HIGH SCHOOL RELATIONSHIP-SHIT!
The Long Distance Relation - shit 94

Silent. Both papa, mama, om Ibra who happened to be present, and also I who was waiting for an answer.

Well, I guessed this, anyway. If you go to London, papa always permits because there is a grandmom there. But if it is Russia, Visa does not have it.

"Why go to Russia, huh? Mending to Korea noh, it's viral."

I just kept quiet to hear Ibra. Cannot explain anything. The more silent papa makes me know, if this is a rejection.

I glanced at my mom, putting on an expression begging her to help me talk to you.

Mama sighed, I smiled as she tilted her body towards papa.

"Let's do it, Ga. You stay in touch with Tama, so he picks up Arsya at the airport. He can stay there for a few days. I don't think Tama's gonna be a problem."

Papa's eyes can't escape me, not a pleasant look.

"Still small, Du. But it's not English either." Sahut o Ibra's.

"Arsya is 17 years old, um." What a small one. SIM and KTP already have, really.

"Well, that's really fast. New feeling ngerayain 9 years old birthday."

"9 years ago, ip. There's-there's just." Sahut Mama.

"This is the name, I'm old."

Papa glanced at om Iip. "Aren't you aware, lo?"

"Engga. You see, my muke is durable. Hehe."

Hadheh. Even to the joke. I need a definite answer. "Where's pa, ma?"

"Don't, Sya. Far."

Ah, about Iip. Usually also help, this time even grumble.

"Arsha has savings. Papa mama don't worry." I said, when I checked how much the plane to Russia came home and left.

"Who worries about money. Your bones are still cracked. No holiday dates either. How many days are you gonna skip?"

I nodded as Papa said that. Even though I was sick, I could survive if only to Russia. Not for long, though.

"Hm. Bener, thum. The visa section there is also no kidding. 2 weeks just finished." It's obviously Ibra.

Gosh darn. That long? Very upset with her. Why the hell, it's so difficult when it comes to Ari. I think my patience is tested!

"Russia is not a close country. There has to be a lot of preparation to get there. You think rich to Singapore can go back home. You're sick, school too. If you go you can't go alone." Tukas papa firmly. In this case, my mother would not be able to do it.

I'm not excited about this conversation. I was so happy though. Something inside me was not calm, let alone a feeling to be conveyed.

"Russia, again, war. Find somewhere else, how."

I don't know about Ibra anymore. Naturally, he doesn't know anything. But papa, argh...

"Well, how will this semester break be, we go to Russia. Bareng. Yea?" Persuade mom.

I nodded, then got off the sofa and went up to the room.

Well, how about it again. I still have to follow Papa's decision. The part that he said is all true.

Where can I rebel and run away so when all my needs and desires so often pursued. Savings there is also because mama often menggorekin pocket money that I rarely make.

I leaned against the headboard while watching a smiling photograph of Ari hugging her beloved doll.

"Lu, anyway. Why run away all to Russia. If I go to Australia or Singapore, I can still pursue it. Meet once a week, too. This, to Russia." I was upset with Ari.

A second later I smiled as I remembered Ari's crying voice expressing her feelings.

If only he coded, pointing to me, I must be gas. Pinter is hiding feelings.

Huff. Now I don't know what else to do but wait another two months to be able to go with my mom and dad. Patience, Yes, patience.

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I don't think I feel better after knowing how Ari feels. The more you can not calm down, because of this half-and-half situation.

Want to follow, can't. Want to express feelings via phone also can not. So tortured. I finally decided to play a game on the balcony while feeling the night air.

After dinner, I stepped towards the upper balcony with a glass of mama's orange juice.

But when I was upstairs, I saw that papa was there. Standing, alone.

"Pa, what's the matter."

Papa looked back, then faced forward again without caring for me who was sitting on a row, started to pull out the phone.

"Ari was calling. Mom's news is the same papa. He said he's calling you too."

Loh, Ari's number was active again? I tried to call him, but I couldn't.

Papa turned around, leaning his butt on the iron barrier. "What would you like to go there?"

"Don't ask." I looked at the orange juice I had brought. There's water in a cold glass. A drop that looks like a tear. I remember Ari. He must have felt the same. Or maybe worse, because he felt his feelings clapping one hand. He didn't know that I had a different feeling for him first.

"But no what, Arsya patient really, until the holidays later. It's not two months away, is it."

Papa threw the passport on the table. My passport, and the two pieces of paper inside. Whatdoes thatmean?

"Go."

Huh huh? I grabbed my passport and opened the paper inside. Two round-trip tickets to Russia??

"Pa, here..."

"Tomorrow morning at 9, don't be late."

"Pa." I stood up, staring at the ticket in my hand. "The vi-visas?"

"Lucky you, Indonesia and Russia establish cooperation until Indo entry into a visa-free country to Russia."

I'm gaping, can't believe it. T-this..seriously?

"Paaa.."

"What the hell, pa pa pa. Wanna go, won't you? If you don't, papa take this"

"LAT!" I answered quickly, strongly, and vigorously while keeping the ticket out of papa's reach. It is good to take a ticket to happiness again.

Papa smiled at me enthusiastically.

"Thank you, pa." I immediately hugged Papa tightly, until he was tight and beat my back.

"Shaa-shaa-shaaa.." screeches.

"Hehehe. Sorry pa, too excited." I let go of the hug. Look on the precious ticket.

"Rest there. Your trip takes almost 19 hours tomorrow. Later papa send the address of the hotel that has papa booking for you to sleep. Papa also contacted Tama to pick you up at the airport."

Aahs. Papa's. I love you so much.

"There again?" Ask my dad who shook his head quickly.

"Perfect, dad. Love you so much." I'm too happy to immediately run for packing needs tomorrow. Aaahs. I'm sure I won't be able to sleep with my chest this soft!