The Crown
The feeling of confusion

People say having an older brother is good, some take care and some love us sincerely even more to protect. In fact?

Could it be because we're step-sodara? Could be because of that. Moreover, only this two-month road we became sodara. Nothing sweet and good at all. Although their visuals did make me almost turn away from Min Yoongi.

"Sorry, yes, Hilda."

My best friend's face doesn't look as happy as it was. I know, he must want to buy something in the mini market. It was most likely that the staple he had bought back then had already run out.

Hilda's. She was indeed a good girl who unfortunately the kindness she had was not as good as her fate. I have no father and mother. Only has an old grandmother and two younger siblings who are still Junior High and Elementary School.

"It's okay, Si. We can ride the angkot together again, right? I think it's been a long time we don't ride angkot together anymore."

My life changes made a distance I was not aware of. He's a very good friend of mine. When others moved away, he approached.

"It." I gave her a blue note. "No offense. This is for your sister. Buy her a snack later after school. Right now I'm just a bus loving this. Although Papa Indra is rich, I don't want to use him, Hil. It's accepted."

Hilda stroked my upper arm with a pacifying smile. His glasses that were starting to dull sagged a little. He said his glasses were not fit to wear.

There's something burning inside here even without a knife slashing it.

We waited for 20 minutes on the roadside, but there was no transport leading to my house and Hilda.

"Let's go up."

The black sedan stopped in front of me and Hilda.

Arzhan's? Wasn't he ....

I was still annoyed at him, but considering that Hilda had to go home too, then I felt that I was dimmed deeply.

The atmosphere in this car is so different from Papa Indra's car. I don't know why, but it feels cooler.

Is it because the AC is cooler?

"You want some food?"

Hilda and I stared at each other. Despite trying to hide, I could see from Hilda's dilated pupils if she so wished I said 'want'.

"Yes, Brother. Me and Papa usually stop at that mini market." I pointed to my subscription mini market and Papa Indra jajan after school.

"Not here. We're going to the supermarket."

"Huh?"

My forehead shriveled at Arzhan's words.

On the way Hilda and I talked about many things, including Amel and his friends.

"Don't read other people's bad. Sins."

"But really, Brother. Amel is really cute. He likes to play with other kids. Her job is dance, pretty pretentious anyway."

"Although that's the case, you mustn't talk about people's ugliness."

"I'm sprained. He often knows why I know. He used to say that mama was a bad woman, working nights as a comfort woman. Any woman without a husband can live me properly. She also once made my skirt red as if I was menstruating again. Shame, uh."

"Then you brothers, he's good. Yeah, right, Si?" Hilda added.

"That's it."

"If he bullies you again, it'll be my business."

Eh?

The conversation stopped because the car had entered the super market parking lot.

Not the first time, but going into the supermarket I can count with my fingers. Hilda and I were so excited.

"Take a big trolley."

Hilda and I stared at each other with the sweetest smile we had. We were like such happy little kids. Pushing the trolley while running small.

Walk from one hallway to another. Took whatever we wanted, which we saw, and which attracted our eyes.

It's just that my eye and Hilda's interest is different. Our trolley has different contents.

Again, the pain appeared in the heart. I feel ashamed of myself, of Hilda and of Arzhan.

"What's wrong?" Arzhan asked as he rubbed my head gently.

The deg!

For the first time I felt something flowing in my body, following the flow of blood. Feels hot. I don't know because of what.

"It's okay. You can take whatever you want."

"I'm ashamed, brother. Fill my trolley and Hilda's, really, really lame, yeah."

"That means you should be grateful, right?"

Just a nod of the head I can do right now.

Hilda Mash stands on a shelf containing various brands of rice. I know, he must be picking a cheaper one.

This leg moved to step up and took out a few bags of rice for Hilda. However, Arzhan's move precedes.

"No, Brother. It's expensive."

Arzhan ignored Hilda's words. He took about five bags of rice that were quite large. Hilda looked embarrassed even though her eyes looked very happy.

I smiled at the incident, I was happy to see the happiness that was emanating on Hilda's face. Also because ....

I ....

Immediately I rubbed my face rough. I wish my consciousness would come back soon and forget the strange thoughts in my head.

After I finished shopping, I took Hilda first. Help him drop his groceries, then leave.

"I feel like a taxi driver" Arzhan said before the road.

"Why? is there a taxi as good as a big brother's car?"

"I'm in front, you're in the back. Just like drivers and passengers."

My brain was short, hard to think.

"Move ahead."

oh... uh, ahead? I'm sitting on the side, is that it, same to him?

"Come, Papa and family are waiting."

"What do you want to do?"

"Dining. Come on, you move ahead."

There is something strange about my body. It feels like I'm just going to face the test. My heart is not broken and my hands are cold.

"Pake the belt."

"What belt?"

Arzhan. Our eyes meet each other. That look made me feel like I was living in a big freezer. I'm like ice kiko, frozen.

"It."

Jesus ... help!

As much as I could, I tried to hold my breath as Arzhan helped me put on my seat belt. How not, her cheeks were right in front of my face.

Ah, the fragrance always makes me comfortable. Uh, woiii. Eeling!

Ahhhh. I can finally breathe with relief. Now Arzhan has returned to his seat behind the steering wheel.

This trip is like walking down the aisle of a haunted house. Tensional. Without talking, I busied myself with playing games on the phone. Distract the feeling of confusion that I feel right now.

We finally arrived at a restaurant. When viewed from the building and all the contents inside, it is clear this must be an expensive restaurant.

There was a waiter who even escorted us walking towards Papa Indra and Mama was. He took me and Arzhan to the second floor on an elevator.

Ouch, this danger. I'll take the elevator.

Sure enough, as soon as the elevator went up, my head felt loose. Reflex my hand looking for the nearest grip so I don't fall. It was Arzhan's hand.

He didn't say anything even though I was clutching pretty tight. It seemed like he understood how udky his half-sister was.

I thought that he would get angry and brushed off my hand, but he didn't. He almost made me lose my heart.

His hand touched the back of my hand gently. It was as if giving strength to me this helpless weakling because of an elevator.

Gustiii, enough of my head that I can hold, not even my heart that is made an Faal. Hicks!