Unforgettables

Arga Aldiano

Arga Aldiano is a genius student, achiever, multi-talent and handsome. In the puja of the fairies is his destiny. Evil and cold are his nature. Cuek, is daily food for him. Care about? It's not part of his life.

Cowo who was born rich is the type of man who is arrogant and stubborn. It seems that many negative traits are contained within its cells. And every pulse of hot blood that could instantly explode caused the anger of an Arga. That is why no one dares to provoke his anger or they will lure Kyubi inside his body and be ready to attack at any time.

Despite his nickname as the most handsome and brightest student. But who would have thought, Arga who has a brain above average it turns out is the student who most often in and out of the BP room and has the most red records of up to 20 violations every day. Imagine if 20 fouls multiplied by 1 month? Even the members of OSIS became a lot of work just to record violations Arga alone.

But behind that harshness. Arga loves someone, someone who means a lot in his life is his beloved mother. Arga will do whatever his mother commands while he can. He considers his mother as an angel of life. As he promised, "anyone who dares to hurt her will never be at peace."

The bright sunlight shining down bounced off the white-plated black helmet. Arga who was sitting upright on a red and black sports bike at speed was walking through the streets that were quite stretchy. The cowo was so enjoying the wind that hit his body, especially when he passed the shady green trees that lined up neatly protecting him from the sun.

For a few minutes he walked the road. And he also had to brake his motor when the black tire had arrived in front of the high gate of his house.

"Sore den," said Jajang, Arga's house security guard. While opening the gate but coldly reply by the guy.

Arga unlocked his helmet after he put his motorcycle in the trunk. Then walked to the door while opening the black jacket attached to his body.

"Arga, are you home?" A beautiful woman with a radiant face as well as her wavy hair greeted him in the doorway with a happy expression.

"Yes, um."

The woman smiled and rubbed next to Arga's cheek which was greeted with a slight smile that was barely visible from Arga for her. But other than that, there was something else that the woman was looking for.

"Where is Fika?"

Again the girl

Arga shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "You mah. Arga to the room first."

As Arga was about to step up, Ratna pulled her ear until she stopped and screamed. "Aw mah!"

"You're so naughty."

"What's the hell about mah?"

"You must have left Fika again, right?"

Ratna tightened her jewelry even slightly twisted it until Arga's ears began to redden.

"Arga gaktau mah.."

"How you? Mamah told you how many times? Don't leave Fika alone. Still just ngeyel."

"Yes, let's go first."

Arga's mother finally let go of her ear. Overwhelmed by her smile as Arga grimacedly rubbed her ears which began to feel sore.

"So Arga hastily mah, so don't look at him."

"Your reason. Just say you're lazy with Fika, right?"

Not lazy, but filthy

"Well, Arga told me that Arga is not going to be with the same girl cul-"

"That's!" Ratna's flick while hitting a little bit of her arm. "Whatever Fika is, he's a good boy. And remember, mamah has given the same trust Fika to continue to protect and watch over you. So you have to be nice to her."

Arga raised next to his eyebrows and chuckled. "Madly greedy? There is a girl who will be overwhelmed mah. He won't be able to."

"You have to give up."

F*ck!

"Sorry mah, Arga can't." The cowo began to waltz away towards the stairs. With someone who just came in through the door.

"Assallamalaikuum.." That loud voice, a familiar voice in his ears. But managed to make his step stop and catch a glimpse of it.

"Yaampun Fika. aunty is worried about you."

It was clearly visible from a distance that the plain face of the girl who was smiling widely welcomed Ratna.

"Sorry aunt, Fika took the public transportation so it's a little long."

"Why aren't you with Arga?"

"Heem. earlier Arga has gone home first aunt, fitting Fika is still on the perpus."

Ratna sighed. "Based on the boy. Looks like auntie should be more assertive with her. But you take it easy, one day Arga will want to be with you." Said Ratna while wiping the top of Fika's head.

Fika also chuckled. "Fika takpapa kok tan, maybe Arga was in a hurry. After all, Fika doesn't want to take Arga."

Hearing Fika's statement just now, did not deny Ratna's smile. "Yeah, you take a shower now. After that eat yeah."

Fika nodded quickly accompanied by a strand of smile that she never escaped from her lips. It was like happiness for him to share happiness with each other through a smile.

Fika walked up to the stairs and just stepped on the stairs, only to come back to a standstill because she realized there was someone standing still there with an incomprehensible look. But again, he only returned with a smile.

"Anga has been happy since?"

Not the answer he got, but a sharp look full of hatred. Without saying anything, the man turned towards his room. While Fika could only sigh patiently in the face of the cold stone head.

It seems that the incident this morning is still firmly attached to Arga's memory, because it is clear from how Arga's attitude towards him. Wait, Arga was never warm to her. Even as he walked into the room, the guy slammed the door hard as Fika passed by.

Fika could only sigh resignedly after staring at the brown door.

Patient Fik, patient. Aami...

He again continued his steps towards the door in front of the door of Arga's room. At first glance he is still imagined with the gaze of Arga just now there is a sense of guilt and also a sense of sadness that he felt. Is that how Arga hates him? Fika really doesn't understand.

No matter what mistakes he made, Fika always wanted to ask Arga about it, but all of that would be in vain. Because Arga won't bully him even if he has to beg.

Fika unlocked her room then pushed it slowly, the cold wind from the pitch-black room started to hit the surface of her skin. Although the situation outside is still warm but the air conditioning in his room makes the room even cooler. Actually Fika forgot not to turn it off before she left for school earlier.

Fika placed her bag on the study table before she turned on the room light and opened the high curtains that covered the sunlight. At least this sunlight would slightly reduce the cold air in his room.

