Love For My Sad Boy
Chapter 4. Orange Fish?

Relaxing by the pool while enjoying fresh orange juice and listening to Afghan songs is a fun habit for Silva. He would do it every Sunday morning.

Suddenly the music on his phone stopped and changed into a long ring indicating that a call was coming in. The phone and the "My Bunny" contact are displayed on the screen.

Without a second thought, Silva rejected the call. Shortly thereafter, a message came in from the same number. He wanted to talk to Faris because of the guy's mistake this morning. However, Silva could not help but smile as he read the message Faris had sent him. Her boyfriend always makes her heart melt. What about the plan to teach Faris a lesson?

Ah, nevermind. Silva had no power to hold back his curiosity with what Faris had said. He immediately got out of the pool, running towards the front yard.

Arriving at the front yard, Silva covered his gaping mouth with both palms. Up ahead, Faris stood with a large bouquet of her favorite red roses and a large parcel of her favorite chocolate. What makes him not expect is, behind Faris also lined up the citizens and children who brought each a cardboard paper that if combined will form the writing "Faris & Silva for Forever. The point! Can't break up!"

"One, two, three!" Faris gave his army a cue to say an apology together.

"SILVA IS FARIS' MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND, SORRY FARIS, YES!"

Then Faris walked over to Silva. "I'm sorry, huh? I promise I won't be perverted again, I swear," he said, staring gently at Silva.

As if at a loss for words, Silva did not know what to answer. Gee whiz... She has a boyfriend like Faris. Two words for this unlucky, handsome boyfriend. Sweet but random.

***

Faris entered Silva's house following the owner of the house who walked in front of him. This is not the first time he has visited this house. It has even been many times. So, he's no longer awkward.

Silva continued walking towards the living room without looking back. "Bunny, I'm going to the kitchen first yeah, nyimpen this. You sit here first!"

As he looked, it turned out that Faris was not behind him. His girlfriend was instead squatting in front of an aquarium containing ornamental fish in the corner of the living room while muttering indistinctly. Silva didn't take a headache. He knew Faris liked new things. The aquarium was just moved to the living room. Originally kept in the backyard near the kitchen bathroom. And Faris has never been there.

Silva simply smiled as he shook his head slowly then continued his steps towards the kitchen.

Faris was still catching fish in the aquarium. Even so, the actual contents of his brain were filled with worry to Silva. He was afraid that Arkan would take his Silva. What if it really happened? Faris shook his head loudly, unwilling to overthingking. He again noticed with jelly every fish that different types.

"Bunny, this is drinking the same food! Let's eat first!" Silva has returned from the kitchen with a plate of brownies and two glasses of orange juice.

Faris was still in his place, reluctant to turn his head let alone step towards Silva who was sitting on the living room sofa.

"Honey, now how come there's orange fish here? Yesterday there was no problem" asked Faris without looking at Silva.

Silva's forehead creased deeply. "Huh? Orange fish? Where are the orange fish?" he chuckled and shook his head.

"It's there, tuh! Here, you are!"

Out of curiosity, Silva approached Faris whose eyes were moving randomly to watch a fish move to and fro. Up next to Faris, Silva also lowered his body by resting his palms on his knees.

"Where is orange fish?"

"That's the Oren Bullet!" faris replied pointing to a goldfish.

Silva's forehead was again wrinkled. "That's a goldfish chef, Bunny! Not the orange fish! When you don't know, anyway?"

"It doesn't match her name, Honey! When is fish a chef? Where's the gold?" ask Faris getting random.

"It's gold" replied Silva. To be honest, he questioned that answer.

"You color blind, Honey? It's Oren, tau, not gold! Compared to the mas chef, the fish is more suitable named orange fish. The shape and color are just as rich as oranges. The body is bullet and the color is Oren. Hiih, it's so jolly, I want to be ungrateful!" said Faris with a hand that looked like he was squeezing the fish.

"Yes no, dong, Bunny! The fish will die if they do so! Come on, sit down!" Silva led Faris to the sofa.

After the two of them sat facing each other, Silva looked at Faris straight at the two dim netras. Normally, that netra would look at him lovingly and enthusiastically. But now it's different. Something must be wrong. Moreover, now the owner lowered his face.

