Trapped In Ambiguity

Falling in Love?

After packing my books in my small backpack, I immediately ran towards the dining table. Mother's soothing face and also the face of courage that belonged to my father welcomed me with a warm greeting there.

"Wow, today we eat fried rice," I said excitedly and began to devour the delicious fried rice made by mother. "Dad, take me to school, please. Devan's gonna be up late, Dad. Usually at this hour, he's already in front of the house screaming indistinctly."

Dad nodded slowly. After cleaning up my food, I grabbed my mother's hand, regretted it, willing to struggle to find knowledge that is very difficult to achieve except with great determination and will. Ok, I'm starting to overdo it.

I saw my mother waving her hand as the car I was driving started to run away from home. That's my family's routine - unless I'm picked up by Devan.

"See you later, Dad," I said after shaking Dad's hand and then rushing down from the car.

I walked into the classroom in the spirit of my morning who could not wait to follow the subjects of physics, my favorite subjects. After all, his teacher was also engrossed in explaining, still young, handsome again. I don't like my teacher, I'm just amazed.

The bell rings indicating the lesson has begun. For me, time went so fast that the second bell rang to signify rest. Without me noticing two hours of that subject had passed. I immediately got out of my chair and walked over to Devan's class, finding out if Devan was going to school today or not.

"Where are you going?" The figure I wanted to meet was suddenly in front of me, like a ghost that had suddenly appeared. But at least the ghost knew when it would appear compared to the man who asked innocently in front of me after making me surprised.

"So you went to your class, because this morning you didn't pick me up. I'm just worried that you're not coming in today, my honest”

"Yes sorry," he scratched his head which I'm sure didn't itch. "My bike suddenly leaked, so I went to the workshop first."

"No problem. Oh yes, help me work the task, again lazy I count.”

“Ck, does it have to be done in school?”

“Come on, I'm very lazy to do it at home, Van.”

Devan breathed deeply and then exhaled. "Okay, okay." Devan walked towards my seat then took my bag, looking for something without my permission.

"Search what?"

"Removed."

"There's in the carry section. There's a little place in the corner. You haven't started writing yet. What's that eraser for?" ask me while watching what he does

"I don't want to use to wipe the hell, just want me to make a toy doang," he replied. "Waitat? what book is this?" he asked me to take the book out of my bag and then bring the cover to me.

"The book is a gift from my father."

"I borrow ya, thank you, I go to class first." Devan picked up the book before even hearing my answer, but how could it fit into my bag? maybe I accidentally put it in this morning. Uh, I haven't read that book, but it was taken by Devan.

"Devan, give me back my book. You haven't even helped me with the task yet" I shouted, I was so lazy to chase after him. He must have turned it around, maybe tomorrow.

Forget about it, the home bell rang four hours later. Devan must have been waiting for me at the gate. I immediately ran to see him after greeting Ms Farah's soft hands.

Wait, that's standing there Devan right? Is there something wrong with my heart right now? My heart beats faster than usual. My eyes were on Devan sitting on his bike in a motorcycle-like style, but the problem was not that, the problem was in my heart. Hi heart, are you okay?

"Where's my book?" maybe I'm in front of him. My heart was rebelling again wanting to get out of its place. It's really sudden.

"I borrow one day, tomorrow I give it back. Okay well? it's a good read." Huaaa, why is she showing her cute face. I don't have a fever, do I?

"Alright."

"Devan." Rasti's cry made us both look over. He was about 10 meters behind me.

"Road up, Dellong."

As soon as I boarded, Devan immediately launched his bike, ignoring Rasti who called him continuously. Sorry, Rasti. Not me, yeah.

Devan then stopped his motorbike in front of the coconut ice seller on the side of the road. It's delicious, drinking coconuts on a hot day like this. The weather is really supportive.

"Totally tired," I complained.

"What tired? aren't you crazy about studying?" cynical Devan.

"Ck, I'm going on a vacation, to the mountains or not to the beach."

"May, I haven't been to the beach this year. When are you going?"

"Tomorrow the day after tomorrow, how?"

Not yet able to answer my question, our vision turned to a small child who was chased by a middle-aged woman who used a negligee while carrying a broomstick. The woman's mouth continues to babble, while the child is pursued, instead of fearing he even turned back against.

