Unforgettables

Punishment 1

"Thank you for cutting me."

"Of Bal, you are rich because of Fika. So don't thank me that."

"But I want to thank you."

"No Bal, rich to whom."

"Fix,"

"Hem?"

"Gue wants to take you somewhere."

"Where?"

"Lo will know later."

"But.."

"Gue maksa Fik."

"But.."

"Gue won't macem - just calm down."

"Hem. but don't be late."

"okay."

After Iqbal and Fika left from the nearest Clinic, the two resumed their journey. As Iqbal had just said, that he was going to take Fika somewhere. Because Iqbal forced her, Fika was also unable to resist him.

A gentle and warm afternoon breeze hit the bodies of both. Iqbal drove at a standard pace trying to enjoy a moment he had never felt with the woman who was now sitting in the back seat of his bike. There was a sense of happiness for Iqbal when he saw Fika's sweet smile. Even he could not stop glancing at Fika's cute face from behind his rearview.

For him Fika happiness is his happiness too. Rows of neat teeth Fika eroded beautifully on his face when he saw some trees whose leaves were flying in the wind, like in a romantic drama film. Enjoying it, Iqbal further slowed down the speed of his motorbike, letting Fika enjoy the afternoon breeze that flew his front bangs and also his trademark braid.

'I have been waiting for this moment for years. I'm not going to let you go again Fik'

Iqbal increased his motor speed as he passed through the row of shady trees. And turn the steering wheel of the motor to the right of the road. While Fika was just silently stunned staring at a dark tunnel in front, her heart began to shake as she realized the place she was passing by. His memory goes back 12 years. Where he was 6 years old and Iqbal was with him.

This place is where Fika and Iqbal used to play together, joking cheerfully, fighting, crying together and here too where Iqbal said his promise. Fika squeezed her skirt, she did not know how to express between the sadness and also happiness that is now doubling her. Iqbal has returned and tried to restore their memories together, but on the other hand he has also opened old wounds. Because Fika did not want Iqbal to leave until then Fika never returned to this place because there he felt he lost a lot of things in his life.

But. now Iqbal is accompanying him.

Iqbal stopped the motor. Fika immediately went down and opened the helmet. Beautiful brown eyes sparkled Fika stared at the astonishment of the scene that now adorned her eyes. The place he once remembered was still the same, beautiful and amazing. Many shady green trees decorate the garden area, and lined with various types of flowers neatly arranged along the path. In addition, the green grass that stretches wide makes the atmosphere more beautiful and comfortable when the eyes look.

"Come on." Iqbal reached out his hand making Fika also reflex to grab it. The two exchanged smiles and Iqbal led Fika towards the flowerbed there.

"Lo's still craving, right?" Iqbal looked straight ahead. "Our lovely little days, I'm sure you're still craving it."

Fika********his smile, while remembering the time. "Of course Fika inget. Fika cannot forget our memories in childhood. Well, even though we were separated, but Fika believes in your promise."

Iqbal stopped his steps. The two stood in the middle of the flower. "Thank you for always believing in me. I'm not wrong to choose a girl."

"Yes Bal, we're best friends."

I don't know why Fika's speech just now has managed to change Iqbal's expression. The cowo lowered his head before suddenly grabbing Fika's wiggly hand and grasping it tightly, as if afraid that hand would move away from her.

"Fik, I don't want to be your best friend anymore."

Fika frowned loudly. "meaning?"

Instead of answering, Iqbal first broke down his smile. "Gue doesn't want to be your best friend anymore, but I want more than just your best friend."

Fika became increasingly silent, trying to understand Iqbal's intentions. But what is she, a girl who does not have a sharp sensitivity.

"Fik, you mean me?"

Fika shook her head innocently. That made Iqbal breathe out. Then it gripped Fika's face with both her big hands. "It turns out you're still as innocent as the old Fika. Make people gnarly."

"Fika doesn't understand." Fika said honestly. And of course make Iqbal increasingly unceasingly decompose a smile for the plain girl in front of him.

"Gue has been waiting for the rich moments. And today I want to tell you the same truth. If I'm.."

Fika and Iqbal's gaze collided with each other. To interpret each other's gaze meaningfully. Fika looked at Iqbal full of questions, while Iqbal looked at Fika looking for something meaningful in his eyes. Something that signifies the sincerity of her existence in the beautiful eyes of the girl.

"Fik, you don't want to be.."

