Melancholic Introvert
Chapter 5: The Unexpected Guest

“Gladish can ask for your time for a minute?” Ask the Father with a serious face towards me. “Someone you want to talk to you about..”.

“I'm busy again Sir.” Refuse smooth. Closing the door to my room back…

But he managed to hold the door of the room that wanted to close it, with his right hand. “It's important!” He exclaimed with a tone full of emphasis, and with a sharp eye, as if to eat me.

“Eh?”

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Finally I followed your wishes, to talk about something in the living room. When I entered the direction of the living room, how shocked I was, I found the figure of Arga who was sitting quietly on my living room sofa, precisely in the sofa close to the door outside-behind the living room window.

“Arga.” I murmured in surprise, while covering my mouth with both hands.

Arga was no less surprised to see me in the house, but he managed to hide his shock with a friendly nod.

Oh My God, what is this handsome prince doing, here?

Did he come here to propose to me?

Is this like the story in the comics that I have read, which I as a commoner (common people) should marry the cold and handsome Young Master?

But i'm…

But i'm…

“Pak.” Call me with a vibrating tone towards my Father.. “But I am not ready for marriage..” Gumamku slowly. While pulling the shirt of the Father on the waist that looks distended.

While my father only frowned, not understanding my point.

I also immediately sat on the sofa, which is not too far away from the position of Arga.

Like a habit, I unconsciously sat on the sofa in a straddle position.

Arga looked at me for a while, looked at me from the top, to the bottom, showed a shocked and unpleasant face, and turned his face towards the front.

“Mr to the kitchen for a while well, would like to provide you a drink.” My father's permission, before leaving us both.

Kriyikk…

Kriiikk…

The atmosphere is getting stiffer…

Finally I decided to invite the Alien guy to chat first - to melt the atmosphere.

“Ga.” My broom while holding his shoulder. Feels something vibrates, but not the heart.. But his body... as if no woman has ever touched it, “Design you here?” My toot.

But he just kept quiet, and immediately brushed my hand off his shoulder.

It’s ok! I'm not papa :')

Kriiikk…

Kriyikk….

The mood is back…

I, who hated this silence, finally started talking again. Kasian his guests come all the way to me, I was just invented, because of the feelings.

“BTW, do you know where my house is headed?” Reproof again.

“Munda.” The answer was short, but his face looked nervous, not daring to look at me.

 “Uhhh, So Cute, Mama's son.” I murmured in my heart, smiling. Too giddy with his reply and stiff expression, yet looking sweet.

I turned my brain back, and remembered the incident earlier this afternoon, when he passed out at School.

“Definitely you came all the way here, want to thank me well, because I have taken care of you when you passed out at School?” Ask again.

“Hah? Arga passed out at School?” Continued the shocked voice - a beautiful middle-aged woman, whose face was already not too foreign to me.

Well, if not the wrong name of the middle-aged woman is Aunt Milea, or commonly called Aunt Lia. You could say He is a close friend of my father at this time, or the slang term is Girlfriend.

Aunt Milea approached us with a tray containing a plate of fried spring rolls that were still warm. It seemed that from now on - without me noticing, while we were chatting, Aunt Lia was busy in the kitchen to scoop up the raw Lumpia she had brought from her home.

Shortly after, my father came to us with four iced cold milk teas.

I thought for a moment too…

Noting the face of Aunt Lia and Agra's face were almost similar.Clean white skin, soft eyes, sharp nose and the most prominent resemblance between them was their pointed chin, which was very sharp, the chin that I liked the most about Arga.

Without being asked again, or without the need for further explanation, you must have guessed, if the two people in my house are the figure of mother and child.

Well if they are the figure of mother and child.

Does not rule out the possibility that Arga is…

Huh huh?

I closed my mouth again, I could hardly believe all this…. I really have a hard time digesting all of this. If I and Arga, it is....

Sister and step-sister candidates?

“Gladish, can we talk for a moment behind?” Ask Aunt Lia, towards me. But I ignored, too shocked by the reality I was about to experience.

