Unforgettables

Jealousies

A name etched into the beautiful blue sky, that's when you took the vow of promise where I felt I was coming back alive. The beautiful smile you gave me will forever be on my mind. But your absence has removed some of those taste buds, but I can assure you that you will not be replaced. Even if there is someone else in my heart.

Alan..

Where're you?

I'mfrightened..

By ourselves..

Without you..

Alan..

Me here..

Missed you..

♡♡♡♡♡

"You're finally awake too."

The two beautiful beads belonging to the girl who is now lying weakly on the bed are rubbed several times both eyelids. The dizzy feeling in his head was so strong as if he was stomping for a while that he took a sitting position while holding his head with one hand.

"Where is this?" The soft speech of the braided girl while looking at the person who was now standing beside her bed.

The cold-blooded cowo that we know as Arga was folding both of his arms across his chest staring at the mysterious Fika who was also the same looking at him.

"Did the impact on your head make you senile?"

Fika frowned not understanding. While Arga breathed his breath. After that, he looked back at Fika.

"This is my room."

A few seconds Fika did not respond until he just realized what Arga said made him stunned, with reflexes he saw throughout the room there. Once he himself was convinced, that it was indeed Arga's room. Fika did not want to linger, he immediately got out of bed without caring for Arga who actually frowned at seeing him.

"Where are you going?"

Fika halted, she looked up at Arga who was right standing in front of her.

"To.outside." Fika's low speech was afraid that Arga would be gaseous.

"Can aja. Just have conditions."

"Condition? Sa-what terms?"

"Easy," Arga put her hand in her pants pocket. "Lo just has to make food for me now."

"That's it?" Ask Fika not to believe it.

"Lo nantangin's? Or do I want a heavier job?"

"Eh no! Yes Fika masakin."

Fika sighed, actually he had thought strangely but fortunately Arga was not as wild as his mind. After approving it, Fika also intends to move on. "Kalo.. Fika to the kitchen first."

Without waiting for Arga's answer. Fika had already inched down from the bed and was about to step away. But again Fika had to hold her step because Arga's hand was holding her back.

"Wait a minute,"

Fika turned back to doubt. But still ventured to look into the eyes of the eagle. "Why?" Ask Fika nervously.

Arga was still silent, the guy was like thinking of something that was somehow difficult for him to say. Until finally..

"Who is that?"

The deg!

Fika tried not to show her confused expression with that she looked down, then pulled her arm held by Arga. Instantly his body felt stiffened again after hearing that name. Even his heart felt sick again.

"My answer." Force Arga. But Fika just remained silent.

"He's.."

"Lo's girlfriend?" Ask Arga to guess. It shouldn't be possible.

Fika herself scowled and gripped him. "Nope. He's a nobody."

Hearing Fika's statement just now made Arga's expression change instantly. I don't know what's on that guy's mind. Even his expression was completely unpredictable. But even so the guy still shows his calm side.

Amidst the awkwardness between them, Arga just getting closer to Fika makes Fika herself reflex step back.

"Argha.." Fika frowned trying to neutralize his heartbeat that was getting ragged glasses not because. Fortunately Arga has now stopped his actions. Until the man's cold hand touched Fika's tiny chin, grabbed her and raised her face forcing her to stare at both of Arga's sharp beads.

"What did you see in that room?"

Fika stiffens. Looks like he will be discharged by Arga this time. Because he himself has broken the rules that Arga once said. You idiot! He's too curious. Even his curiosity had exceeded his own limits. Fika realized he was wrong, but would Arga be destroyed with just a word 'sorry?' That's so impossible.

Arga is still waiting for Fika's answer. But it seems like Fika is reluctant to say it. What he saw in the room was impossible and he realized what he saw was only his hallucination. He even felt sorry to have seen the room. Somehow the bitter memories of a dozen years ago suddenly reappeared. And it's getting more and more visible even lately it's been haunting him.

"Fika didn't see anything." Fika finally said. He no longer knows what to say. Arga will not know and will not likely want to know about who Alan Fika means. Alan is the most beautiful memory figure of Fika, as well as the most bitter figure in his life. Alias was the first person to hurt Fika besides Arga. But the past is still the past, and now Alan's figure is just a memory in Fika's life and will not be more than that.

