Florianas
Chapter 19: Jarles Farrell

"I'm sorry it took all this time to kill you again."

Flo's still riveted.

"Flo," call Farrell.

Clamoring Flo, aware of her daydream. And suddenly he felt angry, forgot his note yesterday. Then without saying anything he roasted away just like that. Passing over the side of Farrell, where such a familiar scent oozed out so densely. The aroma that evokes memories that make it even less clumsy.

Hap!

Flo's hand was captured by Farrell. To hold him back from moving on.

"Flo, there's something I want to talk about for a second" Farrell said, softly. Persuading.

Flo. He said, "I'm in a hurry." Then he jerked his hand until Farrell's slack grip slipped away. Then he continued his delayed steps.

When he decides to leave Farrell, Flo fears the man will go after him. But after ten steps he threw, his worries were truly betrayed. Farrell just let him go. There was a speck of disappointment arising in Flo's mind about that reality. What's with him trying?

Flo needed time to get home faster than usual. He was hunting his steps. Want to immediately find himself on his unsynchronized attitude and mind.

Upon arrival in the room, he threw his buttocks on the study chair. Rubbed his face rough. Then change her own hair. He's so frustrated.

I why the hell?! He shouted in his mind, with his hands still stuck in his long hair, as well as eyes looking aimlessly out the glass window. Why am I angry? Because Farrell didn't tell me to make another girl? But that's his right. I only****could be able to get baper. Farrell just thinks I'm a friend. Not more.

Flo dropped his head on the table. Knock his forehead slowly on the hard surface of the wood. Where on each beat, he cursed himself.

Tuk.

"****, just friends."

Tuk.

"****, just friends."

Tuk.

"****, just friends."

So it goes on until a consciousness comes to it. Throw it like a storm. Make his body back up.

Just friends.

Is correct.

But if we're both just friends, then why is Farrell so far away from me, and Arina isn't? Why has Farrell been avoiding me since he turned back his ex but still behaving normally with Arina? I am the same Arina as the same status. Just friends.

Benak Flo was silent for a while. No longer a ria monologue. His mind was working hard, busy guessing. Until a conclusion came to his mind.

Farrell was intent on making me a baper... Just play around. And so I pack the same all the sweet talk and treatment.

He also would not want to remember the warning of Kak Farah.

"Hobinya ninggalin a girl who has been very baper with him. So be careful."

Flo's anger that had died out again flared up. He also snatched some paper that was attached to the surface of the fish jar at once. Look at a long-hidden piece of glass. Showing fish****** in blue that swims quietly without caring about the chaos of Flo's current feelings.

Looking at the fish, a glimmer of sad feeling slipped into his fury. Make his eyes feel pierced with heat that makes clear crystals begin to pool in the eye fertilizers. He felt sorry for himself, angry at his own feelings. He cursed his heart that fell too easily. Suck when fully realized—after all this disappointment—that his feelings of joy did not immediately burst forth.

"I hate you so much" Flo said to the fish ******. Removing a strip of her tears that scratched a trace on her cheek.

***

"You want what nitip?" asked Arina, upon arrival at Flo's room. He was in full uniform, ready to go to school.

Flo did ask Arina to stop by for a while because there was someone she wanted to leave. Arina is now in her room.

With his limp hands, Flo reached into his school backpack. His face is still pias. The heat hasn't come down much either. That's why he didn't go to school today. He has a fever and his stomach acid is rising. Since last night he has been shivering and vomiting violently. It felt, the pain this time was impromptu, with no cue at all.

"This," said Flo, weakly. Showing a tie and a stupid blue scarf he forgot to return when confronted by the man yesterday. But where could, anyway, yesterday he was so rushed away, between hate or fear of losing control.

Arina took the two things from Flo's hand while looking at him probing.

"Whose hand?"

"Farrell," said Flo. Together with that answer coming out of his mouth, his stomach churned. Not because I want to vomit, but heartburn. Like someone squeezed his stomach. A similar sensation he experienced when he met Farrell.

Arina's eyebrows lifted. "Gue thought you guys had a problem. You guys avoid each other. But how come Farrell's stuff is in lo? Or are you backstreet?"

"Backstreet what the fuck," Flo denied. He moved back to his bed. Drown yourself in the warmth of a mattress and blanket. "That's his old stuff. I've been with you for a long time, forgot to turn around."

"I see."

"Help, Rin," pinta Flo.

"It's ok." Arina shrugged her shoulders. "Yes, I went to school first. Pity bebeb January waiting." He scowled. "GWS, Flo," he added. He pulled a piece of apple over the nightstand before heading out.

"Thank you," Flo replies, raucous.

After Arina died, Flo continued to sleep his chicken. He coiled under the covers, looking for the most comfortable position for each sore joint.

Until then, the chicken sleep fell into a phase of deep sleep. Bringing him a series of random and exhausting dreams: dreams run aimlessly and without end, dreams of catching lumps of light that he cannot hold, dreams of his feet twined until he fell down without being able to rise again, and the dreams were as beautiful as those other. There was only one different dream, which felt real; he dreamed of seeing Farrell, clasping his hand. It's weird, right? It was the only dream that did not make him tired and desperate. In fact, the dream was calming.

When Adzan Zuhur reverberated, Flo gasped, he woke up from his dream. He found himself bathing in sweat under the covers at twelve p.m., with his AC dead. He then opened the blanket and sat down on the head of the bed. Still trying to calm themselves from the contrast of the dream and real world.

After a long time, Flo groped his forehead. It was not too hot, but his head was still dizzy.

"You're awake."

