You're Mine!

『First Kiss』

Just like some time ago, this shop is not so crowded. There were only a few people who were eating while chatting. Andika's mother glanced at me and then stood up with graceful movements. He poured some money into Dad and stepped out.

I let out a breath. Trying to understand when looking at the table, it looks like some of the food ordered by Andika's mother has not been touched. Only mango juice is left a little in a large glass. I approached, then took all the food to the kitchen and wrapped it up. Instead of redundancy, it is better to give to beggars.

"Where's your boyfriend?"

I glanced at Dad.

"Why don't you tell me you have a boyfriend?"

"Nothing to tell, Dad. We're just cementing" I said, grabbing the plastic and putting three packets of food in. After that I grabbed some dirty dishes then put them in the sink, turned on the faucet, then wet the foam and gave him the dishwashing liquid.

"Dad didn't forbid you. Just sa-"

"Well." yeah." Cut me quick. "I'm not really dating her, really. Wait a minute!" I put two fingers in the air. Dad nodded slowly. But her sweet black face looked incredulous.

"Dad believes in you. I didn't forbid you to date. As long as he's a good guy."

Dad can't believe it easily. I looked at Dad and nodded. "Ready, Dad. But he and I are not dating." I arranged the dishes into a small shelf attached to the wall and walked away from Dad. Dad followed.

"Well, I'll go home first, okay? There's a paper assignment, I gotta do it."

Dad nodded. I waved my hand while stepping back.

Here I am now, sitting on a microlet with a couple of moms with a shopping cart at their feet. Two old men sat in front of me, heartlessly continuing to puff out cigarette smoke. Can't stand his shoulder, I immediately pulled out a tissue and covered my nose.

Back then, when Mom and Dad weren't divorced, I never rode a microlet. Saban left and went home from school, or anywhere, there was always a driver ready to take her. If you do not cheat, there will be no division of property. Perhaps also, our lives are getting richer.

Dad was at the peak of his career when Mom filed for divorce. Father sadly dragged on until he unknowingly made some mistakes that made the company where he worked suffered a big loss. Dad was eventually laid off with a severance.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

I reflexively looked to the side. A mature brown-skinned man with disheveled hair was looking at me. He was wearing an alma mater. His hand carried two thick printed books.

I smiled a little. "Nothing" I said as I continued to smother my nose.

"Sir, sorry, my friend is allergic to cigarette smoke. Can you please turn it off?"

A fella? I cringe. Just know no. He immediately gave me the code by winking an eye.

The two fathers in front of us looked at me for quite a while and finally threw the remaining cigarette out of the microlet. I exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Thank you."

He smiled a little. Then open one of the books he brought.

Twenty minutes later, I called out to stop, give the driver a fare, and then go into the alley.

"Wait!"

I'm turning. That high-bodied guy who was being pushed.

"Do you know Rama? I'm Rama's friend."

"IAIN Sementer 6 students, right?" ask me while continuing my steps. He stepped beside me. The hot air makes me want to get home soon.

"Yes, he said he was sick. I'm his classmate."

"Ooh, that. It just so happens that we are in line. His house is right next to mine."

He nodded, paying attention to my appearance for a moment, then said, "You went to IAIN too?"

"Ooh, it's worth never seeing you. I'm Arga, you?"

"Aiy." I shook his hand. He smiled a little.

"Thank you, huh? I'm a little claustrophobic when I smell cigarette smoke."

He nodded. "Sama, me too."

"Aren't you a smoker?" I looked at him in doubt. Nowadays, even SD children already smoke. Arga smiled, then nodded convincingly.

"I've arrived. That's Rama's house."

He smiles. "Then we meet, Ai." Then he quickly left me. I immediately opened the door and walked towards the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of dewy mineral water and drank it quickly. It's really good to taste.

***

I immediately got up to my feet when I heard the door of my room being knocked on and rushed to open it. In front of me, Dad stood with a tired face.

"Did you bother you?" ask her while looking into the room. Father shook his head as his gaze was prettiest on my study table that looked messy by the books. Not only on the table, the floor was filled with paper fists.

"Dad always said, girls have to be diligent."

I spontaneously spread out my arms to keep Dad from entering. Usually, while babbling, I'll take care of it.

"I'm learning, Dad. I'll take care of it when it's done."

Dad breathed, then nodded. "If you have, meet dad. There's something important I want to talk about."

"If you want to talk, just talk now, Dad."

Dad shook his head. "Finish your studies first. And that, don't forget the beresi."

I put my hand on my forehead like I was respecting. "Ready, Yeah."

Dad closed my bedroom door from the outside. I exhaled, wondering what Dad was going to say. What about the food stall?

I slowly sat down and went back to writing the material that I was summarizing, but could not focus because my mind kept twitching in that direction. What if Dad really intended to sell his food stall like he said a few days ago? So what about my college tuition?

As I became less and less concentrated, I finally reached for the books, piled them together in the corner of the table and walked towards the courtyard where Dad was sitting in a long chair. His head looked up, at the sky illuminated by the flickering stars. On the right side of Dad sat down, there were two bottles of fizzy drink.

"Sit down."

I obediently sat down immediately.

Father looked. "Did you miss your mother?" tanyanya slow. From the light of the street lamp, Dad's face looked sad.

I looked at Dad full of probes. Since her divorce and Mother's three years ago, I've only been talking about Mom this time. Dad told me once when he lost his job, Dad said, I don't have a mother. My mom is, Dad.

Of course I was sad when Dad told me to think Mom was dead. However, I always covered up my grief considering Dad was so hurt on his divorce. I try to always be cheerful in front of Dad, even though I secretly expect Mom to come back.

But my mother never came back. In fact, just seeing me at school never. So, gradually I began to hate Mom, burning away all the memories that had been created with her no matter she was the woman who had given birth to me.

"If you miss him so much, Dad's fine if for a while you stay at his house until graduation."

I smell bad. Do you want to kick me out of here because of his unstable financial condition? I'm really okay even though Dad doesn't have any money. But stay with Mom ....

I shook firmly. I hate Mom. Hate it.