"Lo get out of here." Arga's command suddenly made Fika look at him confused. I don't know why Arga's tone suddenly changed. He looked friendly, even a little. But now? He had returned to his usual cold and annoying figure.

"Dad. Fika excuse me first." Said Fika who then walked out of Arga's room. And the moment Fika walked out of the room, Arga's room door was closed hard. Like someone slammed it from the inside. Maybe Arga did it? Butwhy?

Nevermind! Inner Fica.

Too tired to think about the Arga tinkah that is always incomprehensible. After all, Fika herself did not know what made that guy can be like that. Sometimes pity is good and sometimes fierce or cold. Does Arga have multiple personalities?

Fika pulled the braid both of them. Dizziness begins to fade if you continue to think of Arga that never had an end. It's like the files on Fika's brain are just that guy.

Not wanting to think too hard, Fika decided to go down the stairs and walk towards the kitchen. There Fika directly opened the refrigerator but in the refrigerator there is not much food. There are just a few vegetables plus a few eggs. Before Fika took the groceries she grabbed a glass to drink. Since waking up, Fika is very thirsty, especially she has faced Arga. Of course, it made his throat dry up.

Fika gulped down the cold white water in her hand until the toilet. Then walk towards the sink to wash the vegetables first. When finished he began to slice one by one the food there.

I don't know what the girl sedan was thinking at this time, which clearly Fika looks to be daydreaming. Today's events have left him so confused. The figure that he had wanted to erase in his life suddenly reappeared. It even feels like terrorizing him at all times.

The events of a few dozen years ago made him both scared and sad. His memory returned when he saw Alan's handsome face lying weakly on his lap. He felt it was all his fault. He is not able to repeat time even to regret is a waste. If only time could be repeated, Fika would bring Alan with her and would not let go for good. But in fact all of that is just a wishful thinking. The harsh reality is that Alan is gone.

"LO BEGO YEAH!?"

Arga's baraton's yelling sound managed to make Fika shocked back from her daydream. I don't know what happened but Arga suddenly pulled his hand. "Aw!"

Fika grimaced when she realized her finger was injured. That made Arga cringe.

"In addition to bego it turns out you are also careless!"

Arga wiped Fika's finger with a tysu. Seeing Arga's expression like that made Fika stunned. Is Arga worried about him?

"Aah!"  Fika again grimaced when Arga smeared the wound on Fika's finger with water to prevent infection then it should be cleaned with water first.

"Lo sliced his own hands not what feeling?" Arga's questions are like her panic spontaneity but it just makes Fika a little****smile.

"Not powerful." Fika. Made Arga look at him.

"What the hell did you think? Or are you still alive?"

Fika grunts. Arga's words are cruel.

"Fika was just a little dreamy. So, it doesn't matter if Fika's finger is bleeding."

"Bego!"

Arga again pulled Fika's hand leading her towards the front room. "What do you want?"

"You're slurping you in the toilet!"

Fika scowled, yet she was also unable to resist. He remained resigned brought Arga until finally the man pulled him sitting in the front seat.

Arga retrieves the P3K then begins to bandage Fika's injured finger with a betadin. Fika who witnessed the action of the man could only gawk in disbelief. What satan Arga is today? Holy hooch! It is very rare.

"Ep.. Arga-"

"Diem."

Fika was silent again. Somehow every Arga commandment was like a spontaneous order for him. Even to fight it feels reluctant.

"Arga. thanks."

Hearing Fika's barely audible words made Arga stop his activities. The cowo was silent for a moment before then looking at Fika's two brown eyes fixedly.

The two look at each other. Getting deeper and deeper. It was as if their eyes were talking to each other. So beautiful and comfortable.

The plot!

"Aw!"

"Don't ge'er. I'm confessing this because I'm stuck."

Fika scowled as well as frowned. Does Arga not help him? Malicious.

"Oh."

The mood was silent again. Arga was still twitching on Fika's injured finger until he had finished treating it. Arga again moved from his place while carrying a P3K box and sauntered away the sign said anything to Fika.

Fika was still staring gently at Arga's departure until the big, muscular back disappeared away from her sight.

The smile that was almost lost today, was successfully returned with a small thing from Arga. Fika looked at her finger that had been wrapped in a handsaplash with an expanding smile there.