"I know you've got a problem, right? Now, you tell me, same with me! Don't mind your own problems! Treat me as you need. I can too, really, be a good listener" Silva said with a smile and gently rubbed the back of Faris' hand.

Faris, who had initially lowered her head, immediately raised her face back to look at Silva as if in disbelief.

Silva rolled his eyeballs off guard with Faris's behavior. Her boyfriend could not be taken seriously for a bit.

Grep's!

Widening both eyes, Silva was shocked because suddenly Far is holding him.

"Hehe, it's so jolly, anyway! Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna tell you a story, all right."

Behind Faris' back, Silva smiled and returned Faris' embrace. In his heart he said, his girlfriend is indeed random.

'But already in love! How's dong?!'

***

Two suitcases were just taken down from the car. The owner stood in front of the suitcase. Arkan and his father had just reached the courtyard of an apartment building. Carrying a bag on his back, he looked at the papa who was circling the car walking towards him.

"Come, Ar, we're in!" take him while embracing the child and pull a suitcase walking into the building.

While the embraced only nodded then followed the steps of his papa. Without answering, without any expression on his face. Just flat as his current feelings. As if numb, he could not understand his desire. Perhaps, because he had not followed his wishes for so long, he had forgotten how to hope. For a long time he always followed the orders and wishes of the father who although expressed gently, but able to make himself unable to refute. It was as if all the burdens were being poured on him.

Arkan sighed deeply as he thought of his life. His head shook trying to get rid of the thoughts that could make him a rebel.

They enter the elevator to the sixth floor where Arkan's new unit is located. Setya threw a knotty smile as Arkan walked in and stood beside him. Seemed very happy because Arkan would obey his orders to start learning to live independently.

Arkan only smiled back for a moment and then looked down and the smile disappeared. Unsuccessful. He said that if his loved ones were happy, he would be happy. That's the simple way to be happy.

The elevator opens and Setya precedes Arkan to step out into the unit that now belongs to Arkan - the proud eldest son and heir to his company in a few years.

Walking through several room units, they arrived at a destination unit.

"This is the access card, you open the door!" Setya handed over the access card to unlock the apartment door.

Arkan accepted and immediately opened the door in front of him. The door opened, and they entered with two different expressions.

"A nice and comfortable place to stay for you" Setya commented as she had just entered the living room.

Arkan watched the room they were in. Well, it is quite comfortable to live alone, because there is a television and DVD player that he can use when bored hit.

"Arkan, come!" His voice called out to him from the balcony.

Arkan immediately approached his papa. "Yes, Pah?"

"See this! It's comfortable, right? This balcony can be a place for you to relax while studying office files or learning school materials. Your mind becomes fresher and easier to understand the material," explained Setya enthusiastically with a big smile.

Smiling asymmetrical, Arkan snorted softly. "Yes, I will definitely sit here a lot" Arkan replied half-heartedly.

'But, make it really relaxing, ' he continued, which is only spoken in the heart.

Arkan really felt like the saddest kid in the world. Even when he is relaxed, he still has to learn. Can it still be called relaxing?

"Yes, if so Papa said goodbye, yes! You finish all the stuff, just take a break when it's done. Don't take a break! Make sure this place is neat and comfortable to live in first," said Setya pointed his index finger at Arkan with a thin smile that somehow looks saturated in Arkan's eyes.

"Tomorrow, you must go to school, do not forget to prepare the equipment and books at night! Don't rush into something or take any action. Cook and clean this unit yourself, do not ask Papa or mama for any help if it is only a small problem, let alone financial. Because Papa will provide money every month which of course must be enough to meet your needs for a month. Learn to be independent and professional! Because soon you will be a leader. Okay, Papa said goodbye, yes," Setya closed, patted Arkan's arm and sauntered out leaving Arkan, who had not even answered a word.

Silent with both eyes led to follow the steps of the father who disappeared behind the door. Arkan sighed then dropped his body onto the sofa that was behind him. To hell with the orders of the father who told him to clean his things first. Arkan just wants to rest for a while his body and mind.

... Seriate......