HIGH SCHOOL RELATIONSHIP-SHIT!
The surprise! 57

"Deevies. Cool, Pabo!"

Kai and Hajoon walked into the classroom and quickly sat down where they were.

"Gue saw how load ngadepin Vita. Cool!" Kai raised both of his thumbs.

"Huh. You still bullied Vita, Va?" Ask Karin, because I didn't tell her anything about it.

"Yes. I'm talking about my rumors."

"God. Crazy huh, I think he'll be scared of you!"

"So, bokap you have made a collaboration with bokap Vita yes, Va?" Ask Hajoon anyway.

"That's it, really."

"Well, who did you call?" Ask Kai curiously.

"There's not. I am ekting. Yes, I can do as I please to cooperate with my bokap other companies."

"Huh?" Kai looked shocked, and cheated on me. Hehe.

"Haha. How's Vita's face, Va?" Karin asked while chuckling.

"Ngga knows. I ain't seein."

"Shock it, Kasian saw it too." Answer Hajoon.

"But, Bo. If it turns out after this there is no effect, he will know if you just snapped him." Kai said, making me think again.

Yeah, too, anyway.

"But I don't know if I have a relationship with the company bokap Vita or not."

"Just ask me first."

Do you want me to ask him that? Didn't you interfere too much in papa's business? I don't know, try it later.

...🍭...

Papa said he still had a little work to do before he met me this afternoon. We'll have our last dinner before papa leaves for Russia tomorrow morning.

I opened the closet, wanted to take clothes to prepare to go to the location that has been reserved papa.

When I wanted to choose clothes, my eyes accidentally caught the arrangement of old clothes on the top shelf. There was one pink shirt that held a bad memory for me.

I pulled the shirt from the pile and unfolded it. My clothes were about 4 years old.

I don't know why I keep this shirt. The clothes I wore when I first visited the parlor, before I knew my parents would leave me here.

This shirt was the one my mom picked up and bought at the mall before we visited the parlour. She put me in this, she said this dress is very beautiful and suitable if I wear it.

These clothes have bad memories, because when they left me, this is what I was wearing. I cried hysterically and tried to run after my mom and dad who got into the car and left me.

Mother, the one who kept holding me nonstop until I saw her tears spilling.

Mother must curse papa and mama who could leave me here.

Well. My tears are melting again.

I used to kiss this shirt when I miss my mom. But now what's it for? He just thinks I don't exist.

I threw it in the trash. Forget the woman, and will live well as she asks. Because I have to live, so that he knows, I can be happy without his affection.

The tring!

I approached the nightstand and grabbed my phone. My eyebrows fused to see a new number and a picture was sent to me.

I downloaded the image, long enough the screen showed a sign of being loading, until I was surprised to hear something.

TRANGS!

The sound of broken glass made me approach the window immediately. The sound came from Arsya's room.

Mother?

Mother was in the doorway. What was? Did something happen to Arsya?

I ran down quickly and immediately went up to the mother's house. My feeling is not good, there must be something to make you surprised so.

I see broken glass everywhere.

"Mother, there's ap..."

I swallowed back the sentence I wanted to get out when I saw what was going on in Arsya's bed.

It breaks my heart to see this sight. A sight that I shouldn't have seen because it was so dirty in my vision.

Just last night. Just once, he came to calm me down, kiss my forehead, and accompany me to sleep. The fact that everything he did to me to look present was not as painful as when I saw him sleeping with this woman.

"Vi-vita.."

Yes, Vita. He was shocked to death to see the two of us standing looking at him. He quickly picked up his clothes lying on the floor.

While Arsya, she moves from sleep with an uncollected consciousness. His body was covered until it covered his innocent waist without a strand.

"Withy.." Arsya slowly opened her eyes, she muttered calling the name of the woman with her hoarse voice.

"Archiah. How dare you do that here." Mother's voice raucous. He was just as surprised as me.

"M-sorry Aunt.." said Vita, starting to cry.

Mother bowed, feeling her advice had been in vain.

I can't describe my feelings right now. Disappointed, broken, broken, it doesn't feel like it can represent everything that happens.

I turned around and left from there. Arsya's words last night, the form of spirit he gave, it seems that it was just so I was not too late in sadness. Not because he really loves me.

And I realized, that everything he said about his relationship with Vita was a lie

So, is everything Vita really saying? That Arsya lied to me because she knew I liked her, or maybe she didn't want me to know about her relationship with this woman I hated.

It feels like escaping. I want to escape all the chaos my heart feels.

I know it's Arsya's right. Everything is his life and his choice. I don't want to protest or be angry with him. I'm just....

I closed the window and locked it. I cried so hard, sat down when my feet felt like I had no footing. Just now I feel happy because of all Arsya's words, but as broken as if he did not want me to build up hope to be with him.

I hugged my knees with a gasp of breath, crying again until my chest ached. Arsya, I know I have no right to be angry at your choice. But I can't force my heart to support that. If that's your way, sorry, I can't keep you company.

...🍭...

Messed up. My mind is really fucked. Though this morning I was excited when I remembered Arsya's encouragement for me. But now his sentence could not arouse my sad mood.

'Sadness will not make you fall. Right, eh?'

Wrongfully. Because the sadness this time was able to make all the things I built inside me fall and shatter instantly.

"Rl.."

I wiped away the flowing tears, then looked at papa while forcing myself to smile. It's the last day I met papa. It should be a precious moment. But I kept crying like this.

I fell terribly, Arsya's affection that builds my spirit also collapsed. He said, someone still loves me. Wh who? He just like me.

"You're still sad about mom?" Ask papa slowly.

How do I tell this all to papa, when my tongue becomes frozen, and my own mind can not remember the events.

"You still have papa, son." Papa clasped my hand, as if answering all the questions that came to my mind.

"A-ari wasn't sad because of it.." I stopped, as my chest throbbed from a tremendous whimper.

".. but because.. Ari won't split up with me.."

Papa grabbed me by the body, then pulled me in his arms.

"Darling.."

"Ari's coming, huh, pa? Take Ari to papa's house. Ari wants to come with papa..." I kept crying, until papa made a big hug and rubbed my head.

"Ari.. want to go with papa?"

I nodded quickly. "Yes. Ari's.. Ari wants to get out of here."

And that night at a restaurant, my dad and I just spent time hugging each other, because somehow, my tears were endless...

TB