It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 42: First Meeting (Part 2)

Olivia asked me to get out of the bookstore by force, and once again told me to help her get sick. I'm not someone who likes to interfere with other people's business. Although I worry about him as much as he is, but I do not want to get involved or help him further, just males.

Outside, we're having a serious conversation about her missing sister Olivia. Erita began to tell about the chronology of Sofi's disappearance, her brother, 1st grade Elementary, was six years old.

Olivia said they were planning to go to the hospital, nengokin her grandmother. When he again boiled the medicine in the pharmacy, his adek in the maen-maen barin alone outside. Uh, when you're done paying, Sofi says she doesn't know where.

"Kok can say anyway, you're not very becus take care of adek." While walking hand in hand with him on the sidewalk, I pretended to be angry with him.

"Don't know' suddenly say that, you don't mind helping me, do you?" Olivia pleads.

I'm diem.

He just doesn't know why he can say it. Yeah at least say, "Yes I'm a teledor,yan, I should've taken him to the pharmacy hall."

As if he were to say so, I would not feel burdened if I failed to help him.

Because with him admitting his innocence, the fault was entirely with him. So, if I pretend to have business and unplug, I don't feel guilty. Suddenly disappear? There is a mystic where try.

Or maybe the form of Sofi which is actually Dobby, the house fairy in the Harry Potter film who just stopped her finger if you want to say.

Surprisingly, from earlier I did not see the look of a worried face on Olivia. Usually if the girl gets serious problems like gini, she will cry while rolling, but when walking beside me, Olivia looks calm as if no big events happened, and again he said.

Maybe the girl like her is often hit by problems, so she is used to it and never overestimated reaction like a girl in general.

We walk on the sidewalk, we go to the pharmacy where Olivia takes her grandmother's medicine. It was not far from the bookstore.

On the way, we go to the left-right, the people who cross paths with us, to the stalls on the outskirts, to the buskers and they answer with the same answer "Don't know mbak, mas."

Sometimes I also open a trash can that says "Inorganic Waste" hoping to find Sofi there, he just hobby playing trash.

I tried to advise Olivia to call the police or ask for help, but she did not want to. Worried about this problem will reach his mother's ears and he must be angry, maybe until the house he was made satay with his mother.

Her mother is very fierce. In my opinion, no papa anyway, as long as the problem can still be solved alone, just try first, just ask for help.

During the apothecary session, Olivia went straight into the dalem with fairly quick footsteps, meeting the pharmacy guard. I follow from behind.

"Can we help you?" the apothecary's guard asked.

"Do you not see my woman?" Olivia asked a question. "His age is about 6, ponian, skin is white, hair is straight. It's cute, though." Further, explained.

"Open mbak who bought the wrong drug? It's been three times it's been back and forth." The apothecary's keeper seemed to laugh.

Olivia showed an embarrassed expression."I didn't see mbak." Continue the apothecary guard while laughing a little.

"Oh, yaudah, thank you."

"Short of a second, don't ask the others." The guard went to the back of the room.

I raised my eyebrows, confused. We'll get out soon, leave the pharmacy.

The sun was getting higher, the hot air pierced the skin, occasionally I rubbed the forehead in sweat.

I and Olivia walked side by side without talking to each other. We again walk on the sidewalk again, shady trees on the edge as if a little protection from the heat of the sun.

I rarely have this moment in my life. Walking on the streets of the city with someone I might call a friend. The wind that blows seems to cool the heart.

A few minutes walk to the north, we arrive at a crossroad. As soon as I stretched the ice seller, Olivia's eyes twinkled, she immediately pulled my hand towards the ice seller.

Coincidentally my throat is also very arid, from leaving school has not been drinking at all. He immediately ordered two glasses of orange ice without the nanya to me. Finished buying fruit ice, we continue to nyari Sofi again.

Walking while drinking iced oranges, we chatted casually to fill the void. That day I felt a little lucky because in the same orange ice treat Olivia.

As a person who is a bit stingy, dapet tractatan is a blessing in itself for me. Moreover, the orange ice is quite expensive, one glass only Rp. 2,500,- take a lot of profit tuh seller.

If every day I meet Olivia and in the orange ice treat, in a year I can save almost a million money. Money a million if I buy iced oranges all, can make a bath.

"It turns out sweet too, huh?" Olivia said after sucking her orange ice.

"Yes, mostly sugar. I'd rather have a little bit of orange ice." I replied while looking at him who was also squirming towards me with a smile.

"Not the orange ice, but the smile on your sweet face, yan." Olivia then covered her mouth with her left hand and said, "Ups!"

"What the hell, it's not that important." I looked down, a little blushed.

"Yes, it doesn't matter." He smiled awkwardly, then continued his "You've graduated, you have a plan to do what, yan?"

"Someone said I was a good writer. I'm interested, too, but the belly knows what to write."

Olivia was amazed to hear my answer.

"Well.cool too. But I think being a writer is hard, yan." Said.

I nodded "Yes. How about yourself?" I'm just back.

"Hmm... How is it?" He's scratching his head. "Gue doesn't have a purpose in life, actually on the reality to be a singer anyway."

"Trus?" I'm curious.

"I don't know why as I get older, singing isn't as fun as it used to be, I've been bosen for a long time. Want to try something new, but don't know what." He took a moment and continued. "Gue has no plans for the future. If you already know what to say it must be good, not confused."

I'm also confused about what to do if I graduate later. At that time, at the age of 15 years old the picture of the future never crossed the head at all.

Seriate...