Cherophophobic
Not Worth Being Happy

A few months have passed. Thanks to Natasha's patience, she gets closer to Kafka. Kafka is also not too indifferent with his upperclassman, he already considers his upperclassman as a friend, emm errat. It's in his mouth. See it again.

"You're gonna graduate in a few months, aren't you?" ask Kafka.

"Ehm, huh? Why?" ask Natasha.

"No, just ask" Kafka replied briefly. But in his heart was a sense of unwillingness. Maybe she did look like she didn't see Natasha as a woman. But deep in his heart he harbored feelings for the girl.

"Ciee, wouldn't you like to be left?" ledek Arzel's.

"Lo's eyes!" kafka with sewot.

"Hazel, but Kaf's right. Don't be pretentious. It's like I'm at the end of it." said Hazel.

"Ho'oh, he said ogah ends courtship." Yora chirped followed by a laugh.

Yep, Arzel and Hazel have been dating since a month ago. Precisely when Arzel was about to do self harm again in the school warehouse and Hazel happened to see it, at that time her heart really melted.

"You're a unique couple" Natasha said.

"He'em, the girl is muscled, the guy is flabby." said Azam followed by a laugh.

"God! No, yeah!" cetus Arzel denied.

Nathan shook his head at the silliness of his friends. The guy looked at Kafka who was laughing at their friends' behavior. To be honest he didn't want to ask this because it definitely ruined the atmosphere. But he had to ask. He felt he had to ask her because this matter had to be quickly resolved. He feared for a long time the mental Kafka affected.

"Lo have no intention of seeing Papa Lo again Kaf?" ask Nathan.

Kafka. He had not thought of seeing his father again since that day. Since hearing what his father said, the man did not want to recognize himself as his son, for several months Kafka did not see his father. Not because of anger, he still thinks positively maybe his father was shocked because of his sudden appearance.

"Sir, pa-pa. Just meet. Maybe now he has changed his mind. Or do I want to be with you?" tawar Natasha's.

Kafka shook his head. "No need, I'll be there with Yohan." replied Kafka while looking at Yohan.

His other friends understood. Nor do they have any envy about Kafka believing in Yohan more than they do. Because, they knew Yohan was the one closest to Kafka. Even though their interaction is a bit stiff, but it seems that the two are like brothers.

"When?" ask Yohan.

"This afternoon? Maybe?" ask Kafka again.

"OK."

*

After school, Yohan returns home to Kafka's house. After eating, they will leave immediately. Before we got to Kafka's house. They stopped at a crossroad. Kafka stared at the house of the little girl who had become his friend.

"Where is he now?" kafka murmur.

Yohan just kept quiet and did not answer.

"Originally, I miss him." said Kafka with eyes full of longing staring at the house in front of him.

Kaila Anastasia Princess. The little girl who had a cheerful nature now did not live in that house anymore. Last year, he and his family moved somewhere. Kaila just told Kafka she was going to move. That day really made Kafka sad, because Kaila left right after one month Anggi died.

"Let's go. You see in a century he won't come either." Yohan chirped.

"Damn Lo." sis Kafka.

The flower shop is no longer running. But Kafka still takes good care of the flowers. There are no flowers at all.

After eating, they immediately took the bike and went to the house of El Hasan Anzalion. Papa of Kafka. They traveled for about 1 hour. Because the distance is quite far from Kafka's house.

Arriving there, it just so happened that El was home. He was banned from entering by security guards. But there came the wife of his father who had just gone shopping, allowing him to come in.

"Whose name are you?" ask the woman.

"I'm Kafka, and he's Yohan. My friend Ma'am." replied Kafka.

"Call Aunty only. By the way, what business are you looking for my husband?" ask the woman again.

"Who's Hara?" ask a man who just came down from the second floor. Yes, it is El Hasan Anzalion.

"Papa." call Kafka.

Hara who was the wife of El immediately glared at her eyes hearing what this boy in front of her had just said.

"How dare you!" snapped El.

"He's not sassy. He is indeed your son." Yohan replied in a cold tone.

"Follow me!" el snapped while pulling Kafka's hand into his study.

Now Hara and Yohan are left in the living room. Yohan looked at the woman who was sitting limp in surprise. His eyes are already glazed.

"Please, tell me what did your friend mean by calling Aunt's husband 'papa'?" hara asked with a trembling voice.

"He's your husband's biological son. His son with Bu Vadya Kaveline." replied Yohan as he was.

Hearing Yohan's reply, Hara's tears that had been held desperately finally fell as well. She did not expect her husband who had always been sweet to her could play this crazy behind her. Even to have a son.

"Please say it's not true..he can't possibly cheat?" ask Hara again.

"Either you are his mistress or my friend's mother is his mistress. Ask your husband." replied Yohan indifferently.

Kafka in El's study.

Plaque! His father threw a bag of money in front of him.

"Take that! And never nullify my family!"

"I have no intention of disturbing papa's family. I'm just asking you to tell me where your mama's grave is." Kafka said.

"On the road of Kuningan! Housing Xx! Go!" snapped El.

After that Kafka came out of his papa's workroom without carrying the money that his papa threw earlier and immediately took Yohan away from the house. Kafka was slightly hurt by his papa treatment he felt insulted by being thrown money like that earlier, even though he did not ask for money at all. But compared to that. His heart was even more hurt to see the family photo attached to the wall of his papa workspace. By looking at the photo, he felt more and more unworthy to be happy. He felt unworthy to be happy, when he almost felt happiness again he was crushed by a fact he could not resist.

"Indeed the unhappy choice was right." said Kafka in his heart with a bitter smile.

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