“Gladish, Gladish!” Call Aunt Lia again.

My father grabbed my arm tightly.

“I, Yes Aunt.” Reply finally. I was too shocked that a woman who should be my future mother-in-law would now be my Stepmother's candidate.

“Iya.” I replied as I followed her back, as per her request, “What is Aunt Lia?” Ask again.

With an unpleasant expression, Aunt Lia whispered something towards my ear. “Gladish, can you change your pants?” His whisper.

“Ummm...” Pekikku, while furrowing next to my eyebrows.

Aunt Lia also with a super bad feeling, back whispered something to me. “Your pants are ripped, Dek.”

“A... What?!” Pekiku, surprise.”

“Your pants are torn, Deck, right in the middle.” Repeat Aunt Lia again, continuing her explanation.

Straight away my cheeks reddened, I saw at the bottom of the pants green flowers-home pants that I currently wear, there is a fairly large tear at the bottom of the middle.

Recollected as I sat before Arga in a straddle position. Like a habit, it really happened without me noticing.

And…

Recollects Arga looking at me for a while, looking up at me from the top to the bottom, showing a shocked and unpleasant face, and turning and looking forward.

“KYYYYAAAAAAAAAAA~!!!” My screams were tight, how embarrassed I was right now, just as I ran up the attic, heading towards my room back, to replace my pants that had been torn out of nowhere from when the incident tear happened.

Oh God, my shame, all this time I always sat straddling in the School always felt safe, because my long school skirt, in Pencak Silat activities I sat straddling with a feeling of security, and I sat down, because my pants are wide bottom, somehow the same way my friends, I sit straddle like this also feel safe, because my Jeans are on average expensive branded and the stitches are always strong.

And these…

Shame on me, where do I want to put my face?

Can I see Arga back down there?

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Finally want me to go down again to accompany them, as well as dinner

This time we all moved positions in the kitchen room.

Tonight Aunt Lia is heating up the Meatball Soup and the roasted chicken that has been prepared and brought from her house, and my father is helping to cook the rice, for us Dinner tonight.

While I helped arrange the dishes on the dining table.

And Arga just sat at the dinner table, doing nothing…

“Huh basic lazy man, good luck handsome!” My cry in my heart.

“Oh yes, Gladish why was Arga school passed out?” Aunty Lia asked worriedly, while putting together lettuce and tomatoes on the edge of the plate, next to her homemade fried chicken-as a garnish.

“Oh it's Aunt, Gladish accidentally threw a Basketball towards Agra.” Answer's short.

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We finally ate together at the dinner table, Aunt Lia sat next to Arga, and faced my Father, inevitably now I sit next to the Father, and now my body position is facing Arga.

And…

I was so happy to see Arga's face... Oh happyaaa~

Aunt Lia told me a lot about her life, and said that my father was her first love during Elementary School. He also said that Arga also has an older brother, who is currently studying in Singapore with the help of Scholarships.

My father also told me, what else if not to tell about his own goodness, along with dismantling various kinds of disgrace, which I denied several times with annoyance.

And Arga?

As usual, you can guess…!

Yappp.. As usual he was mostly silent like a mute person, and told me enough, even if my Father or his mother asked him.

“Nak Arga has a girlfriend?” All of a sudden, my Father asked such a thing towards Arga.

Degs…

A light question, but success makes my heart beat.

That question has always intrigued me.

Does this Alien guy have a girlfriend?

Arga answered long ago.

“Of course Arga wants to focus on school first well, baby.” Cut his mother, while gently stroking Arga's shoulders.

It made me uneasy, because what I was waiting for was the answer from Arga's mouth, not the answer from her mother's mouth.

“But.” Answer Arga briefly.

And that short answer successfully made my mood relieved.

“But there is currently someone I like.” Replied Arga firmly, with red hue strokes on his cheeks.

“Eh??” Pekiku, surprise. "Si... Who is that girl???" My screams in my heart.

#To Be Continued