Trapped In Ambiguity

In love?

After packing my books, I headed to the dinner table for breakfast. Mother's soothing face and also the face full of warmth that belongs to Dad is waiting for me there.

"Wow, today we eat nasgor" I said excitedly. "Dad, take me to school, Dad. Devan's gonna be up late, Dad. Usually at this hour, he's already in front of the house calling unclear."

"Yes-yes father of anterin."

After eating, I shook Mother's hand, willing to struggle to find knowledge that is very difficult to reach. ok, I started alay.

***

"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, the teacher is also cool when it is clear, still young, handsome too. I don't like my teachers, I'm just amazed.

The bell rang indicating the lesson had begun, a few hours later the second bell rang indicating the break.

I'm going to Devan's class, find out if Devan's going to school today or not. I started walking out of the classroom until I found her standing in front of my classroom door.

"Where are you going?" tanyakanya.

"So you went to your class, because this morning you didn't pick me up. I'm afraid you're not going in today."

"Yes sorry," he scratched his head which I'm sure didn't itch. "My bike suddenly leaked, so I didn't get to pick you up."

"No problem. Oh yeah, help me do chores gih, I'm so lazy to count."

"Okay, okay." Devan walked to my stool and then took my bag, looking for something without my permission.

"Search what?"

"Removed."

"There's at the bottom, and you haven't started writing yet. What's that eraser for?" ask me while watching what he does

"I don't want to delete it anyway, just want me to play doang," he replied. "Waitat? what book is this?" tanyanya took the book from my bag and then showed it to me.

"The book is a gift from my father."

"I borrowed well, thank you, I went 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. Huft.

"Devan, turn in my book" I cried, I was so lazy to chase after him.

Forget about it, the home bell rang four hours later. Devan must have been waiting for me at the gate as usual.

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 the style of a motorcycle boy, but the problem was not there, the problem was in my heart that was racing faster for no reason. Hi heart, are you okay?

"Where's my book?" maybe I'm in front of him.

"Guarantee me one day, tomorrow I turn. Okay well? it's a good read."

"Alright." I nodded resignedly.

"Devaaan." Rasti's cry of bells made us both turn our heads.

"Road up, Dellong."

As soon as I boarded, Devan immediately launched his bike, ignoring Rasti who called him continuously.

Devan stops his bike in front of the roadside coconut ice vendor. It's delicious, drink coconut during the hot day gini. The weather is really supportive.

"Totally tired," I complained.

"What tired? aren't you crazy about studying?"

"Ck, I really want a vacation, to the mountain or not to the beach."

"By the way, I've never been to a mountain. When are you going?"

"Tomorrow, how?"

Devan had no time to answer my question, our eyesight was brightened on the little boy who was chased by a middle-aged woman who used a negligee while carrying a broomstick, the woman's mouth continued to babble, while the child, who was, not afraid that he was actually back to volunteering.

I then looked Devan in the eyes, 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.

"wkwk, I'm more focused on her mom's face." I said. My stomach started to hurt from laughing.

"My humour is very good, huahahaha."

"Mass? mba?" call that ice-coconut salesman so that makes me stop laughing. "This is the weather."

"Yes, yes, thank you."

"Drink gini during the day very soon."

After the coconut ice ran out, Devan went to pay for it, while I waited on the bike.

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

"For mama, papa, father, mother, and also Mesya."

Devan returns on his bike, defending the dense city of my homeland. This road is never empty of vehicles that do not go anywhere. Although many vehicles, the air here is still quite clean from pollution.

"Aren't you going to stop by?" I asked when we arrived in front of my house.

"No, greetings to Mother and Father."

I nodded, then walked into the house, "Assalamualaykum, Father, Mother," I said as I watched the two of them watching TV as a couple of teenagers in the cinema.

"Waalaykumsalam, old tumben home?" Dad looked at me.

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

"Why do I think about it so much? I forgot about that."

I got up and changed my school clothes, then rushed to meet the Mother who called me. I saw a wall clock at a glance, apparently it was five in the afternoon. I seem to have fallen asleep earlier.

"What's up, Bund?"

"Help you cook, gih." 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. Devan is handsome and his smile is so sweet.

"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 Mommy.

"Where's devan?"

"Devan?" ask Mother curious. "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?" dad asked me when he was working in front of a laptop. "Here, I help you." 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 treated my hand.

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

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

Wait, the Devan I saw was just my imagination? but it looks like it's real. This is halu, Pricilia, halu. I really imagined that Devan was in front of me.

"Oi? You're not possessed, are you?" father asked, holding my cheek and shaking my head.

"Dad, you're making me dizzy" I complained, "i'm okay, Dad?"

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

"No, no one, Dad." I stood up, headed for my room before being interrogated more deeply by Father. I can guess how Dad reacted when I told him.

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