Love For My Sad Boy
Chapter 5. Recognition

From the morning Faris played at Silva's house. They've done a lot together. Cooking together, eating together, playing music together, watching movies together to swim together. Now, it was time for Faris to go home because it was dusk. At least, soon Silva's parents are home and all day there is no sign Arkan will launch his evil plans, Faris thought.

"You want to go home now? Didn't you wait for papa's mom?" silva asked as they stood in the front yard of Silva's house with Faris already riding his sport bike and wearing a jacket.

Faris' smile expanded to see a sad look on her girl's face. Silva would be like this if he paid his way home after playing here. It was as if the girl did not want Faris to leave her. Faris extended her hand towards Silva's chin to look up at him.

"Don't keep ducking, dong! I can't see your beauty" Faris said with a big smile.

However, Silva even pursed his lips to hear Faris's words. Then he hit Faris' hand which was still perched on his chin. "Gombal mulu! Watch out, if other girls are also you gombalin!"

"It won't be, Honey. I'm loyal, hehe."

"Kok use 'hehe'? You cheated, huh?" accuse Silva of squinting.

"No, Honey! How can I turn away from you. Here, beat me up!" Faris pulled Silva's hand gently so that the girl could get closer to him.

One hand held Silva's hand and the other raised up to slip Silva's long hair behind his ear, then gently rubbed his head.

"I love you because you are special. You know me so much, Honey. All this time I always find someone who can understand my feelings, because my mother's father is different from others. They don't have much time for me, so I need you as a place to lean when I need a backrest. Not only that, I love you too. There is something only you have, and it makes me always want to be next to you. Now, it feels like I don't want to go home, just want to nginep if you can mah," said Faris accompanied by soft curliness at the end.

Silva was still listening.

"So, you don't have to worry anymore, I'm the most loyal man you've ever had, just calm down, okay?" faris continued to reassure Silva with a gentle smile attached to his lips to make Silva also smile.

"Yes, I will always believe in you. You believe it too, right, just like me?" silva replied, turning around to ask.

"Surely, dong! I trust you very much, Honey," Faris replied as she rubbed Silva's cheek with her thumb.

"Well, I'm going home, yeah!" pamit Faris then wore his fullface helmet.

Silva nodded then took a step back to make room for Faris.

After turning on his motorbike, Faris stared fixedly at Silva and said, "You be careful, yes!"

Silva chuckled at hearing that. "I should have dong who said be careful to you."

"I'm gonna be careful, though. You don't have to worry. Don't go anywhere without permission from your mom, yeah! Don't go anywhere tonight!" exclaim Faris as if giving orders.

While Silva frowned confusedly. "Why? How come I'm not going anywhere?"

"I can't! If you want to go, you have to tell me, let me take you, okay?" said Faris.

"Ciee, possessive, right?" seductive Silva mocked Faris while pinching the boy's waist.

"Heh, can't be naughty, yeah! Someone will wake up" whispered Faris at the end of the sentence.

Silva stopped and thought. "Huh? Is anyone awake? Who else is sleeping?" he muttered without realizing Faris had put his bike around Silva.

When he had found the hidden meaning in Faris' sentence, Silva then shouted, "Basic bawdy!"

"Hahaha, drugs, Faris' honey!" close Faris while waving and then completely leave Silva's yard.

A happy smile could no longer bear Silva. He was grateful to have a lover like Faris who loved him so much in his own unique way. Shortly after, Silva entered the house.

Faris drove his bike through the gate of Silva's house. However, not yet on the shoulder of the road, a hoodie man blocked his path. Faris knew exactly who was behind the black hoodie. Instantly the grip of his hand strengthened and his jaw clenched hard. His mind fell on the incident that afternoon.

"Arkan," murmured Faris staring intently at his friend who was now stepping up to him. Faris got off his bike and stood waiting for Arkan to arrive before him.

