ATIQA
Chapter 13: Getting Closer (2)

"Do they know I'm a father's son?" ask Echa to Mr. Hartono.

"No"

"Well, if they know! I'll be angry with Dad. Inget well, all my friends know I'm a rich kid. Not the chauffeur's son" said Echa. "Yaudah, I go in first" Echa immediately opened the car door and met with Atiqah who had just passed by Ardi.

Mr. Hartono stroked his chest hearing his eldest daughter's words. His daughter was ashamed to have a father who was a private driver.

"Candle..." Echa ran over to Ardi. Just took off the helmet, put it on the seat.

"I went first to class" Atiqah's hand was held by Ardi. "Wait on! bareng". Atiqah obeyed, standing next to Ardi. Echa's gaze was upset to see Atiqah still remain next to Ardi.

"What?" ask Ardi lazily. Echa precisely focus with Ardi's hand grip on Atiqah. Atiqah just realized and tried to release but Ardi again held him.

"Emm.it's about the art show next week. But it should be both. Ehem..." Echa glanced towards Atiqah.

"You're talking about it with the others. Later the second break, we gather in the room of Osis" replied Ardi firmly. Such a matter should obviously be discussed with all the committee, this is asking for both. Ardi was smart enough to see the situation. Echa just wants to get rid of Atiqah subtly.

"Ooo.ok" Echa clumsy.

"Udah right? ayok Atiqah!" pulling Atiqah back into the school through the side door of the parking lot.

Echa stomped her feet annoyed. "Dammit!!".

"Can he take his hand off? all ngeliatin daritadi" said Atiqah while looking around.

"Ah.maaf Atiqah" releases the grip. The two of them climbed the stairs to their classes. "Later to the hospital. Just wait in class" Atiqah nodded at Ardi's words. He cannot refuse it.

Lala who was worried from yesterday, the messages she sent did not get a reply from Atiqah. Bugs...Lala throws her bag at Atiqah while she pulls the chair and sits down.

"What the hell is La? your persambet?" picking up Lala's bag that fell at her feet.

"I'm sending you a message no one's been booked for. Eh it turns out even cool courtship with ketos. Fucking you! I'm worried you know?!" lala Cecar.

"Sorry.sorry. I forgot to open your message. But about dating, I'm not dating La. Suck it!" open the bag, pull out some books.

"Halah.ngeles you Atiq. Everyone is already on the look you two are holding. That's what it's called if it's not made?!" so anxious, Lala hit Atiqah's arm.

"Aw..sick La! that's not. It was really unintentional. Ardi who first held my hand. There was an Echa. Trus forgot to take off. I'm not talking about. I'll go home from school and still have to go to hospital. Replace keep the father" open English textbooks, there are some questions that he has not done.

"Oh that's it.kirain really is. But there's progress. You used to be very jutek with brother Ardi, uh now it is very familiar. Are you starting to like Ardi?" Lala embraces the arm of Atiqah, wanting to know what friends and ketos have been through.

"I told you not to talk about it anymore" still focused on working on it.

"Ih.got telit. Said friend. I will come to the hospital. Want to nengokin your father" Lala tilted her head, waiting for Atiqah's answer.

"Sorry La, it's not that I don't want to. But I promised, to the same hospital Ardi" Lala automatically release her embrace in Atiqah's arm. Puckered his lips.

"That's right.the temperature goes on. It's definitely. I'm absolutely sure. Wicked you Atiq! no one said anything to me" Lala pretended to be angry, actually she was happy to see Atiqah who was getting closer to Ardi.

"Truly.seriously me. I'm not made up. Mmm.just because of coincidence. Yesterday who helped my father to the hospital. Later on" just as the school entrance bell rang, Atiqah and Lala stopped chatting.

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"You want to eat first? in front of the hospital there is good rice. But if you want" Atiqah said a little loudly.

Ardi looked to the right. "Maybe, I will" replied Ardi equally loudly.

Ardi flicked his motorbike in front of a small stall that read Nasi Uduk Betawi. "This is it, right?" while removing his helmet.

"Yes.bener" Atiqah went down and confirmed the skirt. While Ardi tidied his hair from the rearview mirror. "Udah handsome" chirps Atiqah.

"What?? I'm handsome" Ardi was full of confidence, smiling broadly at Atiqah. From the nod of Atiqah's head, the omens agree. Ardi is handsome.

Atiqah and Ardi sat next to each other in the long chair of the small shop. Ordering two servings of nasi uduk which is famous for being delicious, complete and about the price is cheaper than others.

After eating the rice, Ardi invited Atiqah to buy a fruit parcel to give to Mr. Bondan.

"This one is. Don't be big. Most" said Atiqah when Ardi chose a large parcel.

"Okay, this one is it" Ardi pointed to a medium-size parcel. "This same, this, this is 2kg all yes mas" Ardi said again. Pointing red apples, oranges and pears.

"Who else did it?" ask Atiqah confused.

"Make your sister" Atiqah again feels warm with Ardi's attitude of concern with his family.

Parcel and a few bags of fruit they've brought. The two walked into the hospital after parking Ardi's big motorbike.

"Weight huh? let me bring the other one" Ardi pulled a bag of fruit on Atiqah's right hand. Back to throwing smiles at each other.

"Sir, Ma'am" said Atiqah. Opened the door to his father's room.

"Atiqah.." said Mr. Asri and Mr. Bondan together. Ms. Asri was feeding her husband. The bandage on his head had just been replaced by a doctor.

Atiqah kissed the backs of her father's and mother's hands, as did Ardi.

"Father again eating it. Who ate a lot sir, let the spit heal. It's Ardi's Mba at school" Ardi approached with a decapitated fruit parcel and a fruit pouch on his left hand.

"Piang sir. I am Ardi, Atiqah's upperclassman. I brought you some fruit. Eaten yes sir" Ardi looks very polite and friendly.

"Thank you son Ardi" bu Asri and Mr Bondan back compact. "Repot-repot bring fruit. Mothers and fathers are getting bad with Ardi. Son Ardi has helped a lot" said Ms. Asri, receiving a fruit parcel and a bag. Put it on the nightstand next to the bed. Atiqah put it too.

"These 2 bags made Robi from Ardi, ma'am" Atiqah embraced her mother, rubbing her arms.

"Oh my goodness.more ngrepotin again"

"Not really mom. Poor Robi at home. Robi is very independent. Dare to be home alone. If I have been crying for sure" Ardi so easily entered into the Atiqah family. Talk casual and familiar but remain polite.

"Because get used to son Ardi. Father and mother work to make money for Atiqah school and his sister. So yes, you do not want to be independent" replied Mr. Bondan. Ardi mangosteen.

Seriate....

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Atiqah come again guys 🤗🤗🤗