Iqbal had not finished his sentence because the sound of Fika's cell phone ringing had stopped him. Fika reached into his pocket and saw the name on his phone. "Arga."

Fika previously looked at Iqbal asking for permission to pick up the phone, so Iqbal could nod as a sign he allowed it. After getting Iqbal's permission, Fika immediately shifted the screen to lift.

"Hallo"

"Where's lo?"

Arga's cold voice seeped into Fika's ears, his cold aura could immediately be felt even though it was just a phone call.

"Fika again"

"home."

"But Fika equals Iqbal again-"

"Five minutes you should be home."

TUT!

The call has been unilaterally interrupted by Arga. Fika who realized that could only snort annoyedly. As usual Arga was always stubborn and self-willed.

"Iqbal sorry,"

Iqbal looks unhappy, from the look on his face alone can be guessed that the guy is upset.

But the next second Iqbal's expression softened again, the man let out a slow breath. His smile was re-engraved.

"We're going home now." Iqbal.

"But you can't, right?"

"No Fik, just calm down. Anyway, I don't want you to get angry with Arga."

Iqbal held Fika's arm. And walk out of the park to his bike.

*****

"Endly everything is done. You two don't be naughty well, the pokonya while you're abroad you can't be enemies. And inget, you must help each other not to jaim-jaiman. In addition, you Arga you must take good care of the virgin child in our house. If Fika was all right, you would definitely punish you."

Already about 1 hour after Fika came, Ratna rambled at length between giving trust and also a warning for the two humans who were now standing quietly watching each other. Arga, who was wearing a loose white T-shirt, leaned against the wall and nodded his head as his beloved mother gave instructions.

"Fika, you take good care of yourself at home. If Arga is evil or mess with you. Just connect with auntie yah."

"Mah-"

"Fika will often call aunty well. Don't forget that."

Fika smiled sweetly while nodding at Ratna.

"Mah-"

"By aunty." Fika waved her hand just as Ratna had passed through the door. While Arga he just smiled faintly forced when his mother gave kiss by him.

The car that Ratna was riding in had walked over and left. At that time Arga immediately closed the door of his house loudly.

BAM!

Fika. His expression changed as he looked at Arga who was also looking at him coldly. Especially with their distance now too close.

"Ar-since .. Fika's the room first." Just now she was about to turn around but Arga pulled her arm and threw Fika's body at the door. Arga locked the position between them by positioning his left hand next to Fika's head. Their gazes collided with each other, and Fika slightly looked up at Arga's sharp gaze.

"Argha.. Fick-up"

"Where were you this afternoon?"

The deg!

Fika's heart began to beat fast, he gulped his saliva heavily. Will Arga scold him for rejecting the man's invitation and leaving with Iqbal?

"Java!"

Fika jerks. He lowered his head not daring to look at Arga. "Fika-" Fika stopped feeling a strange sting when Arga suddenly touched her chin and allowed her to stare at the guy. "Lo what?"

Silent moment.

"Fi-Fika just went to doang clinic, trus.."

"Trus?"

"To the flower garden." Fika said it with a voice so low, but with such a thin distance of course Arga was able to hear it clearly.

"Have you done?" Arga's tone suddenly eased, unlike before which was overflowing.

"Look at the flowers.no." Fika was so carefully afraid that Arga would raise her voice again. But the unexpected thing, Arga suddenly rewind his position. Then turned around just like that leaving Fika who was still filled with confusion with her heart still beating fast.

But there Fika was able to breathe again. "Based on a weird guy, I don't know if Fika almost had a heart attack just now."

After he made sure he did not see Arga on the stairs, Fika began to walk up the stairs to his room. A day that gives, right? This whole day was quite miserable but there was also happiness behind it. Iyah, when recalling Fika was able to smile again. The first one to remember that his mother was still alive made him even more eager to continue living his own life.

I don't know, today everything feels mixed for Fika. At first he was sad, then happy and also tense. His memory goes back to the incident last afternoon, where he had to pick Iqbal and go with him. Can not be denied, Fika was happy when he was with Iqbal, it feels back to reminiscing in his time in the orphanage first.

The first time he knew Iqbal, he was just an innocent boy who had no one like him. The two met just as they arrived at the orphanage. It was there that Fika began to befriend Iqbal. Although Iqbal used to be very ignorant of him, but Iqbal was the one who always hid him. And all of that was certainly before he was adopted by a wealthy family and brought to America.

