Love For My Sad Boy
Chapter 53. Different Now

Leaning on the couch of the tv room, Silva was snacking on boiled noodles that were crushed but not cooked. I wanted to snack, but at home there was no snack. So, yeah, that's it. Just use it when you were a kid. It feels good, really. Just a little salty if the noodles will run out.

Don't know what to do. Silva is bored at home. He was alone in Arkan's apartment, with no friends, no cell phones, no snacks. There are only tvs and novels that can be friends for fun. But I was bored too.

Let Silva tell me about his activities from morning till now. Early in the morning wake up, breakfast with Arkan. After Arkan left, he watched tv until 10. He was bored, so he decided to read a novel. Almost all the novels there he had read, the rest were scientific and accounting books. He has absolutely no interest because now he cannot go to school anymore.

Speaking of school, he should now be preparing to go home, just waiting for the bell to ring. Surely now his classmates are rowdy because the last lesson hours are usually not until the bell goes home. About 15 minutes later, the teacher finished the lesson. That's because students can clean the class first before going home.

But now, he's not in school. Somehow his future. Could she be a housewife? At an age that is still not quite mature, she feels inappropriate and not able to become a mother. When the baby is born, will she be able to act as a good mother later. Could he?

As Silva was engrossed in contemplation, the bell rang many times. Silva jumped up and immediately headed for the door. He looked at the intercom first to know who the guests were coming.

"Mama! Aunt Lisa?"

When he saw his mother and best friend coming, Silva immediately opened the door.

Bruk!

Without further admonition, Silva hugged Laras' body tightly. He did not have time to think what if his mother was angry with him or disappointed in him. He missed too much. Can't hold it anymore because it's been too long. She held her body tightly to her mother. Channeling a longing that is too big can no longer even be dammed. Silva to tears.

As he felt his shoulders wet, Laras immediately let go of their embrace gently.

"Darling, why are you crying? Oi! Do not cry, the time to meet Mother even cry? Don't you miss Mother?" ask Laras while rubbing Silva's hair with affection.

Silva wiped away her tears. "In fact I miss very much Mother, so until it cries like this. I'm kangeeeeen very much with Mommy." Silva hugged Baras again.

While Lisa only smiled, she saw the interaction between mother and child. However, behind that shame and guilt lingered in his heart. He knew all this because of his son. Yes, it has not been proven guilty, but the Silva family, they still think that Arkan is the culprit. The one who should be responsible for the misfortune that befell their only daughter. His heart seemed to be sliced to see Silva who could not be accompanied by his mother when going through difficult times like this.

Especially when she heard that Silva's father kicked her out of the house when she learned of her pregnancy. Silva is entrusted entirely to Arkan's responsibility. It is not as painful as Silva's heart. Already the most valuable thing he snatched, his family also ostracized him. Luckily, there is still Arkan who is happy to take responsibility and bear all the needs of Silva during his stay with him. I hope they both always get along.

"Auntie Lisa?"

Lisa awakens from her daydream when Silva calls her. The girl was now looking at him with a smile on her lips even though her eyes were not as swollen. He immediately pulled the fragile body into his arms. He wanted to channel his love and guilt to Silva. As if he wanted to say that he was really sorry. Until he cried wet Silva's shoulder.

"Silva, sorry Aunt, yes. Sorry Arkan yes, baby," Lisa shrieked with a slight quiver.

Silva nodded as he rubbed Lisa's back in order to be calmer. He felt his heart ache hearing this cry of mama Arkan. As if he felt guilty about her. Truly, the figure of a kind and meek mother of his heart. So, can a mother as gentle as this educate her son sebrengs*k what Arkan did? Thought Silva. But judging by the way Arkan treated her, it seemed like her gentle nature was declining from the mother. The evidence he felt for himself at this time. How could he be angry at the child and mother who is very gentle and sincere apologizing to him, treating him like a fragile item. Real careful.

"Udah, Ma'am, let's go in first. The conversation continued inside while sitting," said Laras while rubbing Lisa's vibrating back.

A moment later, Lisa nodded and let go of her embrace. He looked at Silva and Laras in turn. "Yes, come in!"

They entered and are now gathered in the kitchen-circling the dining-table-with an awful lot of food they bought before coming. Seeing it all, Silva emitted a happy twinkle from both of his eyes.

"Gee... Lots of shopping!" silva exclaimed looking at all the food and snack ingredients with widened eyes in awe.

Lisa and Laras chuckled at him, shaking inexhaustibly with Silva's childlike innocent manner.

Silva smiled half grimacingly. "Hehe, you know here there's nothing but instant noodles."

"Mi instant?" repeated Lisa staring at Silva with squinting eyes.

"Yeah, Tan. That's Arkan who nyetok instant noodles that much. He can't cook, so yes he only has instant noodles" Silva replied grimacingly for fear of being scolded.

"You're!" lisa exclaimed with her eyes staring at Silva sharply, making the one being stared at swallow her saliva with great difficulty.

"Why so funny, anyway?! So you want to send Arkan your wedding spit, huh!" Lisa slid closer to Silva and pinched his cheek.

The one who was pinched even blinked slowly at a loss for words. The barrel that was arranging the contents of the refrigerator was smiling while shaking its head. I can't stop thinking about his best friend's behavior.

***

Kriieg!

The bell above the cafe door rang, indicating that someone had just entered or exited. The sound caught the attention of almost everyone in the cafe. Setya and Hanum. In accordance with their agreement with Faris, now Faris greet the two adults.

Just sitting down, he had already been rewarded with sharp gazes from the two people before him. It felt like he had trouble breathing.

"Oh, hang on, Om-om. I was thirsty, I drank a little, yes" said Faris, raising his right palm and sipping the orange juice ordered by Setya, of course at his request.

Because it took too long for him, Hanum clucked impatiently. "Pocket dong, drink it! You don't think I have any work!"

Seeing Hanum's reaction, Faris chuckled instead. Unexpected that Silva's father, who seemed wise, was now half whining looking at them.

"OK, I will reveal everything" Faris said solemnly.

"Yes, let's go!" exclaimed Hanum who saw Faris instead of starting an explanation, he instead cleaned up what was supposed to be cleaned by the waiter at the cafe.

"Ben-"

"Pipetatan selamin right now!" press Setya with both eyes wide. It made Faris' guts shrink. Until the intention to work was lost with his courage.

Faris dehem tried seriously. "Okay, so, let's go straight to the culprit. Actually, the culprit is..."

The two grown men waited curiously.

"...Arkan."

'Sorry, Bro.'

... Connect... ...