Remembering that, Fika recalled the activities she was doing. Well, Fika has to cook for Arga. Fika immediately ran back to the kitchen but did not get there. His steps had been stopped while capturing the figure of Arga was also there.

"What are you doing?" Ask Fika by walking up to her.

"Lo thinks to himself."

Fika fell silent and watched what the guy was doing.

"Rooking arts?"

Instead of answering, Arga only glanced at Fika at a glance and refocused his eyes on the vegetables he was slicing.

"Emang Arga can cook?"

"Kok Fika doesn't know Arga can cook?"

There's no answer.

"Since when can Arga cook?"

"Diajarin aunty Ratna huh? Oh or Arga-"

"Ck! Can you not really lo?" A sudden jolt from Arga managed to make Fika back silent. Surprisingly Fika felt a jolt this time was so pleasant, I don't know if she felt there was anything different. He has often been scolded by Arga but now Arga anger Arga as if only to protect him.

"Why can you help?" Tanya Fika had not given up. Even now he was walking closer to Arga there.

"Stop right there!" Arga pointed downstairs giving distance to Fika for him.  Fika reflex also stopped his steps by putting on a disappointed face.

"But Fika wants to help Arga." Said Fika.

"Gue doesn't need your help." Arga said as usual.

"Lo back off."

"Huh?"

"Gue said back off."

Arga shook his hand and told Fika to retreat. And plainly Fika obeyed him.

"here?"

"Step back."

"here?"

"Continue, get to the middle room. You sit there until I finish cooking."

Fika gawking.

"Ih Fika will help Arga. He was even sent to the middle room." Gerrutu Fika did not accept.

"Gue doesn't need your help."

"But-"

"Diem! If you still ngockeh also mending lo out now."

Hearing the threat of Arga, Fika also would not want to obey. Than to have another problem. Maybe it's better this time he gave up.

"Iyad." Fika lamented. Then walk to the middle room.

A few moments later. Fika again sat at the large dining table belonging to the Arga family. Because the man had been seen coming with a few dishes of food that he had cooked earlier.

Fika's two beautiful brown eyes have not been diverted from the food that is now neatly arranged on the table. The smell of delicious food has permeated his sense of smell. And the level of appetite seems to increase by just looking at delicious food made by Arga there. Really he really did not expect just with simple and makeshift ingredients but Arga was able to juggle the food into delicious food and elegant looks.

Fika was impatient to feel the taste. Even with his reflexes he instantly picked up one of Arga's dishes impatiently.

Plaque!

"Aw!" Fika grimaced as the spoon jutru he held fell due to Arga's hard punch.

"Wash your hands. Slovenly!" Arga said it naturally as perangar perhaps, it seems like the guy is indeed very clean.

Fika who was rubbing the back of her hand was only able to stay still while looking down when Arga then thrust a bowl filled with water. At that moment Fika looked at Arga confusedly.

"Wash your hands here." Arga then sauntered towards the chair opposite Fika.

"Gue doesn't like dirty girls." Arga said suddenly. Made Fika look up at him.

What does Arga mean? What if Fika wasn't slovenly would she like it? Jeez Arga. Don't make people think weird. Somehow, but every little word from Arga always makes Fika melt. And somehow Fika always felt like Arga's words sounded sweet. It was just an ordinary word from an Arga. Actually describing Arga is very confusing.

"Don't think weird. The girl I'm talking about doesn't include you."

JEBE!!

Oh Arga why are you always able to float people's hearts but in that second also you are able to drop it? Jeez it hurts to the bone.

Fika breathed out slowly. It was his fault, because he thought too far. Arga did manage to make Fika's mood change instantly, but because the taste of Arga cuisine is delicious amazing managed to restore the mood even a little. No lie, Arga cuisine is like Chef Professional cuisine. Delicious like none.

Ting! The sound of messages coming into Fika's phone makes Arga and Fika look at each other.

Fika took her phone out of her pocket and opened the message.

"Who?"

Since when did Arga become a kepo?

"Iqbal." Fika replied without guilt.

Hearing the name Arga became silent but his gaze was still on Fika. I don't know what's on his mind right now. Judging from Arga's expression, it was as if there was some irritation on his face.

But the next second Arga resumed eating while muttering.

"What do you want?"

Although it was just a murmur, but Fika was able to hear it.

