Arti 'E
A Beginning

It was getting late, the conversation between us continued. My mother asked permission to go out for a while to make a friend snack as a snack to chat but Arfa refused politely. Seeing that I wailed and let Mom out to make snacks immediately.

"You're a forced sometimes, too"

While looking at me sitting on the bed, Arfa said that in a light tone. I did that spontaneously, because I think otherwise he would have just said goodbye to us and gone home. I don't care, even though it's selfish, I want to spend more time with Arfa.

He grabbed a glass filled with cold syrup and drank it and then asked something

"Does that genie still bother you?"

"Do not need to answer, Arfa also already know"

"I don't know" and he put a glass next to his seat.

"Lied-"

I strongly believe Arfa can guess to some extent what I've been through and that doesn't mean that I've been silent without telling her anything.

"I can only guess, and my guess won't be 100% right before I hear from your sweet mouth"

Huh huh? Did I hear wrong? Spontaneous reaction I was really embarrassing, I threw a pillow in my lap and threw it at Arfa. He grimaced, caught the pillow and instead buried his face in the pillow.

Suddenly I panicked and felt embarrassed not playing, a strange sound from my throat came out due to a reaction I did not expect at all. He even laughed a little and grabbed the pillow casually.

"The wind really makes me comfortable"

"Udaaaaahh, don't do that anyway"

The more seduced, the more wrong I was. This man in front of me is really good at talking, I know and am aware of it. He can disguise a truth without having to lie or make things go his way with just his excellent speaking skills.

I'm really happy. I can't believe the day I got sick made me feel happy. I will not comment on what if in the future I get sick again, but if the atmosphere like this will continue to happen, I will not reject it.

"Dye... Like you-"

I, without realizing a sentence just came out of my throat. Even with a low tone, if Arfa heard it I would be really embarrassed. He was looking at me when I said that word. I hope that the sentence just now did not reach Arfa's ears because it was so slow without my consciousness saying it.

"Yes. I know-"

A very light answer came out of this man's mouth without any guilt. As a result I slightly raised my head and slowly tears came out. As strong as the resistance but without power, these tears still flow with a small groan that stifles the throat I hold out.

Arfa stood up, taking something out of her pants pocket. A patterned green handkerchief, spread out and rubbed gently on one of my wet eyes. I realized this was not a handkerchief with good fabric quality, but this delicate touch made it feel comfortable when rubbed. Instead of stopping, these tears even intensified because of the treatment of Arfa, but he still gently rubbed it with a handkerchief.

Realizing that her handkerchief was wet and I was still crying, she wiped the rest of my tears with her thumbs with a slight squeeze of both of my cheeks Arfa took the time to touch my lips which were also wet with tears.

We heard the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs, Arfa stood up slowly and retreated to sit back, not long after my mother came to bring snacks and we continued chatting while eating the food that my mother had made.

It was almost eleven in the evening and Arfa was still in my room chatting lightly. Really, I really wish we could be like this forever. But I already realized it's impossible.

"At this hour, I have to go home"

"Jangaan, iih-"

In a spoiled tone, I rejected his own proposal. I just wanted to be a little selfish, even though Arfa had been more than enough from the beginning to accept my selfish desires.

"Wait a minute Nak Arfa, his father Ayu will come home at 11 o'clock -"

"Yes, let Papa who nganter Arfa take home. Anyway if you go home now the public transportation is already a little and quiet"

I slightly interrupted my mother's words and revealed some facts to support my own wishes. Arfa looked at me and smiled a little.

The longer I stay with Arfa the lighter my body is to give. Slowly I was able to move normally without feeling dizzy or nauseous, finally we moved from my room to the living room on the lower floor. Not long after that, my father came home.

"Sufficient rest Ayu, so I can quickly go back to school"

"Too tomorrow, Arfa wants to pick up Ayu, Ayu tomorrow can go straight to school"

"Hoo-"

Arfa responded only slightly to my words. I realized that my Dad and Mom were looking at us when I said that sentence.

"You can use our motorbike, son, let's come to school with Ayu boncergan aja"

It seems that my father agreed and instead gave me some advice that really supported me. Good Papa, dear Ayu Papa anyway.

"I thought I'd tell you if I could"

"The man must immediately give certainty, Son Arfa"

Again, advice from my parents, this time from my beloved mother. I really love you, Mama, Papa.

"Alright, alright. I'll come here tomorrow to pick up Ayu"

Accepting defeat, Arfa nodded at the advice of both my parents. I'm so happy and happy because tonight won't just end, it should.... A long time ago I played aggressively like this, otherwise this man would have taken another troublesome woman.

***

Eleven o'clock is past, or maybe half twelve nights. I may not have come out until last night at my young age, but this is the first time I've come home at a time like this.

After greeting and parting ways, I who was joined by his father Ayu began to move to take Me home.

"I'm sorry my son Son Arfa if he's a little pushy"

Indeed, I think also today he was really aggressive not as usual. If only I hadn't restrained myself it might have been troublesome earlier.

"He's usually a submissive child, not much he wants"

Not yet I had time to answer the first statement, Ayu's father threw the second in the same tone. I only answered as a stale base with respect to Him.

"As a Dad, I know how my daughter behaves towards you, Son Arfa. Can I leave my child?"

"You shouldn't leave your father's daughter to a teenage boy carelessly"

"Haha, yes of course. I know, I understand. But, you are different from other children, as adults Saya and Ayu Mother see you as a boy who has grown up even though your age is as good as our daughter"

"I am still a man"

I answer this as an emphasis on something, I want to avoid this kind of language but with a calm atmosphere and at least the vehicle that passed by making our chat on a motorcycle can still be heard clearly.

'I am still a man' I emphasize this sentence as a warning that a nature that God has given cannot be changed, even with maturity or anything. I just wanted to take this uncle's thoughts in that direction and make his own decision as a father of a girl in love.

Our little chatter continues with some questions in 'interrogation' brackets from a father to a male student, which is Me.

Twenty minutes and finally to the end. I got off the bike and tried to grab Uncle's right hand, and he greeted him. A greeting that is usually done by a child to a parent or an older person or an elder person. A frame of respect, kiss hands. That's my opinion, my personal opinion.

It seems like my family's all asleep, I think so. But it seems my father is still there, waiting for me at the door and chatting with his friend. Seeing me go home he approached, the two of them chatted to each other as fellow 'fathers'. Ayu's father told me a little bit that I was very helpful in the development of the health of his daughter and he was very grateful. My father offers to stop by for a while and make a copy, but Ayu's father refuses.

Good thing, it'll be longer the night if these two dads chat until morning. Ayu's father said goodbye and went away. My father looked at me and told me to get ready for bed. Although not in a beautiful tone, or more in a direction of command. But I can still feel something in my father's words, yes of course a feeling between Father and Son.

My father and mother slept on the first floor, while the second floor separated the room without having to go inside the first floor. A staircase leading to the second floor was in front of the living room door, so I didn't need to enter the first floor. Almost all of my needs as a student are already on the second floor, so it doesn't matter.

After some preparation for the break, I lay down on the bed and recalled the actions I had just done to Ayu. As a man, normal means of course my heart beats fast with what I do myself. I tried to stay calm and relaxed as much as possible so as not to look nervous as I was.

As a man, and as a young man. This is a golden age where surely we young people will enjoy a young time with many things, one of which is of course love. But do I really need it? I asked, the answer in my head is of course 'Yes, you need it' but I didn't swallow this raw thought and looked for some other argument for another life scenario.

Let me play with my own mind until I fall asleep.