UNIVERSES

26. Hugs

Sharp gaze rained down on Desta like ready to shoot at the Heart. Ready to kill with a million questions. But will a Desta be afraid? Sure didn't. Because now the young man was sitting casually in his Papa's room. Especially the bruises on his face.

The Papa exhaled, somewhat resigned to having a child like Desta. Fortunately my own child.

"Desta, answer Papa's question!" Firmly the middle-aged man. Desta squinted his eyes instead of being scared.

"Which one? You ask fifteen one-breath questions." Papa Desta took off his white coat. Desta's behavior eleven twelve with her first. Tau if it goes down like this meningan first do not need to be pretentious to be cold. His son got hit.

"So who's the girl who made Papa's ice melt? Sampe nyamperin Papa to the room to check his condition, even though he was only mild hypothermia. Nurses can also, do not need an internal medicine specialist like Papa." Said Papa Desta, slightly teasing his son who was busy compressing his face with ice cubes. Wonderful, his father was a doctor. Not just asking for help? Instead of having to compress while looking at the phone screen to ensure the location of the bruise. Desta's prestige exceeds that of Burj Khalifa.

"Just a temen." Desta replied casually, but his Papa was already very enthusiastic to hear his son have someone special like a girlfriend? Desta only dates with his books and computer games.

"Keep making you bonyok gini who?" Ask Papa Desta. Why not ask daritadi anyway? As if who Sema is is more important than a bruise on Desta's face. Other people, other people, other people, new children

Doctor Pratama, or Tama's doctor is Papa from Desta. His fondness for IPA lessons declined to his son. That's why Desta knows so little about drugs. Because from a small age, Desta here must have ransacked the small medicine cabinet that Doctor Tama kept.

"Temenku's victory." Desta answered still by compressing his wound. Long ago Doctor Tama was anxious to see it. He immediately took the compress and threw it away. Taking the red medicine rubbed it slowly on his son.

"This is true if you learn taekwondo. Time is still bonyok." Comment from Mr. Tama. No less spicy than the phrase Desta. Now Desta knows why he often said spicy, down from the Papa. Her genes are very strong.

But Papa's impression was firm, which often pressured his son was not attached to the middle-aged man. He never pressured Desta at all, this kid just wants to learn, wants to be smart. He also did not peg Desta should les here and there. Again, the young man wanted to be alone. Desta also downgraded the talent of the mother, clever painting. My mom loves to design things with pencil strokes. It now has its own boutique with its own clothes. Not too big but has a lot of regular customers.

"Papa thought you liked Key the same." Desta turned his head to the stature of this strapping man in front of him. "Key has a girlfriend." Firm Desta. He looked confused, when his Papa even laughed to make him not so rub cotton into the face of Desta. Is the cotton funny?

"Not to be sad, you are handsome. Many want. You are the only one who digelunjak, the standard is very high. Try to open your heart to the environment around you. Yes, your teen story has no color." Desta sighed listening to the wobble from the Papa. How to open your heart? If Desta ever forgets his password.

"What was that name? Tumben you want to trouble nolongin people." Again the subject is not far from Sema, love, and an honest romance story for the anti-romantic Desta who is lazy to listen.

Desta chose to find another subject. "Pa, Desta's car is broken." Her speech. His flat expression made Doctor Tama snort angrily. Is this the result of his wife's strange midnight cravings chewing ice cubes?

"Can't you?" Ask Papa Desta.

"Collision of the same gate." Answer the younger one. If you look around, Desta and Doctor Tama have almost similar visuals. It's just that Desta has a mole under his lips like the Mama.

Desta. "Not really, just tell me if Desta's car is damaged. Desta's savings are still plenty." Now the Papa is breathing. This place is growing so fast. A new feeling yesterday he asked for a car.

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The girl blinked slowly adjusting the incoming light. Dizziness is still spread when the light feels piercing the eyes. Repeatedly blinked until finally his eyes were able to open perfectly. At the sight that was quite foreign to welcome the eyes, Sema frowned confusedly.

"Ha-r?" When I saw a young man sitting with his head down. Like falling asleep near him. With his hand that held Sema's hand. "Haru?" Call him again, a little hard to be able to make the young man disturbed his sleep.

Haru then looked up, surprised to see Sema was awake. But then smile. "Wake up?" Ask him rhetorically. Sema nodded weakly. Her clothes were changed with hospital clothes.

"Well." Her speech. Haru understood, the young man took the water on the nightstand, then helped Sema drink through a straw.

"Where are you with Mom?" Ask Sema.

"They I told you to go home, Auntie had passed out to see Lo." Answer Haru.

A quick look at the wall clock. It's two o'clock in the night. His gaze now turned on Haru's face which looked bluish. His hand raised stroked slowly Haru's cheek until it made the master grimace.

"This why?" Ask Sema. Haru held onto Sema's hand, moved her from the source of the bruise on her face, then grasped her tightly. "Booking with Desta." The answer. She was surprised for a moment.

"Why lie? You never promised to go home with Desta, did you?" Haru asked, somewhat resolutely looking at her. Sema looked down and smiled. "Gue didn't want to bother you with Keyra." In other words, his smile seemed bitterly forced. This made Haru feel guilty for the incident that befell this girl.

"Denger, Lo priority I'm Sema! Look, because Lo's lies make Lo wretched like a gini." Haru did not yell at him, but that disappointed glare made Sema feel a little guilty.

"Sorry."

"Since I'm with Keyra why has Lo changed?" She was surprised again. This time he turned his face to anywhere as long as he did not look at Haru's sharp netra. Didn't want the broken details to wet his face. "Look at me!" Haru Assert. Sema shook her head making Haru sigh violently. His gaze turned soft, he rubbed softly on Sema's hand.

"Don't make me worry anymore. This is the last one." Said Haru softly. His sad gaze made Sema unable to hold back her cries. Along with Haru who hugged him tightly. Warm embrace, it feels like Sema remembers something.

Desta's hug.