UNIVERSES

9. Fried Rice

The Olympics are getting closer, preparations are now starting to be tightened. As the hours of guidance of Desta and Sema are increasingly extended, it is also getting denser. Leave the lesson hours by struggling on thick books full of material.

Sema sighed, she had never attended a week of lessons because she had to be guided, she had rarely met Haru. Only occasionally make video calls at night, and sometimes ended Sema who overslept due to fatigue.

Not to mention the fate of missing the record, Sema does not like the truth. But how else? The Olympics also helped him get a scholarship.

"Mother there's a class, you two are self-studying huh?" Speak teacher guide. Desta and Sema nodded. Then the teacher immediately tidied up his book to teach. I believe in Sema and Desta.

Actually, not only Physics and Geography are contested. There are also Olympic group debates, but the training is deliberately split. There are different goals, for Desta and Sema need calm. As for the debate olympics, shouldn't they be smart to talk to win?

For different race venues, Sema and Desta represent provinces to a national level. Be they have to get out of town because the venue of the race is outside their city.

"Desta!" Call Sema who began to get dizzy with a series of sentences and terms. His brain needs entertainment, his stomach needs food. This week at least Sema and Desta have known each other. Already to the stage of each other has a number to facilitate communication, the rest... There aren't. Maybe just an Olympic friend.

Desta raised his head in response to Sema's call. The child is very talkative, so Sema already knows it is time to talk. No need to wait for Desta to answer, the young man mostly uses body language to respond.

"To yuk's canteen? Buy eat. I'm laper." Invite Sema, just a real pleasantry, even let Desta know that Sema wants to go to the cafeteria. Already a week often together, a week Sema know Desta was not easy to be invited to the cafeteria. The hull might only eat from the formulas that Desta read. It's terrible to be right.

Desta was silent for a moment, before closing the book. Staring at Sema again while nodding.

Hey, wait!

"L-lo don't refuse?" Tanya Sema was so surprised that she was stupefied. Desta was squealing, confused of course. His eyebrows go up next door. "Gue lager." His words were as they were but presumably enough to answer all the useless questions of Sema. Choosing to walk first, Desta did not care about Sema who was still sculpting for a while before stepping too.

When she reached the cafeteria, she found that Desta had already ordered the food. The young man carried a tray towards the nearest table. There was no special table for Desta, he also rarely went to the cafeteria. Following Sema who ordered as well, he hesitated to bring a tray to where Desta was sitting. But there was no way he could have sat far away from Desta. Strangely enough especially the canteen is quiet because the lesson hours are still ongoing.

"Gue can sit here?" Asked Sema who was standing in front of Desta, the young man nodded quickly without turning his head. He was still focused on his food.

Sema finally took a seat in front of Desta. It was awkward, but it seemed only to Sema, because Desta didn't care. Focus on finishing the food and then going back to the library.

"We're leaving tomorrow, right?" Shema asked, she started eating her food slowly. Desta nodded in response, even though he knew Sema was just a pleasantries. Obviously the guidance counselor had reminded them that tomorrow they would leave the city.

Three days from Monday they left.

It was quiet again, no one opened their voices. Both focus on their own food.

What kind of interaction is this?

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At seven o'clock in the night, Sema should not continue to force herself after a week of struggling with the material. Tomorrow is his departure with Desta out of town, this is not the first time for Sema to attend the Olympics. But it still feels thrilling. I'm sure he won't be able to sleep tonight.

She stretched her body in her study chair. He closed his books to relax for a moment. Actually, he had also mastered the material, it was just a formality. Open a random book because you don't know what to do.

At the time of his activities, the door to the room opened from the outside making Sema turn her head. He gave a confused look when he saw his Mama's head sticking out behind the door. His mother looks neat, he said he wanted to meet with Papa.

"Same Papa go first yeah deck, don't stay up the tablets." Said the Mama. Sema nodded, for the needs of Sema during the Olympics she had prepared with the mother this afternoon.

"Be careful, Ma." Say Sema while smiling. Mama Sema nodded. A moment later, the mother walked. After that, the sound of a car left the yard sign that both Sema's parents had departed.

Sema sighed, she chose to go downstairs, take a random snack and take it to the television room. Honestly, I was a little afraid of being alone in my room. Be he chose in the television room alone, rather than confused what to do.

