The Crown
Piss off!

"Why, Pah?" I asked when I saw Papah Indra was confused.

"Oh, here. Papa was confused about what to take. Usually mama who prepares and papa just eat."

"Is mom still in that room?" my many.

Papa nodded slowly.

It means they don't sleep together.

"Re, please tell mama, I didn't have breakfast this morning. So, ask mama out to serve papa."

"Good, Non."

"Darling, breakfast first."

"I can have breakfast in the school cafeteria, Pah."

"I'm taking it." Arzhan got up from his seat.

"Necessary. You guys make it a habit to make me independent. I'm old enough to be able to do anything myself."

"No. I'm taking you to school today." Arzhan clasped my hand tightly and took me into his car.

"What's wrong?" I asked when we were on our way. I'm silent.

"In the meantime, I'll call you first." Arzhan received a call from someone. She is a woman. I could hear it clearly because he had purposely connected it to the audio in the car.

"Zhan, where else?"

"In the street with my sister's school, why?"

"Owh, be careful on the road. Have you had breakfast yet? it'll be like time at the exhibition, forgetting to eat so you're sick. Good thing it's me, if not? You're taking care of yourself."

So they went together?

"The stale pleasantries."

Arzhan glanced as I whispered to myself.

"Yes, thank you, yeah. I am thankful that you were there to take care of that time. In exchange I'll buy you something."

"Waaah, what?"

"Surprise, dong. You'll know for yourself."

"Yes, thank you, yes, Zhan. I'm waiting at the gallery."

"OKAY. See you."

Not long after the conversation was over, the car stopped in front of the gate. Without waiting any longer, I immediately opened the car door and got out.

"Si, wait. Iksia." Arzhan pulled my hand until this rare leg came to a halt.

"What?"

"Your junk."

"Necessary. I've asked for it with Brother Fateeh."

"Wait first. Hey ...." Arzhan pulled back his hand as I turned around.

"What else?"

"Going to school I'll pick you up, yeah."

"Whatever!"

"Neng let's go inside." The security called who just happened to be me there. The other students have all entered.

This time I have to study seriously. Although my mood is not bad, do not interfere with learning activities and disappoint Mama.

"I go first, yeah, Iksia." Hilda waved her hand before running towards the angkot. I am waiting for an invitation myself.

Again I looked at the watch. It's been 20 minutes since Hilda left. The heat and the leg pain made me feel very upset.

"Absite ...." Arzhan waved his hand. I set my foot to get to him. However, these eyes saw a person sitting next to him. A lady.

I pulled this leg back, and chose to ride the angkot instead of coming with it.

I have to be a mosquito repellent? sorry, yes!

I saw Arzhan's car driving in the opposite direction, maybe he was turning in order to catch up with the angkot I was riding.

"That stops." I immediately gave the driver money and quickly ran away from the road. It doesn't matter the driver calls me to get change.

I went into the residential area. Down the alley by alley. I don't know where to go, I don't know either. For me right now is to shy away from Arzhan.

My phone rang many times, calls and messages from him. I ignored of course. Don't want to be constantly bullied, I blocked the number.

Not long after, there was a call from a new number. Maybe Arzhan used the woman's cell phone he was with. I blocked it again.

Long enough I walked, I saw a car passing in front. Maybe it's the highway.

What do I have to do now? Arzhan could have crossed over there.

"Mom, is there cold mineral water?" ask the owner of the stall which is two houses before the highway.

The shop owner gave me my order. My stomach is hungry, I haven't eaten anything since morning.

"Eat this, ah." I took bread.

Drrr....

"Hello, Brother."

"Where is Lu, Dek? Tumben hasn't nyampe the house."

"On the road with Arzhan. Don't worry."

"Gue asked Lu where is it now?" Fateeh.

"Eating bread at a roadside stall alone. Satisfied?"

"Dear, Son. Home, yeah. Mama's sorry if it's too much for you."

"Mama?"

"Why did you go on an angkot?"

Arzhan´s. Oh, are they all gathering together?

I turned off my phone and blocked everyone's home numbers. Except Papa Indra.

They will complain to Papa, Papa Indra will call me soon.

A few minutes I waited, Papa Indra didn't call either.

"Did they not talk to papa? ah, let me call you first."

The number you are calling is inactive.

"Well, why isn't Papa's number active?"

I used up a little mineral water. Eating hard bread makes the throat drag and must drink many times.

"Thank you, Mom."

After getting the change, I stepped out. Embolden yourself to the highway. After all, Arzhan is home. There's no way he's gonna cross here.

The color of the sky has started to change color. Bright to deep gray. It might rain again this afternoon.

The waist feels sore because it sits too long on the rock on the side of the road. Dust felt piercing filled the chest cavity. The noisy atmosphere of the vehicle makes the ears feel stale.

The wind started to blow colder than before. People walk and run vehicles faster. Roadside tent stalls check their tent ties.

The ache made me choose to stand near the power pole. The power pole is big enough because there's a store owner's billboard behind me.

When my eyes were busy looking at the activities of the people around here, I saw a black car. That's Arzhan.

What the hell is he doing here?

I hid the body as neat as possible so as not to be seen. My eyes peeked out from the small crack. His car stopped in front of the stall, he got down and spoke to the owner. How long did he get back in the car. And that he did again at the stall after that.

Did he ask all the roadside shop owners? Just be right!

He looked desperate as he was about to get into the car.

"Sister." I waved to him. His face looks happy when he sees me. He got in and drove the car quickly.

"You're okay, right?" ask him while ensuring the state of my body.

"No."

"Thank God. Let's go home."

I shook my head.

"Why?"

"Silver brother's car seat. I don't want to sit there."

Arzhan narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, yes. If so, I'll call the house guy and ask the driver to bring your car here."

"That's better than sitting in a dirty seat."

"Why? angry?" I asked when I saw him rub his hair.

"Yes. I'm angry with you. If you are angry or upset, say so. Don't run away like a gini kid.

"Am I a grown-up? I'm a sweet little kid, can't make parents proud, not as pretty as the woman you're carrying, and maybe not as smart as her." I vent my anger while holding back my tears.

"That's not what it means, Iksia."

"Udah, ah!" I ran when my car came.

Really sucks!