A long and tiring day, that was what Fika always felt as she lay on the bed staring at the ceiling of the room. The shadow of his arduous journey is now beginning to roll back. If he could turn it all around, he would.

This house has become a shelter, and it is in this house that he feels protected. Although he knew, not everyone in this house accepted him.

It was unexpected, he had lived in this big house for a month. From adaptation to getting used to it. Fika got up from her position, breaking her braids hair before a knock on the door sounded.

"Female!"

"Aunty father?" Shouted Fika then immediately got off the bed and opened the door.

"Not tan, just fell asleep for a while hehe.."

"Oh that,"

"What's up, aunt?"

"Gini, aunt just want to invite you to help the aunt cook because today aunt wants to make a special menu for Arga. You want to help auntie?"

Fika smile. "You aunt."

"Jaudah you are dying now shower first, after that you go down well help aunt."

Fika nodded then closed the door of her room the moment after Ratna went down the stairs. He hurried to get a towel hanging next to the closet, and walked to the bathroom.

*****

"It's finally finished, too." Said Ratna staring at the entire meal on the dining table that had been finished making.

"Yes aunty, thank God." Fika.

Ratna smiled happily looking at Fika and instantly seemed to have something on her mind.

"Fika, you call Arga gih in his room."

As soon as Fika turned her back, her throat now felt dry. "Fika?"

"Your father. Who else is it?"

Fika took a sip of her saliva, the shadow of Arga's gaze this morning began to re-remember and made her more inferior. "But aunt-"

"Have you called Arga, the mass of aunts kept calling. You're friends anyway."

Friends ofhis?

"That's nothing to do with you, just calm down there's aunty here." Ratna said again making Fika finally succumb to obey. He also began to step up the stairs.

Fika walked slowly as she was almost close to the door of the man's room. I don't know how many prayers he said before he finally arrived right in front of the brown door. With a little courage, Fika raised her hand intending to knock on the door.

But how surprised he was because he had not had time to knock suddenly the door was open. And he could look back at the sharp highlight of the eagle from the guy.

"Lo gapain?"

That roaring voice, a voice that Fika had already heard from the tall figure in front of her.

"I-it's.. Fika wants-"

Fika had not yet finished her words, Arga the cold guy first meleos left her just like that. Fika who was still staring at the back of the man who was down the stairs was only able to stroke her chest slowly.

"Patience.teens patiently dapet handsome mate."

Fika came back down the stairs and from there she could see clearly the cold figure of Arga who had now been sitting casually on the dining table chair. Cowo was focused on what his beloved mother was explaining, he said, Ratna passionately explained what cuisine she had made especially for herself even Ratna explained that it was Fikalah who had made some of Arga's favorite food menu. Arga could only nod once to respond, even looking at his expression as flat as the wall could already show that he had no interest in it at all.

"Fika let's eat first. You must be laper, right?"

Fika who had come down from the stairs also walked over to the dining table. He pulled the chair where he usually sat next to Ratna.

"What did you want to try first?" Ratna asked impatiently.

Arga was silent for a moment, he researched the food one by one on the table.

"Arga wants food made mamah."

Fika sighed softly, she rolled her eyeballs as she watched Arga start touching some of Ratna's cooking except for her cooking.

"Don't have a mamah dong Arga, Fika cuisine too." Ratna Protests.

"No, look at it like a gakenak. Especially the taste."

"Arga! You are a habit, do not like judge people's cooking if you yourself have not frowned. You try first dong son, mamah sure Fika cuisine is no less delicious as mamah cuisine."

Arga let out a sigh, he pulled one of Fika's dishes and he began to nudge it onto his plate. Arga immediately devoured it with his white rice.

"Where? Aren't you?" Ratna asked curiously.

Arga looked at Fika at a glance who was now bowed did not dare to look at her.

"Nice."

Fika swallowed her salt heavily as Arga said that cruel thing. While Ratna snorted with her son's attitude that was too honest and to the point.

"Fathery? Mama doesn't believe me." Ratna finally took a spoonful of Fika's cooking and directly devoured it. "Ah is good. It's really good."

Arga was silent no longer commenting on his mother's words. He continued to eat just as Fika began to devour his food. A few minutes later, their food was gone. As usual Fika will help clean up the leftovers and dirty dishes into the kitchen.

"Kids wait a minute." Ratna called out to Arga and Fika who were going in opposite directions. They turned around and looked at Ratna there. "You want to say something to you guys."

"What the hell is mah?" Tanya Arga quickly looks not want to be there too long.

"You guys come here first."

Fika and Arga walked over to Ratna. "Gini, mamah actually want to say from yesterday just mamah forgot to say if mamah next week want to go to Singapore so-"

"Don't tell me Arga has to take care of him." Ask Arga suddenly. And it's right on target.

Ratna chuckles. "You are rich fortune-teller. But there's a point, too. Mama kaya will be old there so mamah tipped the same house you two. And you Arga, in addition to taking care of the house you must also take care of-"

"Gak mah. Arga nginep in the house of temen."

Ratna rounded her eyes and pinched Arga's arm even though the man did not feel the slightest pain.

"Don't be so Arga. If you're in your house, who is Fika here?"

"It's up to him mah. He's nobody here. Why don't you tell him to go back to his house."

"Arga! Take care of your words. Gaksuka well you say rich that."

Arga fell silent and stuffed both of his arms into the pockets of the front pants.

"Pokonya mamah don't want to know, you and Fika must get along when mamah leaves later. And you Arga, you must take care of Fika. If you take Fika why-napa, mamah do not want to consider you a mamah child again."