My eyes and Devan met each other, fixated, without a word we both immediately laughed out loud. Well, that's very funny, my God. "Do you see the expression of the boy?" devan asked, although his laughter did not stop.

"OMG, help me stop this laughter."

"My humour is very good, huahahaha."

"Mass? mba?" call the ice-coconut seller so we both try to keep quiet. My stomach is tired from laughing. “This is his sheep.”

"Eh? Yes, thank you."

I spent my afternoon in this place with Devan, talking about humor, youtuber, anything, even our friends have become a hot topic today.

"Buy five for whom?" I asked when I saw her carrying three bags of coconut ice.

"For mom, daddy, dad, mom, and Mesya."

Devan returns on his bike, defending the dense city of my homeland. This road is never empty of vehicles that pass either way to where. Although many vehicles, the air here is still quite clean from pollution. There are still many trees planted on the side of the road.

"Wouldn't stop by?" I bargained when we arrived in front of my house.

"Normally not nawarin, even in the eviction,” cynical. “Now, just send greetings to the father of the same mother,” he said while handing the plastic bag to me

I nodded, then walked into the house. I saw my mom and dad watching TV as a couple of teenagers in the cinema. Father embraces the mother and mother rests her head on the shoulder of the father. So sweet really.

"Tumben's home late?" My father looked at me, and so did my mother.

"So stop eating coconut ice. Oh yes, this is from Devan, he also tipped greetings because he could not stop. I'll go to the room first, Dad, Mommy. Tired," I said while giving a seat from Devan.

I opened the door to my room and immediately threw myself in the bed. If you remember, today Devan is sweet too, the tumbens he treat, not to mention when he was so handsome in front of the gate earlier. I just realized that his sweet, cute, and handsome face was gone.

"Why am I thinking about it? I forgot about that."

Actually, my sleep time was too late, so I decided just to play social media. I stared at the clock on the wall of my room, apparently it was five o'clock. I immediately woke up from the pleasure of lying down and immediately changed clothes. I heard Mother's scream and immediately ran after her.

"What's up, Bun?"

"Help to cook." Mother then gave me chili, onions, and other ingredients to slice.

I began to do the job carefully, afraid that my hand would hurt. Once my hand was injured by being sliced by a knife and traumatized me from holding a knife for a week.

"What are you doing?"

Devan? since when was he in front of me? Looked at me with an attentive look. He was holding his head with both hands on the table while showing me his sweetest smile.

"Oh," my reflexes as I felt my hand go pedis, slashed with a knife, again, for the second time.

"What's the matter, Cil?" ask mother.

"Where's devan?"

"Devan?" ask mom with a curious face. "There's no Devan here. Forget it, go treat your wounds, let your mother continue this."

I washed my wounds with water to temporarily stop the blood, coated the tissue so that the blood would not fall to the floor and took the p3k box beside the television.

"What's up with your hand, Cil?" ask dad. He walked up to me sitting on the floor "Here, help me." Dad took my hand gently.

"Other times be careful, yeah. Just focus on what you're doing, especially when you're dealing with a knife," Devan's advice made me smile, out of nowhere he showed up, but he helped me treat my hand.

"Cil?" that call changed the figure of Devan that I had seen to be my father. "Why are you smiling? dreamy too." Dad chuckles.

"Eh? Daddy's? since when is dad here?" reflexes said. Again.

Wait, the Devan I saw was just my imagination? but it looks like it's real. It was as if he was really in front of me. It's halu, Pricilia. Malize. I really imagined that Devan was in front of me. I may not still be dreaming. I pinched my cheek and felt pain. This isn't a dream. But how can my imagination create something that really looks like real.

"Oi? You're not possessed, are you?" dad asked, holding both my cheeks and wiggling my head right and left, rocking, yeah.So that's the song that suddenly came to my mind.

"Dad, you're making me dizzy," I complained, “I'm fine, Dad?"

"Then what are you daydreaming about?" Dad teased me, more precisely mocking me.

"That's it." I stood up, headed for my room before being interrogated by Father. I can guess how Dad reacted when I told him. I will definitely be in his bully until he is completely satisfied.

Is this what it's like to fall in love?