There was Fika's final farewell meeting with Iqbal. But he also never forgot the promise Iqbal promised for him. That guy's gonna come back to see him, and sure enough. Iqbal has kept his promise now. He still remembered the place where they were always together. This explosive sense of pleasure felt unable to express Fika with a word. He can only express it with a smile.

BRAKK!

"Astagfirefull!" Fika was aghast and woke up from her sleeping position. He touched his chest in shock. His gaze was fixed on the person standing firmly in the doorway.  "Why did you come here?" Said Fika in an annoyed tone.

Fika stood up and intended to approach Arga in the doorway. But it was too late, because Arga had stepped in. And Fika flicked her steps. What else would that guy do now? Inner Fika wanted to scream.

Fika's gaze turned to something the guy was holding. At that moment, Arga threw the object in his hand towards Fika. Almost even about it.

It fell and splattered on the floor. "This what?"

Arga stuffed his arm into the front pocket of his pants. "Lo forgot? I'll be your private teacher. So from now on you have to follow all my orders. And from now on, you have to learn desperately. If not.."

Arga stopped his words and instead stepped closer until the man was right in front of Fika's face. Slipping the distance between them until Fika herself began to hold her breath. Seeing the expression of Fika who was so tense, Arga actually smiled obliquely making Fika increasingly heavy sip her own saliva. "You don't. I'll law you all out."

Arga picked up one book that was on the floor then threw rough towards Fika. Fika caught the book.

"Gue give you five minutes to read, after that I'll test you."

Fika widened her eyes, what the fuck? Five minutes? Thought to play games. It was possible that within five minutes Fika could study such a thick material. Even just a week Fika still want let alone just five minutes?

"Time to start now." Arga said while looking at the black watch in his hand. The cowo smiled slantedly at Fika before he turned around and sat down to his feet on Fika's sofa room. The cowo was sitting casually staring at the horror of Fika who was still staring at her cengo.

"Until when do you stand gawking there?"

Fika regained consciousness, she slammed her eyes several times. To put aside all his misery by starting to pick up the books on the floor and bring them to his bed. Arga was still faithfully watching the confused Fika there. Somehow but it seems Arga really enjoyed the tension of Fika at that time. The cowo folded his hands on his chest and smiled sinisterly as Fika began to read the thick book he had given her.

"You wasted half a minute."

Fika wanted to say rudely, Arga's words did not help her at all. It only made him more tense half to death. But even so, he could not resist at all. He tried to focus as much as possible to read regardless of the existence or the look of horror from Arga on the other end.

5 minute later

"Time's up."

Fika raised her head while squeezing the book. The time of five minutes is very short as he guessed even he was still half-reading, boro-boro understood it he himself was confused about which one to read. Especially when looking at the face and gaze of Arga who is now starting to walk closer to him actually makes his brain blank instantly. The material he had just read was instantly lost in format in his brain. How'this? Fika's position is very desperate, it feels like he disappeared at this time to avoid the safest Arga.

Arga's gaze was like that of a lion that had found its prey and would be ready to witness it at any time. Even sadistically finish him off.

"Arga-" Fika tried to speak frankly if he was not ready. But it seems Arga does not want any reason. The cowo instead snatched the book in Fika's hands and opened the first page of the book.

"First question."

Arga stopped and looked at Fika for a moment while Fika stiffened looking at Arga trembling.

"Note statistical formulas. Time is twenty seconds."

Blanks. Cold and hot sweat fused unnoticed. Fika frowned hard trying to remember whether she had found the formula.

"Five seconds." Arga was still faithfully standing in front of the bewildered Fika. Fika was still silent, what he had to say while he himself did not know the formula at all.

"Eight."

"Nine."

"Ten. Time's up."

Arga again threw the book he held at Fika. The cowo stuffed his arms casually inside his pocket and stared at Fika full of mystery. It was as if he had succeeded with a plan to punish Fika.

"As agreement. Since you can't answer, it means you have to accept punishment."

Fika looked down. What does Arga really want? And what kind of punishment would he give her? Why is he so cruel? Even giving a little chance. So tega.

"The punishment is." Arga smiled obliquely. The grin he showed made Fika goosebumps herself. BahkN Fika had to slightly condense her body as Arga bowed and almost got close to Fika's plain face. "Start tomorrow,"

"Lo has to be my servant."

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How did Fika become Arga's servant? Is Arga going to torture him?

What do you think Iqbal is?

Do not bosen-bosen the same story well.there will be many surprises in nect chept. Sorry I waited a long time and sorry for a lot of typonya. I just like revisions that are too late.

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