Love For My Sad Boy
Chapter 24. Sweet Martabak

Arriving at Silva's house, Arkan pressed the bell that was in front of the house's magnificent door. Before long, a middle-aged woman opened the door.

"Who are you looking for, Mom?" ask Bi Lela.

"Silva exists?" sahut Arkan smiled faintly at Bi Lela.

"Oh, his friend non Silva, huh? There, in his room. Come on in first, Mom! Let me call you non Silva." BI Lela shifted her body to give Arkan access and allowed Arkan to sit in the living room.

Then the housekeeper went up the stairs to Silva's room - apparently.

Arkan sat quietly on the living room sofa of the house. Neutrals are watching around. Until a voice interrupts.

"Arikan?"

The owner of the name turned to the source of the voice. Instantly his heart was pounding incoherently. Silva was there, descending the stairs walking towards him. The face was still beautiful even though it was almost late. Arkan falls more and more on the girl.

"What's coming here at night?" silva asked after sitting on the sofa in front of Arkan.

As if awakened, Arkan blinked a few times and then rubbed his neck misbehaved. Perhaps from being caught staring at Silva's face without blinking.

"Eum... I'm just here to see how you are doing" Arkan replied, leaving Silva frowning in confusion.

Arkan who realized Silva's puzzled look hurriedly explained the reason. "Lo know, your parents went abroad with my parents. Earlier this morning, my mom asked me to make you watch because you must be alone at home. Is it okay to be home alone?"

Silva widened both his eyes. "So, our parents went on a business trip together, is that it?"

Arkan nodded in response.

"Oh, I just found out. I didn't see them this morning." Silva nodded in understanding.

"They left earlier than your mother's father," said Arkan, who Silva replied with oh ria.

Then silence. No one else filled the conversation.

Arkan stuck out his hand holding a box in front of Silva. "This makes you."

"Well, what's that?" Silva took the box enthusiastically.

Upon opening, Silva stared at Arkan making the man slightly jolted from not being aware of Silva's movements.

"Martaback? Really for me?"

"Y-yeah. If not, why do I bring it here continue to love you?"

"Oh yes, hehe." Silva knocked slowly his head realizing his stupidity.

Arkan smiled to see it. Funny, Arkan thought.

"Eh, thank you, Arkan!" silva smiled sweetly at Arkan.

Arkan is glued again. Whether conscious or not, one hand stretched out and damaged Silva's hair. Making the girl round her eyes unexpectedly.

Arkan still with his smile kept his hands away from Silva's head. "Fog."

"Huh?"

Arkan raised both eyebrows asking. "Why?"

"Lo said what was that?"

Arkan's hurry shook his head. "No, didn't say anything. You wrong with kali?"

Arkan quietly sighed in relief. He saw the clock on his wrist. "Let's eat the hammer! I'll be back at 10."

Silva nodded while making a smile. "Thank you again, Arkan. You're taking care of me."

Arkan nodded steadily. "This is the job of my parents. So, for the next month, it's my responsibility. If there's something, you can tell me. If you have extra class, or excul, or whatever it is, after school, can you tell me? So that I'm not confused nyariin lo here if you haven't come home."

Silva buzzed for a while then nodded in agreement. "OK, can-can. Yes, eat yuk!" The girl opened the martabak box in front of her and shifted it to the center of the table so Arkan could pick it up easily.

However, Arksn even scratched his nape. "I ate it too? I bought it for you."

"It's okay. Come on, let's eat, here!" Silva took a piece of martabak and gave it to Arkan.

Inevitably, Arkan accepted. Then they spent the sweet food together.

"Damn!" swearing at someone in front of Silva's door that wasn't closed.

Because of Faris' curiosity in guests who interfere with his moment of togetherness with Silva, he went to Silva's house to teach the guest a little lesson so as not to visit the night-night to his girl's house. But what he saw was painful. In the living room of the house, Silva sat opposite Arkan. And Arkan who broke the girl's hair softly as if it was a

"Faris, Farisand. Kasian, losing spit same temen own, huh?" Someone else chimed in Faris's curse behind him.

Faris turned to look at the girl sharply. "Do not interfere in the affairs of the cave and do not try to disturb the cave girl!" press Faris with a cold tone.

The girl who was none other than Dea, rolled her eyes panted. "Gue won't bother you and I won't bother Arkan either. Let them have nothing to bother, let's cheat!"

Plaque!

Faris with reddened eyes slapped Dea leaving a reddish mark on the girl's cheek. "So your mouth! I don't care about girls! If you bother Silva, I won't hesitate to do more than this!" threatening Faris to raise her index finger in front of Dea's face. Then breezed away with his bike leaving Dea holding onto his cheek with teary eyes.

Both of his hands clenched firmly and his jaws hardened with eyes that shot out hatefully. Dea was not afraid of the threat Faris posed. If he can't be happy with Faris, then no girl can. He will make the girl suffer, feel what she feels. Silva included.

"Wait for the play date! I won't let you be happy on top of my suffering!"

***

Time has shown ten o'clock less. Arkan had come home after he was forced to spend his favorite sweet martabak. Silva doesn't know where Arkan knows his favorite variant. But that was enough to make him happy. The nights after were made dizzy by the tasks and notes he had to work on for not attending school today. Unexpectedly, Arkan came to bring him a sweet strawberry chocolate flavor that has always been his favorite snack.

Now, he's gonna call Faris back. As promised earlier. His girlfriend must be angry because they have to end their virtual dating event. Silva must immediately persuade if he does not want to be ignored tomorrow morning at school.

On the bed, Silva dialed Faris's number to re-connect their disconnected video call. Waiting for a while but not accepted. Until the connection is disconnected itself. Silva frowned, confused by Faris' attitude. Is her boyfriend angry? But, usually though angry, Faris will still receive his call, even with a tinge or cold face.

Silva again tried to call Faris' number. Even more confusing, this time it was rejected. The feeling feels bad. He was afraid that Faris was really mad at him. Silva then immediately typed in a few messages asking Faris.

"Faris, what's wrong with you?" silva muttered looking at his phone worriedly.

Waiting for almost an hour, Faris still did not reply to his message, let alone contact him. Sighing, Silva decided to go to sleep because the night was getting late.

"Tomorrow, persuade him."

Afterwards, Silva prepared to go to sleep.

... Seriate......

how's the part this time? is it entertaining enough?😁sorry if less uwu, because Arkan is still aware that Silva still belongs to his best friend😌 so long ago yaw, see you in the next part👋

luv yuu all-in-a-way🧡💛💙🖤💘💝💓💕💌💟💜💚💗💖

salutations

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