Trapped In Ambiguity

What is Love?

"Cil, go to the bookstore, right?" yelling dad who made me run to see him, I really like the bookstore and dad who invited me this time, so I can be free to buy books without having to consider my money.

"Come, father" I said, standing before my father with my sweetest smile.

"You want to go in clothes like that? later people even thought you were dad's maid." Father laughed out loud, content to laugh at his son who only wore purple negligee clothes.

"5 minutes, dad" I ran back to my room, dressed me in a pink hoodie and black jeans. I looked back at my appearance in the mirror to make sure nothing was strange. My long hair I let unravel in front of my chest.

I went back to my father who was asleep on the couch comfortably. "Dad," called me while shaking her body slowly to get her up.

"hm"

"Dad, let's go."

"Father sleepy," Father replied in a lazy voice.

"Ayaahhhhhh, huaaaaa, ayaaaahhhhhhhh, I'm ready, let's go, torch." I said as if I were crying.

"lazy, Cil."

"Yeahhhh." I let out a rough sigh and walked towards the back of my room.

"hey, cil? don't be struggling," call dad suddenly with his voice that irritates me.

"No ah, I'm lashing."

"Yaudah," replied Father Cuek.

"Well, if I'm talking to dong, ishh," I said as I walked back to Dad.

"Here you go, don't be angry little daddy's daughter. " Dad grabbed me while heading for the car. "Mother, we're going to the bookstore," said the father who was also in the mother's reply with the words, "be careful, hanyy."

It feels like this trip has been so long, though, I can no longer 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, in front of my favorite bookstore, a bookstore that I had considered to be my home, ever.

"Do you just look from the outside?" Dad's question made me realize and immediately ran after Dad who was at the entrance.

"Pricilia?" the call made me look at the cashier's desk.

"Eh? The amran? Since when did you come back from America?" my ask is so enthusiastic.

Amran, the son of the bookstore owner, went to Australia on a scholarship. Really, he's very smart. He first met when he helped me find a book called Lord of the Ring, 2 years ago. What about the face? black, but she is sweet. 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 turned to him.

"Dad, this is Amran, the son of the owner of this store and Amran, this is my father who I love so much," I said to introduce each other. "My school's good. Oh yeah, I'm gonna go find a book first, see you later, Ran."

I walked with Dad down every shelf of books, looking for any book 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 book is good, just buy it" Dad continued.

"Of course I'll buy it, Dad, even without Dad telling me, anyway" I chuckled.

We walked back, down those bookshelves. "Paw. This book is for you, a gift from Dad." My father gave me a book called Option B Facing Adversity Building Resilience and Finding Joy by Sheryl Sandberg

"What's this book about, Dad?"

"You'll know it when you read it."

Dad walked back, heading from one shelf to another, looking for the books he needed. My father also loved to read books, and it was because of his habits that declined to me at this time.

"Have, Cil?"

While waiting, I read the book About Love that I had bought, more precisely the father who bought it for me.

"Dad? Do you know what love is?" my question suddenly broke the silence created, Dad was also from earlier busy with his cellphone, maybe because of work.

"Love?" Dad seemed to think. "Maybe when you meet someone who excites you? you want to spend your days with him, share things or I don't know. The definition of love for a father is complicated. Even at the age of fathers today, fathers do not really understand about love, how love works or how love is able to change a person's behavior. Why are you asking like that?"

"I'm just curious, Dad. Sometimes my classmate, Si Rasti well, entered the class at the end of the break suddenly just said 'OMG, I fell in love with bebeb Devan'" I said as if following 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 jaim with the surrounding environment. If only I had told him at home, he would have laughed out loud.

"yeay, it's coming" I said happily when I saw the strawbery-flavored pink ice cream. I can't wait to devour it.

"Eh, Dad?" The familiar voice in my ear made the scoop of ice cream that was just about to enter my mouth stop moving.

"Devan? Want to eat too?"

"If Dad nawarin, I can not refuse," he said calmly.

"If you're not even nawarin, you're sure to keep eating," I said judes without looking at him, my ice cream is more interesting to look at than his face.

"You just eat, sit quietly there well, don't lose your breath, then the ice cream taste is not good" said Devan as he pulled a chair and sat beside me.

"Dissolvent." I looked at him sharply.

"Ayaaaahh, your son wants to kill me with his gaze, ayaaahhh, help me ayaahh." Well, Devan's childish nature appears, just look, really annoying. Really like a child who complains with his parents for being bullied.

"Lu can't be quiet? Look at! ears I can bud." I pointed my ear and showed it to Devan.

"Ihh, 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.

"yeah." Again Devan complained, basic.

"Already, you two are like little children, I'm not strong enough to laugh father. Buahuwahuawa." Father's laughter exploded, making him no longer look jaim, even other visitors stared at us. But who cares? Devan and I also laughed with Dad because the sound of Dad's laughter was like baiting us to follow him.

"Oh yeah, Devan. How are you doing with Rasti?" father's words made Devan speechless, but it made me laugh even more.

"Devaann, I love you" said I memodikan Rasti who managed to make Devan create a sour face.

"Cil." Dad's call made me stop laughing and turn to look at Dad. "You smell the scent of gas that's just going to explode, don't you?"

I seem to think. 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?"

"Why don't you like Rasti?" ask me as if I'm introgating 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 him and even fight desperately for the person he loves" Devan explained

"I agree with you" I said.

"Adel," the call made me turn, "Eh? Bebeb Devan is here too?"

It's gonna be a bad day for Devan