Selfish
Selfish 59

Arin walks casually while holding his chest against the parking lot behind Dion who can only stare at Arin's back, he still feels guilty for what happened today.

"Gue treat meatballs in front of the complex as my apology to lo," Dion aligned his steps as he continued to look at Arin who seemed very reluctant to return Dion's gaze, his eyes were always fixed to the front and Dion's words were only a wind past for him.

Dion's steps stopped when he saw Arin standing facing him.

"2 years, deal?" Arin thrust his palm a sign of wanting to make a deal. Dion looked at Arin confused to make the woman cluck in annoyance and then lowered her hand.

"What do you mean?" ask Dion for wonder.

"Practice me meatballs for two years," replied Arin without looking at the face of Dion who is currently gaping wide for his speech.

"Lo's crazy, the money from where I am," Dion's circus doesn't accept.

"That's not comparable to my life, how if the day is not sleepy continue at that time also the animals eat me raw, do not feel more guilty you same me," ketus Arin with a haughty tone.

"Yes but now you're fine, not even injured at all, like a wal afiat."

"Even so still I'm afraid, you know what it's like to sleep next to a tiger. My heart is almost dislodged, if I hang on to die will be the same as you who are guilty," Arin did not want to lose.

"O-okay, okay. Two years, but every month, yeah," persuaded Dion wept over the contents of his wallet in his heart.

"There is no yes every month, every day," Arin's final goes ahead of Dion who is still lamenting his financial fate, where the monthly allowance from his parents is thinning again. Although they have separated, they still pay attention to Dion even though not too often, at most only the transfer of money runs out is no business anymore, they are both busy with themselves without caring about Dion who incidentally their own son but not considered.

Dion drove Arin home, they still remained in silence, nobody started the topic even to talk about the weather today.

Arin steps in after there is nothing more to talk about with Dion, to be honest Arin is still upset and traumatized. Without looking at Dion, Arin chose to immediately enter the house past Rima who was about to hunt vegetables in front of the complex, looking at the flat expression of his daughter and Dion who was looking at him heartily invited a confused look from the middle-aged woman, but he was clearly hesitant to ask, after all it was a personal matter of the teenage boy.

"Dion does not go in first, lunch," Rima bargained while installing a special sandal to get out of the house.

"Other times a aunt," Dion turned on his bike and left.

"Dion, where am I going? Minimal bargain for a cake ride, or no small pleasantries let the atmosphere live. Hmm, surely the problem of the two of them is not kidding," Inner Rima.

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Zian sat on the edge of the mattress, this Sunday he did not leave the house at all since last night, to refuse firmly Rangga's invitation to hang out in the front stall of the next alley, he was asked why, but Zian quickly cut off the unilateral call between them.

Zian looked back at the flat of his phone that he had just placed. Dozens of missed calls and unanswered messages sent Zian rewinding his brain and thinking twice about lifting it.

"Next week I go back to Indonesia, pick me up. You miss me not?"

His tongue felt mute, a speck of clear bulir glided without permission to slash the cheeks. Zian squeezed out his hair while continuing to cry.

The ringing of his phone shifted Zian's attention, his gaze turned flat, his hands were not moved at all to grab the flat object, still the same number as the one yesterday made Zian speechless.

Over time the ringing sound stopped making Zian breathe a sigh of relief as well as tightness that hit the chest.

"Sorry..!" slow down until the ants can't hear.

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"You're really going back to Indonesia?" The baritone voice was able to break the daydream of a beautiful girl sitting casually in a cafe in London.

"Ohh, hi Josh." The beautiful girl throws a sweet smile at the man named Joshua, her college friend.

Joshua sighed softly then sat down on the empty chair facing directly at the girl.

"You haven't answered my question. Can't you stay here?" Joshua asked again but this time a request.

"No, Josh. I come from Indonesia, obviously I have to go back to my home country," the girl explained absolutely.

"But, don't you feel comfortable here?"

"Indeed, it's so nice here that I don't want to go home, but my decision is already made, there's someone who's always looking forward to my return, there's someone I have to meet besides my parents," the beautiful girl stared outside the cafe while imagining the idol who had always filled the niche of her heart, damn it they were both almost a year more out of communication.

"You still expect it?" Joshua frowned, Laras followed confused by the question Joshua asked.

"You mean?"

"Come on, Barrel. Men are not that smooth in a long distance relationship (LDR), even without communication for a long time, you do not know what the man did while you were in London, he said, even though you have taken care of her. I'm telling you, all men are the same, honestly I'm like that because I've experienced it, too" Joshua explained.

"No, Zian wasn't like that the proof was yesterday we called," he said Laras did not accept. Joshua laughed lightly to make Laras overthingking, Joshua saying there is a point as well, but Zian is unlikely to do that, Laras believes.

"If you come here just to insult my girlfriend, you better not do it, Josh," ketus Laras then grabbed his bag and passed away leaving Joshua who was staring at Laras' back away from his sight.

Joashua, a Chinese-British crossbreed man is one of Laras' close friends who first became acquainted with him when he entered the Campus, if you can be honest, if you can be honest, Joshua was fascinated with Laras and only the first time he met the tall man had put a taste, even Joshua had blunt confes about his feelings for Laras but was rejected, on the grounds that he already had a lover and Laras did not want to disappoint him. Perhaps counted five times Joshua expressed his love but still rejected.

"Maybe next time, Barrel. You will definitely accept my feelings."