"Stenny yes, can love the same girl you love?" Arkan opened the conversation with a straight gaze not looking into the eyes of the interlocutor.

Arkan was sure that Faris must have been staring at him sharply. He did not want his emotions ignited because he saw anger flaring in the net belongs to Faris.

"When have you been here?" Arkan asked in a low tone that would make others intimidated. The other is Arkan. He was used to all of Faris's qualities.

Both Faris' hands clenched stronger. "Don't bother Silva!"

Arkan even snorted and then chuckled softly. Shaking his head he patted Faris on the shoulder several times. "Please, Ris, you don't have to worry about me calling Silva. We are in office if you forget. Where can I marry my best friend."

Faris began to soften hearing Arkan's words. He seemed to be able to see sincerity and compassion in the eyes of Arkan.

"Here I am, Bro! Honestly, I like Silva. Oh, not only do I like it, but I love Silva. If dibandingin, maybe just as rich love you for him. But, I know myself. He belongs to you, I will never take him away from you. Yes, even though there is a rich mind like that, anyway," said Arkan ended the slight rarity.

"Gue's sure you can be happyin Silva. But, if you let him cry, I promise I'll call him from the lo side," he continued staring straight into the dark netra of Faris.

While Faris can see the earnestness in the Arkan netra. As if he were saying it very seriously. Faris is still tight-lipped. He still doesn't believe what Arkan says. He still let Arkan finish his sentence.

Arkan patted Faris on the shoulder several times while saying, "Jaga Silva is fine!" Then breezed away to approach his motorbike parked in front of the fence of Silva's house. Wearing a helmet and then propelling the bike. Leaving Faris still in place, looking at Arkan's back which slowly looked smaller and smaller.

Looking up at the sky that was soon spilling its water, while watching Faris felt his heart raging.

'Why do we always like the same thing?'

***

The flashback

Ten years ago, three families were gathering and joking at a house of one of them. Parents watch their children, all three boys.

Call it, little Arkan, little Faris, and little Rafan. The three of them were playing in camps with a tent that was successfully set up. Little Arkan cool with a stove on which there are pieces of vegetables while acting like a great chef. Little Faris was busy eating the food that Arkan had made. While Rafan is either busy looking for what.

"Temen-men! Let's sport! Nih, I brought a lot of sports equipment," cried little Rafan pushing a large basket containing various types of sports equipment that his father just bought yesterday. He pushed the basket to the front of Faris and Arkan.

"Well, there's basketball!" arkan and Faris together. Both of them got closer to the basket.

Faris first picked up the toy basketball and then ran away while playing the ball. Making Arkan stare sadly at the contents of the basket for not finding the basketball anymore.

"Well... The basketball is no more," Arkan's great-grandson with pursed lips.

Rafan who sees Arkan tries to calm down. "Basketball there's only one. Yes, let's ask together to play with Faris!"

Arkan nodded then both ran towards Faris who was dribbling the ball with the original movement.

"Faris, let's play!" rafan couldn't stop Faris.

"Wouldn't! I want to play this myself first. You guys take the other balls first! If I was bored, then we just played this ball," replied Faris without stopping his game.

Arkan nosedived his eyebrows sharply. He grabbed the basketball by force and then ran away from Faris.

"Hey, Arkan cheated! Give me my basketball back!" faris shouted while chasing Arkan.

"Have a son! That's my basketball!" rafan shouted back but did not run. He was busy with his toy.

All three of their parents laughed at their children's funny behavior.

Papa Arkan shook his head while giggling amusedly. "Arkan and Faris tuh very often wrestled toys, haduh... Sorry, Pram."

Papa Faris laughed. He waved his hand asking his best friend not to worry. He will not take their children's quarrels seriously.

"Please, Setya! Just stuff, which they can't grab a girl, danger if it."

Papa Faris' answer was greeted with a laugh. Without them knowing it, the state of their children is even in accordance with their concerns.

Flasback off

...Seriate......