Love For My Sad Boy
Chapter 40. Silva Hates Arkan

Morning had picked up, both eyes blinked and then slowly opened. Ouh, it hurts all Arkan's bodies. He remembers sleeping on this couch last night. But, as he remembered he fell asleep by leaning on the sofa, then why can now lie down. Maybe he didn't realize he had changed positions?

Arkan raised his shoulders indifferently and then got up from the sofa. Stretch all of her muscles and walk to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Arkan opens his shirt and mirrors. Both of his eyebrows were confused.

"Coconsidered yet? I didn't feel like I was doing this before going to bed" he muttered, touching the wounds on his face. There's a drug patch stuck in there.

"May I forget?"

Slowly the wrinkles disappeared on his forehead. Change with a happy smile at the same time. If only he could hope that Silva would treat him. However, it seems that it is impossible to happen. Silva hated her so much that he told her to hate her repeatedly. How could the girl care about him to the point of treating his injuries last night.

Wait, talking about last night, suddenly his face feels hot. Remembering his very real dream, as if it had really happened. He touched the surface of his lips that last night was very lucky. It felt like the soft texture of Silva's lips was still left there. It's just a dream, but why does it feel so real. Arkan shook his head trying to get the shadow out of his mind and began to cleanse his body.

***

His rumbling stomach managed to wake Silva from his brief slumber. Why brief? Because, he can not sleep all night, and can only sleep at three in the morning. The cause especially if it wasn't Arkan's suspicious behavior last night kissing his lips.

Yes, for Silva it is very suspicious. How not, where there are people asleep and delirious until they can actually kiss the person in front of him. All his life, Silva just got it from Arkan alone. Uh, her cheeks are hot! Maybe it's flushed out by now. Fortunately there was only him.

Kruyuk...

The stomach voice accompanied by a tickling sensation disturbed him and threw a shadow last night that continued to spin in his head. Silva got off the bed and walked towards the door. He opened the door slowly and popped his head out. There was no one in the tv room. Then where's Arkan? Thought Silva. Is it possible that it's gone?

With a wobbly head, Silva walked out and closed the door again. He walked half way until he reached the kitchen. Just a step Silva stepped on the kitchen area, his steps came to a sudden halt and his body stiffened.

In front of the bathroom door, Arkan had just come out wearing a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was still partially wet. It managed to make Silva's face warm up. Until his faint hue is seen by Arkan who slowly restrains his smile by poking at his lips because he feels funny with the behavior of Silva who seems to be embarrassed.

"Geez, Silva!" Arkan approached Silva then restrained his wrist as the girl was about to turn away.

Arkan turned the body of Silva who lowered his head deeply. As if I didn't want to see his body.

Silva glanced at his hand that Arkan was holding. Realizing that, Arkan let go of his grasp with a stiff movement then rubbed his nape feeling awkward.

"Eum... D-don't come back again. We have breakfast together, I'll cook fried noodles. Okay?" stuttering Arkan looked at the still faithful Silva lowered his head.

Seeing Silva's head nod stiffly, Arkan smiled widely. "Y-yeah, if that's what I want to wear clothes first, yes. I-lo wait at the dinner table."

Silva nodded in response. "Well, wait a minute, yeah!" Arkan hurriedly entered his room to put on clothes.

While Silva turned his head towards the door of Arkan's room which had been occupied by him since yesterday. His face looks sad. Somehow, but he felt a little sad with the call Arkan who again use 'gue-lo'. Whatever the reason he did not know, because he himself felt strange since last night. Silva shook his head as the shadow again flashed across his head.

"Huh! If I'm crazy, it must be because of him!" silva muttered then walked towards the dining table.

A few minutes later, Arkan came out of the room wearing his school uniform. Whether since when every saw Arkan, Silva's heart always pounded hard. I only saw that man's smile.

Arkan kept his bag on the sofa of the tv room before approaching Silva who was already sitting waiting for him at the dining table.

"Wait a minute, yeah. I'll cook the noodles first."