Flo turned to the source of the voice, seeing Mama waltzing through the doorway carrying a tray in both hands.

"That's mending?" asked Mama, after she put the tray on the nightstand. The tray contains a bowl of chicken soup, a plate of rice along with a glass of water. Just look at Flo's nausea.

Flo nodded.

"Let Mama check first."

Mama stuck the thermometer in Flo's ear. A few seconds later, he pulled it out again. There is the number 37°. Almost normal.

"Thank God it's coming down" said Mama. "Yes, eat first. Take the medicine."

Hearing the word eat, stomach acid Flo immediately rose. There are no signs that the meal will go smoothly without interspersed going to the toilet to vomit.

"I want to take a shower" Flo said. "Silky. It's so uncomfortable."

"Yes already. Mama lived first. After the food," said Mama, moved from the side of the bed.

"Yes," Flo replied.

Flo's riveted. His breath was automatically held.

Farrell's?

What the hell is he doing here?

"Long time he was waiting for you."

Ungoverned, Flo's eyes moved to glance at the empty chair near her feet that she had just ignored.

"Wait where?" ask Flo.

"Mama tell him to wait here. Because she wants to see you, she wants to say something important."

"Mama... Not Mama..." Flo hesitantly asked, not wanting to recall the incident three months ago. His chest was still sore each time he remembered the incident.

"As you say, Mama should believe you, because you're Mama's son. You have never disappointed once. In addition, Mama has believed in Farrell since she left. Mama's sure he's a good boy and he won't mess around. Anyway, the door to her room is still Mama's open."

Flo's eyes are hot. He had a haru taste attack. It was great to hear my mom trust him.

"When did Farrell come?" ask Flo.

"Around nine o'clock. He said come home early, there's a teacher meeting."

"What time does he come home?"

"An hour ago."

Two hours. Two hours Farrell was just waiting for him to sleep. The thought made Flo's stomach growl and her heart beat wildly without her dying.

"Mama told me to wake you up, but she didn't want to. He said you look good."

After Mama left, Flo stepped into the bathroom with a full mind. If Farrell had been here before, would his dream of Farrell be real? Don't tell me he really held the man's hand tight.

Flo raised her right hand. Looking at the palm he used to hold Farrell's hand in his dream earlier.

Whoa...

He shook his head. Where possible. It must have been a dream. It would be crazy if he really nodded Farrell's hand after yesterday he acted coldly on the man.

Flo spent a long time in the bathroom. When he finished, he prayed for a while before starting to water his stomach with a bowl of chicken soup and taking medicine.

It was almost two o'clock when Arina walked into her room, while she was holding down a glass of water.

"Flo" said Arina, her tone was like one complaining. "Si Farrell doesn't want me to reverse the scarf tie. He wants to accept you back." He occupies the seat where Farrell was a few hours ago. "And I told you you're not going to school because you're sick. But he still won't accept it. He said he was waiting for you to get well."

Flo sighs. Why is Farrell so complicated, anyway?!

"It seems, after all, it's just his wits to meet you," Arina speculates. "Somehow, I'm surprised, you two have a problem what, anyway, to avoid each other?"

"There's no problem" Flo said, accepting Arina's tie and scarf. "Instantially, you said he wanted me to get behind the tie."

"Ck!" Arina clucked. "Yes indeed, but it's only now—today. You guys avoided each other before, right?"

Flo just shut up. He didn't want to talk about something that had passed.

"Yes, don't want to tell a story." Arina stand. "Gue's coming home, sleeping. Tired."

"Thank you, Rin," said Flo. He felt rather guilty.

"Yes," said Arina, stepping away.

Flo watched Arina who was walking on her back. The tip of her white shirt was half out of the waist of the blooming skirt. He looked really tired, but he came home early.

"Oh, Rin!" call Flo.

"mm?" Arina.

"What meeting teacher?"

"Meet?"

Flo nodded.

"There's no meeting. I'm thankful that there was a teacher meeting."

"Don't go home soon?"

"Boro-boro," complained Arina. He also went on his steps.

Farrell lied, Flo thought. He skipped school to see her.

But why would he do that?

What do you want Farrell for?

Three months ago he suddenly disappeared, we suddenly came as if there was no long time lag to keep them away.

Flo stared at the tie and the scarf in his hand. Then he stood up, towards his backpack on the table.

I don't know, he doesn't understand Farrell, he'll try not to care either. Tomorrow he will try to return the men's belongings without much interaction, then already, that's all. He will return to his corner, further away from the boisterous Farrell who once made him fall.

Unfortunately, the plan had already been put to trial when his eyes were rubbed with Farrell's jar that looked different from yesterday. There—covered the void he created yesterday—there were notes in handwriting that differed from his writing stuck to a glass jar.

Flo unplugged one of the notes, then continued to take turns pulling out the other paper. Make her eyes hot. Makes his chest feel tight.

You are not***, Flo. I am the one ****.

You're not ridiculous.

It's all real.

Don't forget me first.

Don't let go of the dolphins anymore.

Spontaneous Flo raised her right hand when reading a message about the marine mammal. And sure enough, there, hanging on an emerald green bracelet that encircles his wrist, a metallic hanger shaped like a— whale that he once thought was a dolphin.

He nodded in his chair. Didn't expect Farrell to still remember that trivial memory. He was even more unconcerned by the fact that a while ago Farrell was in his room, putting on a bracelet hanger he dropped weeks ago.

Flo grabs the last sheet of notes Farrell left behind, then reads them. A short sentence, just three words, that makes the rain fall back from the eye peluhan.

Sorry, it's gone.

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