"It... Iqbal's gonna go to the festival tomorrow." Plain Fika speech. Not yet sensitive.

At once, Arga stopped eating.

"Lo want to go there?"

Gosh gosh? Someone in front of Fika is really Arga right? How about kepo yah?

"Hem.. Fika doesn't know. But if there's no activity tomorrow, maybe Fika-"

"CAN'T!"

Fika was surprised by Arga's sudden jolt. I don't know what was wrong from his words just now, but it seems like it makes Arga go berserk. Whys?

Arga's chest looks up and down. Is that guy really emotional? Butwhy? Fika was confused. Until finally Arga spoke up.

"Lo has to be less private again with me, even if you want. But don't mistake me if your value is bad. And I won't be responsible if the school takes you out."

Arga threatened Fika? Geez.. What's on that guy's mind? Jealousy anyway kalie do not need to ngeles rich bajai.

"That's!" Fika got up from her seat as Arga too got up to leave.

"The decision is in your hands." Arga turned around but had not walked yet. "And you know, I hate rejection."

"Arga wait!" Fika ran after Arga who was about to climb the stairs. And the guy got stopped.

"Fika wants to learn with Arga. Fika will refuse Iqbal's invitation."

Somehow describing it, but Arga's anger seemed to vanish upon hearing Fika's decision. Don't-don't...

"But.. "

Arga's thin smile disappears and the guy turns around to see Fika there. "What else?"

"Anu.."

"By the way."

Fika stuck her head. He was so afraid that Arga would get angry again.

"Lo don't say I'm leaving."

"Eh! That.. hem.. tomorrow can Iqbal take Fika to school?"

Arga. For whatever sake Arga's gaze is so terrible now. Even Fika alone was unable to stare at him intensely.

"Lo want to take her?" Tanya Arga sounded cold.

"Do not know either.. Fika is confused."

"That's tomorrow you go with me."

Whats? Did Fika hear wrong? What did Arga say? Go with her? Jesus, what demon is he possessed?

"Really?" Ask Fika make sure. Not believing it.

"You don't want me to not make it." Arga turned back and walked up the stairs. That's not what Fika wants to hear from Arga. What's wrong with this guy?

"Fi-Fika wants to." Shouted Fika at last. But it does not make Arga stand out.

Like there was a push on her leg Fika without hesitation ran to pick a hand with a fast heart pounding. He tried to chase Arga until it was clear the straight back belonged to the man.

"That's!"

"Wait for Fika-"

Fika did not stop his running until Arga finally stopped suddenly, as a result Fika hit Arga's back hard.

Hearing Fika's complaint behind her Arga immediately turned around and looked at Fika in front of him with a thin distance between them.

"What do you want to do?" Arga Sarcas. The cowo frowned slightly as Fika was rubbing her nose which hit the hard back of the guy.

"Sorry.." Luh Fika's. He was truly ashamed of his own careless self. Even for Arga.

"Lo say what?" Ask Arga later. The man's expression was like being held back by something, at first glance looking worried but also looking trying as cold as usual.

"Fika wants to thank Arga."

"What about?"

"Related. the time at the locker place."

"Don't think about it. I'm not doing it because of you."

"But-"

"Gue admitted it was because of my team."

The deg!

"Don't think too far, I just don't want my team to get in trouble just because of your rich girl. And I as captain wouldn't let that happen."

Arga's words really touched Fika's heart. Why does he keep on wishing whereas what he expected was never expected.

"Gue saranin never deketin Vino. Or you'll get in trouble."

Fika was speechless she was no longer able to speak. The pain in his heart was still burning. Why would Arga say that if he didn't care? What does that guy really want?

"And one of the most important things."

Arga took a step closer and closer to Fika. Made Fika look at him.

Arga lowered her head until her face was now parallel to Fika's plain face. The two looked at each other.

"One important thing you have to remember."

Arga turned a whisper in Fika's ear even Fika could feel a gentle gust of warm Arga's breath, making her goosebumps all over.

"Don't ever get a guy named Iqbal again."

Fika squashed her eyes. "Why?"

Arga pulled himself back from Fika and put both of his arms in his pants pocket.

"Lo thinks to himself."

After saying that Arga waltzed away. Leaving the still confused Fika in her place.

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