His cheeks are back to heat up. Not because of Arkan's words because they are just ordinary sentences that are natural for everyone to say. However, it was because of the man's movements that damaged Silva's hair slowly as he passed through it towards the stove and started cooking. Again made Silva try to neutralize his heartbeat.

Silva propped his chin with a palm resting on the table. Pay attention to Arkan's rigid movements when in front of the stove. It was seen that the man was not used to contact with kitchen utensils. If he had the courage, he would have taken over the activity and replaced Arkan cooking. But, my guts are not that big. So, all he did was sit around waiting for Arkan to finish.

"Well, it's done! Here, let's eat!" Arkan was done and presented a plate of fried noodles to Silva. Then he himself sat across the table opposite Silva with a plate of dark red fried noodles in front of him.

"Gue likes spicy food, so I add a lot of chili powder," he said a little awkward.

In Silva's heart chimed in, "Not quite a lot of that anyway, but it's too much confusion."

They also started to enjoy their breakfast. There was only the sound of the clanking of the fork and the plate. Arkan broke the silence. He drank a few sips of water and then looked at Silva who was busy eating and occasionally glanced at Arkan with his behavior that seemed to want to say something.

"Eum... From now on every school I work part time at the cafe bang Regan. Probably home in the afternoon. Lo if you want lunch, there is only instant noodles, no papa right? I'm coming home from the cafe, just shopping for groceries."

Again Silva simply replied with a nod and bowed his head. Silence took over again.

A few minutes later, Arkan finished his breakfast and washed the dishes.

"You see, I'm leaving, yes" said Arkan who was about to pass Silva.

However, it was held back by Silva who was holding his wrist. Arkan did not expect Silva to actually touch his hand. Until he slowly turned his head and found Silva looking down at the link of their hands. Slowly the girl's gaze rose to the top until it reached Arkan's face.

"M-thank you," she said softly but could still hear Arkan clearly because of the quiet atmosphere.

It was indescribable how disorganized Arkan's heart was so happy. A big smile also represents his feelings. He nodded and replied, "Yes, equally. You're fine as long as I'm not around. Take care of the house."

Silva's body stiffened with his blood rushing as Arkan gently rubbed the tip of his head. Silva's mind so empty that he did not realize if Arkan had left. The slump was all over his body. He dropped his back on the back of the chair and then covered his face with his hands.

"Gue really hates you, Arkan! Brengs*k! I just hate it!" his strangler was the opposite of his fanning face which still felt hot. Don't forget the pounding on his crazy chest.

I don't know since when interacting with Arkan can make it this mess. I think he will soon be completely insane.

***

In a room, a middle-aged man receives a brown envelope from a man with a jacket and black eyes. The man sitting in his chair opened the envelope and examined the contents carefully. While the man with black eyes stood beside him-waiting.

A smile appeared on the big boss' lips after learning the contents of the envelope.

"True, right, they get closer when they live together," muttered Setya noticed one by one the photos of Arkan and Silva with their closeness that was somehow photographed by the teary-eyed man. It was the man who gave it to Setya.

Yeah, well, it's been over a week that Arkan took Silva on the run. And indeed their closeness became more visible.

"I have to show this to Hanum, so that he doesn't keep going around the corner" he said, grabbing his phone on the table.

He took pictures of the photos and sent them to his co-worker.

Afterwards, a satisfied smile returned he showed the man beside him. "Good job, Jeff. Keep an eye on them for a while. But, don't be too intense like yesterday. Just make sure they're okay."

The man called Jeff or rather Jeffry nodded and bowed politely. "Good, Boss! I will carry out the command, "he replied and then stood up again.

"Thank you, you can go and rest" said Setya handed him another brown envelope he took from his desk drawer. A reward for Jeffry's hard work from yesterday.

Afterwards, Jeffry resigned and walked out of the workspace owned by Setya.

"Whatever happens, I hope Silva isn't pregnant. Because it would be really bad," muttered Setya staring at the photo sheets of Arkan and Silva with a serious look.

...Seriate......