Shortly since Sema watched television, the sound of the doorbell made her attention distracted. His brows were linked, there was no way his parents would have come home so soon. After all if the parents come back to pick up something no need to press the bell, they will have the key. This thought certainly makes Sema worried. There are rarely guests at night.

Yeah, rarely.

"CHRISTMAS!" Sema was surprised by Haru who called out to her just as Sema opened the door.

"Tumben dateng malem-malem?" Sema asked, she shifted her body so that Haru could enter. The young man turned around after a few steps from Sema.

"Fried rice stuffer." He said while lifting the two crackles he brought. "Make it?" Ask Haru. More like an order. Sema snorted in annoyance and then closed the door again.

"Why not buy it anyway if you want to? Why bring the raw materials here?" Although impressed refused, Sema still followed Haru who walked to the kitchen. The girl kept making Haru this fried rice. Fried rice is easy.

Sema paid attention to the things Haru brought. There are a dozen eggs, cologne rice, sausages, meatballs, and chicken. Then chocolate. "Fried rice with chocolate?" Ask Sema. "That makes Lo." Answer Haru.

Sema stores the rice in the cupboard, replaces it with cooked rice and then takes the cabbage in the refrigerator.

"Not to eat vegetables." Tegur Haru's. As if he did not care, he still cut the cabbage into small pieces.

"They! Kolnya balikin again, ntar sought after the same aunt you know."

Shema turned. "Diem, or go home?" Sema. His hand held a knife which he deliberately pointed towards Haru.

"Ah ngancemnya use a knife, not cool." Haru sits back at the dinner table, letting Sema do everything herself, rather than getting punched. It's not funny tomorrow - tomorrow there is news of a young man killed using a kitchen knife because he can't stand still.

"Olympic food, huh?" Tanya Haru opened the conversation. Sema nodded without looking.

"Three days?" Ask her again. Sema nodded back while Haru heaved a heavy sigh. Until she heard it. The young man propped his head with his hand and the other hand made an abstract pattern on the dining table. Thinking about how three days he spent without Sema.

"The same zombie that time?" Sema turned around spontaneously to find a foreign word entering her ear. This means Haru what?

"Zombies?" Tanya Sema repeated Haru's words, afraid of mishearing.

"That time."

"Desta?"

"I don't know you don't know. Anyway, the guy like the undead is that." Haru ngawur. Without realizing the random speech Haru was able to make Sema smile on the sidelines he cooked fried rice for Young master Haru. Surprisingly, at the house of Mr. Heru Radhika as if there were three to four maids, but their son instead came to Sema asking for food. Although in an elegant way bring its own cooking ingredients.

After a while the ala-ala fried rice was already available in front of Haru. The amount of rice and toppings is almost equivalent, even most of the toppings. But that was what young master Haru liked. The point is not spicy because Haru hates all spicy food. It was strange when Sema remembered the time to eat together with Haru. At that time Haru asked for additional sugar because the seblak was too spicy. Even though he had got two tablespoons of sugar, Haru still spent three glasses of iced tea. Sepedas it?

"Udah know I want the Olympics tomorrow, Lo even moaned gini malems." Omel Sema, that sentence works in Haru. Being knocked from the grin of the young man with a mouth full of food. He chewed it until it ran out and then answered Sema's words.

"It's precisely because Lo tomorrow's the Olympics, that's why I want to stay here." Haru's casual words made Sema continuously cough, choking on the fried rice that had just entered her mouth. God fucking.

"Slowly." Haru said while giving a glass filled with water.

Haru's question was ordinary. Haru has stayed a lot, but that was before. When the way they talk is still slurred, when their teeth are still toothless, and when no one considers taboo when they sleep together in one bed. It was a very long time ago, the last time Haru stayed over his parents left for America. And that was when Haru was seven.

And now, even they are both in one house—only both—it is wrong if it is based on the principles of decency embedded in the community.

"Swinyep? Where do you want to sleep?" Ask Sema. Hey, Sema's house is not as big as Radhika's house to just leave one room for the guest room. There may be one room, but it looks like a warehouse. It is impossible for Sema to have young Lord Radhika sleep in the warehouse.

"In Lo's room, I've the same permission Om same Aunt, he said it may." Haru said casually.

"Ngawur, how can I like that."