me.
"Bacot,” hissiku while looking at him sharply.
"Ayaaaaah, your son wants to kill me with his gaze, Ayaaaaah, help me ayaahh." Well, Devan's childish nature appears, just look, really annoying. Like a child who complains with his parents for being bullied.
"Lu can be quiet anyway? Look at! ears I can bud." I pointed my ear and showed it to Devan.
"Ih, your ears are many tai," said Devan disgusted.
"Gw just had a match yesterday" I said. "Lu want all of you to match your ears so that your eardrums break? wanna?" my threat.
“Ayaaaaah.” Devan complained again. Substantial.
"After all, you two are like little children, I am no longer strong enough to hold back laughter. Buahuwahuawa." Father's laughter exploded, making him no longer look cool, even the other visitors stared at us with a difficult gaze to understand. Some are surprised, some want to laugh, some are bodo very and worse expression uncomfortable. But who cares? Devan and I laughed with my father because of the sound of laughter that seemed to tickle my stomach, and maybe Devan too.
"Oh yeah, Devan. How are you doing with Rasti?" said the father who tried to stop his laughter and also made Devan speechless, but instead made me laugh even more.
"Devan, I love you, too" I told Rasti, who managed to make Devan a sour face.
"Cil." Dad's call made me stop laughing and turn to look at Dad. "You smell gas that's just gonna blow up again, don't you?"
I'm thinking. It took me three seconds to understand that Dad was talking about Devan. Of course, it makes me laugh more. Devan's face began to turn red, either because he wanted to be angry or even embarrassed.
"Stop it" said Devan.
"Okay, okay, I quit" I said, trying to stop the laughter. "Okay, I've." I saw my father who had stopped laughing.
"Devan, do you want to ask?" Dad looked seriously at Devan's face.
"What, Dad?" reply Devan who also took it seriously.
"Why don't you like Rasti?" ask me as if I were interrogating Devan.
"Dad, who would love a man who is excessive in love, he is much better, father. After all, some people sometimes hate people who chase after them. And also on the contrary fighting desperately for the person he loves," explained Devan
"I agree with you" I said.
“Indeed you've been in love?” ledek Devan's.
Au paused for a moment, thinking, but did not find the right answer. I don't even understand the definition of love itself. “Absolutely you ever?” sindirku.
“Pernah” answers indifferently.
“With whom?”
"Adel.” That voice made me look up, "Eh? Bebeb Devan is here too?"
I say hello back to Rasti. I don't know why I met two of my friends at the same place at the same time. This is a coincidence. I turned to look at Devan who suddenly became silent and was busy enjoying my ice cream. Eh since when did Devan take my ice cream? I just ate it two spoons. I took my ice cream back from her and turned, turned back to her, enjoying how good the food called ice cream was. Btw, is ice cream a food or a drink?
Forget it, it seems Devan is in trouble.
