HIGH SCHOOL RELATIONSHIP-SHIT!
Ungkapin Feelings 62

"Morning, baby."

Papa greeted me at the dinner table as my feet touched the last rung of stairs. I followed the routine you gave me. One of them is breakfast.

"Hello. Ariva, right?"

I stood with my hands hidden behind thick sleeping pajamas. The season is not cold anymore. But for me who have lived in a hot city for a long time, 20°C is cold.

I nodded at the slender woman in office clothes. Her hair was brick in color with one pigtail in the back.

She must be Evelyn. Papa's secretary at the office who came today brought me all the supplies. Papa said yesterday.

"I'm Evelyn. Nice to meet you." He came closer and smiled at me. "I have brought everything you need while you're here."

"Thanks, Evelyn."

"Just call me, Eve." He said, then stepped out of the house.

"Sit, baby. There's something you need to explain."

I pulled up my chair and sat down in front of Papa. I noticed the kind of breakfast on the table. Bread, jam, and milk. It makes no difference in the same home.

"Papa has registered you tutoring Russian and school in international class to make it easier for you to speak, considering now you do not know Russian."

I listened, smearing chocolate jam on wheat bread.

"School is tomorrow, because today you have to rest. We were almost 12 hours ago. So, go around here first because papa can not take you for a walk. Papa's job is stacked."

I nodded again. I see, yes. So papa will be busy.

While chewing, my eyes stared at the entire corner of the room. Big and classy. Why would you build a big house if it was just him and a maid?

"Pa's."

"Yes?"

"Name Ari, change it."

The forehead of the papa forms a small fold. He looks confused.

"Ari doesn't want to have Tania's name back. Throw away and replace the others."

Tania, mom's name. What's his name there for, if I'm not considered.

"Oh, yeah." Papa put down his bread and looked at me with confidence. "So there's a name instead?"

Emm. I don't know. I haven't thought about it.

"What if.. Papa's name is behind?"

"Good." Answer me and go back to chewing. Whatever it is, the important thing is not to have any more Tania.

After breakfast and changing clothes, I went around the park. Large and green. I liked. Moreover, the weather is good, not as hot as Indonesia Northwest of Java Island.

Heh. I took a deep breath. I haven't activated HP. Papa also had time to give a new simcard because my old card can not be used here. But males ah. Why should I open HP? There I terrorized Arsya for running away secretly.

I'm here, I want to forget him.

CK. Lupain. Where could it be! Well, at least I can rest easy because I can't see that she's the same as Vita.

Errghh. think again. Nausea.

"Hey! Ariva, right?"

I looked back and found a man approaching me.

"I'm Jay, your assistant." He reached out his hand, taking the salaman.

I stared at his hands and face in turn. His face had no bulls. It is similar to the Javanese face.

"I don't need an assistant." I replied indifferently, ignoring his hand and looking forward again.

Papa whatever, why use send everyone.

"Come 'on. Your daddy asked me to achieve you as long as you're here." He said again, familiar, and I don't like it.

Unwilling to give up, he stood in front of me, blocking the scene to the point of making my eyebrows furrow. What the fuck!

"Wanna go to somewhere?" He offered a cheerful face.

I let out a breath. "Your full name?"

Eyebrows raised. "My.. fullname?"

I nodded with both hands folded on my chest. Curious. The logic is different too. He must be Indo.

"Hm.. Jay." Jay."

"Jay?" I looked at him, asking for his full name.

"Jayadi. Hehe."

Nah, kan. Did I say. Substantial. Nyapa fellow Indo abroad do not use England, is. Is it difficult to use your own language as long as there is no one here.

"I am actually Indonesian. Hehe." He kept on whining.

"Em.. non Ari want me to go?" Ask. Switch languages and sound more polite.

"No. I want to be alone."

"Relatedly? No, you don't know the area yet."

"I might not stray too if in the garden of my own house!"

"Hehe. Yeah, hell."

Silent. He looked ahead with his cheerful face. You're not going, tong?

"Em. oh yes, non Ari-"

"Riva. Call me Riva."

"Eh, yes. I mean, non Riva."

"Neither do not use."

Jay cleared his throat, then continued. "Ep.. Riva, is there anything else you can help?"

"No."

"Correct? You can give me the first assignment. So I can report to Mr. Tama."

I breathe again. "Your first job, get out of here and leave me alone."

"Eh?"

My eyebrows rose, telling him to leave with my eyeballs rolling to the side. And he left too.

Hufft. I want to be alone. Very stubborn of him.

Oh my God, I haven't been here one day. But my mind is screwed and keeps going around thinking about Arysa. CK!

I need to find an activity. Yes, activities.

...🍭...

School, lab practice, Russian tutoring, papa go shopping, wherever I go. But still, I don't really feel happy.

What's up, anyway. I've been here 6 days. Why is it so hard for my mind to escape from Arsya. What's so great about that kid that I have to think about? CK. Sucks.

"Darling, why aren't you eating? From there, the food kept stirring. You have no taste?"

I immediately confirmed my sitting position. A little guilty because papa always took time for me, especially dinner like this. As much as possible papa came home on time to be able to have dinner with me. But I'm like this.

"Or. Is the food not good?" Continue papa again.

"Honey son, pa." I feed a spoon of rice to my mouth with great difficulty. Unappetizing.

"Oh yeah, when do you want to activate the phone, hm?"

Don't know, pa. I'm afraid there are a lot of notifications that make me more confused with friends, nursing homes, mothers, and.. Arsyans.

"You're upset that papa told Jay to come with you. But how'd papa call you?"

"I-yes, Ari will be active."

"Ah, one more." Papa put down the spoon, then opened his briefcase which had been on the bench since. "It's.a little weird." Said papa while staring at some sheets of paper he was holding.

"You don't care about Arsya, do you?"

I pecked with unblinking eyeballs at papa. What was? What the hell's going on? Arsya why?

"He. send a lot of messages to papa's office email, to the secretary, financial department, also papa's email." Papa put the papers right in front of me. I slowly picked it up, watching the contents.

"Papa has already printed out all incoming messages from Arsya. He sent in English, Indonesian, Russian that papa sure nyomot in Gugel translate."

Arsha... Sending this many messages every day?

'Good Morning's. I'm sorry for disturbing your time, sir, but. can I ask you numbers of Ariva Tania? I need it so much, thank you.'

'Hi, good evening. I am Arsya Alexander. I am so sorry if my messages are changing you but please, can you give me a phone number of pak Nugra Tama as your CEO or his daughter, Ariva Tania, please. I know this isn't polyte but I need it so much. Thank you.'

'Hello. Can you ask for his help? Please give this number to Mr. Tama's son, Ariva Tania. 082237XXXXXX, Thanks🙏.'

And there are many other messages. Five days, and Arsya sent a message 57 times with different contents.

I lowered it hard under the table as my hands trembled, as well as tears that were about to flow.

"Call him right away, baby. Maybe there's something he wants her to say."

I just nodded with my face down. It was hot in my eyes until I couldn't hold back the dam that finally spilled.

Yes, Sya. Sorry to make you come. Tonight I will contact you.

TB

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