Selfish
Selfish 86

Arin fiddled with his bookshelf, suddenly he remembered the special task of vacation from the teacher two weeks ago that summarizes all the material from semester one to semester two he had not done, he had not done, one week of school will begin.

Helaan breathed a sigh of relief to make Arin no longer think of anything, since the beginning he had suspected that Rini was the one who borrowed her Economics package book, it was wrong. It's still in its place.

Arin immediately brought his writing equipment to the study table, the problem of summarizing Arin number one, so do not be surprised if in a few minutes he was finished.

But it seems, Arin's summarizing skill does not apply to the moment, his brain is less focused and Arin spends more books on abstract graffiti. Arin closed his eyes repeatedly, not because he was sleepy just that his mind was filled with someone he had been denying his presence.

"Focus Arin, focus!!" Arin pressed his wrist which felt pulsating. The woman with the body until it took a position lying on the bed after getting tired of seeing a series of writings in her package book.

The door of his room was suddenly opened, he did not happen to lock so it was easy for anyone to enter, even the thief happily broke in without breaking the window just yet.

"Why, Ma?" Arin immediately woke up when he saw the existence of Rima who was now standing in the doorway, looking at Arin at a glance then continued to look around, Rima's behavior more like a shaman who was in charge of exorcising demons. Arin's brows furrowed perfectly, staring at the movements of the Mama that slightly scared and confused him.

After exchanging glances for a few minutes, Rima again closed the door of Arin's room and rushed off to her room. Arin was dumbstruck on the spot, processing what he had just seen. Maybe Rima just wanted to check whether Arin had slept or not, that's the thought of Arin who did not want to bother with it.

Returning to the initial reflection, Arin continued to lay her body on the mattress, her mind far away glazed while her net focused on staring at the ceiling of the room. 'Zian relapsed again', three words that successfully seized the focus of Arin lately, even though he has strongly denied not to put a taste in the young man with the status of already having a boyfriend, even his own lover who came to Arin directly to his house. Given the moment that makes Arin amused at once furious, is that as cheap as Arin's position as a wrestler boyfriend people?

Until about an hour Arin daydreamed and could not stand still, the movement of the riot on the bed, the roll was not clear almost he fell because of his own behavior. Unknowingly, Arin immediately fell asleep in a state of the brain is still not stable.

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"Zian can already go home, but remember to come for regular consultations on schedule. And one more, do not consume alcohol again," said Andre's doctor after checking Zian's condition is getting better, nyindir little nguruh. Riana nodded enthusiastically while nudging her son's shoulders so as not to let go of many problems running to liquor. Zian lowered his head in embarrassment, smiled knots and nodded his head in understanding, although that did not guarantee Zian could stop or not, it could be because Zian's demonic whisper was back on the wrong path.

Riana had Zian's body come down from the gurney, while Arif cleaned up Zian's dirty clothes which were quite a lot because every day or even every hour always change clothes. Add the laundry materials.

However, the resistance held for not long hours, Zian increasingly restless and the pain in his left chest increasingly so that it makes Zian always move uncomfortable in the car. When the dark bead of the Mother saw from the rearview mirror, Zian tried to act ordinary while looking at the tree on the side of the road, it continued until Riana was aware of the strange movements of her son.

"Are you okay, baby?" Riana turned back, looking seriously at her son. Zian nodded with a stifled expression. His hands he hid behind the sweater he was wearing while squeezing his own chest so that the pain subsided a little.

Riana sighed softly before turning to the front, Arif from the side could only smile, lying if she was not worried about the condition of her stepson.

Long story short, the three of them had already arrived in front of the house. Riana hurried down to get Zian down from the car, but if Zian's road problems can be alone, the heart is not a leg. But, yeah, that's it. Her name is also a mother, not her worry.

"Let me get Zian," said Arif while holding Riana's arm, because of his wife's small body, it looks funny if he is the one who leads Zian whose body is quite high from him. Riana did it while giving over to her husband, while she herself carried dirty clothes in the trunk of the car.

"You want to go straight to the room or just here?" ask Arif to Zian.

"Here alone uncle, after all I can walk by myself," Zian released his grip on Arif's shoulder and sat himself on the sofa, crossed his legs and placed a pillow on his chest.

"Inget, tomorrow you have to consult," Riana's message suddenly stood beside the table. Zian looked up then nodded faintly, really males had to go back and forth to the hospital.

"Mother who anthers you tomorrow, don't go alone," after saying such words, Riana passed away leaving Zian and Arif in silence.

"What do you want to eat, let me make it?" tanya Arif suddenly started the topic, the atmosphere of silence is very unpleasant. Zian glanced at Arif at a glance then shook his head the sign he rejected Arif's offer.

"Yes, Dad went up first, if you need anything just call," Arif rubbed Zian's soft jet mane that was replied to a nod of the head by the master. Arif smiled wryly and went to his room on the second floor. There was a bit of tightness in the chest knowing the fact that Zian still did not accept him as the father figure beside him, Zian's treatment was still the same every day. Honestly, Arif wants to be called Dad by Zian, it's okay if only once in a lifetime is important the speech came out on its own from the thin lips of the young man.

"Everything needs a process, but this has been too long for me, it has even been a matter of years," Arif took a rough breath, continuing his heavy steps towards the room.