The Love I Don't Miss
Part 147 (Swimming Pool 2)
Under the scorching morning sun in the Capital, there were two teenagers arguing in the private pool area of a Kenzo Adhitama's home. One was swimming, and the other had severe trauma to the depth of the water.
Clarice repeatedly forced Arsen to go down and into the pool like herself. But the young man was still very doubtful.
Both ends of the legs have entered the pool water, but again his eyes were distracted by how wide the pool as deep as 1 meter that merges with the adult pool to as deep as 2 meters.
' O Lord... What if I get dragged down to get there? '
Arsen murmured inwardly, perverse to what he had never tried before. Just with that murmur, the sweat on his face just poured out. Until making Cla really can not hold back his laughter anymore.
"One.." said Cla, warning of his threat.
"Shut up, Cla!" hentak Arsen stared intently at Clarice with perfectly rounded eyes. But it also does not show an angry face.
But in the face of it instead of fear, just chuckled amusedly with Arsen's attitude. "Haha! This pool is not deep! just this!" Cla pointed to the high limit of water that only reached above his navel a little.
Arsen doesn't care about Clarice's explanation. For him, still the depth can make his body consumed by water. Arsen had already lowered his legs, but his butt was still sitting by the pool. Only the feet below the knees have entered the pool water.
Clarice had deliberately slowed down, and now it was difficult to be near Arsen. "Two.." - Clarice as if she were singing.
"Clariss! Quiet down!" hentak Arsen again. And Clarice was getting excited to hear Arsen's beat.
"Ti..."
Before Clarice finished mentioning the number three, Arsen had already forced herself into the pool. Until it sank to its navel. Half of his body was already submerged in water, but his hands continued to hold on to the edge of the pool. He is still propagating to find the iron grip that is commonly used by children for swimming exercises.
Until here only the Young Master Wilson had held his breath nervous and afraid. He is like a person who is threatened to drown in the middle of the open ocean, traveling with sharks and also other marine biota. Without another human being moving to save himself.
His memory goes back to that time. The time that made him until this moment always felt like he was out of breath every time he was in deep water.
Such are the attitudes and behaviors exhibited by those who really have trauma. Such a small thing is already in a big problem and difficult to solve.
Looking at Arsen who was so nervous, Clarice walked over. It eroded the distance of about 1.5 meters between the two, to half a meter only.
"Why does your face look so nervous?" ask Clarice. "Can't you swim?" clarice asked, leaning her back against the pool wall, right on Arsen's right side.
Unable to answer, Arsen looked at Clarice with a puzzled look. Then again throw away the eyes while sighing heavily. Then shook his head slowly and softly.
"Why didn't you say that?" clarice asked in a serious tone of voice.
"I.." again Arsen hung up his sentence. "I just..."
"Why?" search Clarice with a tone of voice that no longer wants to mock, but instead sounds coercive.
"I... I'm traumatized." replied Arsen without looking at Clarice who was looking at him with a serious look. The young man preferred to stare at the moving water in front of his stomach.
"Why is it traumatic?" ask Clarice seriously. This time really put on a face that cares about what Arsen's problem is.
Arsen looked up, staring at the vast blue sky with white clouds scattered. The sun has not gone up. Because the wall clock has not even shown at half 10 am.
"Because I once drowned." he answered still looking up at the sky. Because if he stared at the deep pool, his breath always felt suddenly lost.
"Have it?" ask Cla lirih.
"Yes... Because it was very bad at that time... It happened so quickly without preparation" replied Arsen. "A little late maybe I'm no longer alive. And it'll never get to know you." continued Arsen turned to his beautiful face with drops of pool water falling from the ends of his pony hair, Arsen, to then slide over the nose and end up on a swab by hand by Clarice.
"I'm afraid of the depth." he murmured again.
"why not say it from the beginning?" search Clarice.
Sighs fretfully, rethinks to answer. "I'd be so embarrassed if you laughed at me." replied Arsen turning his face away from Clarice.
"Haha!" gelak Clarice without forgetting if she felt insolent because she really laughed. And since then he has actually kept the laughter in his stomach.
But his laughter this time was not to laugh at Arsen's lack, but rather he laughed at Arsen's thought that Clarice was too excessive. He had been holding back laughter ever since. But not to laugh at the lack of Arsenes. But the sense of prestige that too long controlled Arsen.
"I have always wanted to laugh at you, but not to laugh at your shortcomings or traumas. But why are you too proud to admit that you can't swim" Clarice replied.
"You know I can't swim?" tanya Arsen squinted her eyes fixed on Clarice's beautiful face by the pool water.
"Let's see it can be guessed, if you can't swim!" clarice threw a look the other way. Avoiding Arsen's gaze so attached to her. Although he could not 100% interpret that gaze.
But the young man's gaze was indeed very intoxicating for girls like anything around him.
"See what?" ask Arsen.
"Your gestures can already be seen. And again, actually I've heard from someone who told me you can't swim..."
"Who?" arsen's search squinted increasingly.
"Nowfal!" answer Cla.
"Nauphal? When?" Arsen frowned.
"When we go to the cafe!" cla looked straight ahead. "When you sing on the mini stage, then Naufal tells you a little bit about you..."
Arsen smiled obliquely and faintly. "So you know I can't swim, but still force me to swim?" ask Arsen.
Darkened, "Yaa. because I thought you would spontaneously say if you couldn't swim." Cla answered a glance at Arsen who was still staring at him. "But it turns out that much your prestige." continued Cla mocking smile, while slowly hitting Arsen's arm.
"Damn it!" pekik Arsen realized he was being worked on by a girl.
"Yes, you're right!" answer Clarice. "I want to touch you... How could, that young man who was like a hungry lion in the racecourse, turn out to be just like a wild cat who was afraid of water!" cycad Clarice.
"Haha!" gelak Arsen was not at all angry with Clarice's scorn. Because what the girl said was true. "Everyone has advantages and disadvantages... And my shortcoming is depth." replied Arsen shrugging both shoulders.
"And you, too, are very clever and agile at the pool, but you can't play basketball at all!" arsen's reply reminded Clarice of her weakness in sports.
"Haha!" now replace Clarice who chuckled with Arsen's sentence, because what was said was true. "I'm not good at playing the ball." responded Cla.
Both were silent for a moment. Only the hands play the pool water with small movements. Creating small irregular waves. Because Clarice's hand was moving irregularly.
Every now and then girls drown themselves in the water and reappear on the surface and all that is certainly not separated from the look of Arsen's eyes. Until the girl leaned back against the wall just like Arsen.
Until finally their eyes followed the movements of a servant who came with a tray containing plates and glasses and put on one of the tables that was flanked by a place to lie there. On a table close to the adult pool so as not to heat up, as there are large trees blocking.
And the eyes of the two followed only the servant's movement, until the servant returned to the door where he had gone out.
Then they looked down again, watching the moving water in front of their stomachs for the umpteenth time.
"You don't need my help?" cla asked Arsen.
"For what?"
"Teaching you to swim?" ask Clarice.
Arsen chuckled at Clarice's offer. "If it's for business to teach me how to swim, it's been a lot, Cla!" arsen answered looking at Clarice who was now putting her body into the water. Leave only the part of his head visible on the surface.
"Then?" Cla looked up, turned to Arsen whose position was certainly higher than he was.
"Actually I just need someone who can really make me eliminate my trauma at depth." replied Arsen turning to the deep pool, reading the number 200 cm. And his body instantly felt an overwhelming horror. He blinked quickly and deeply to suppress a sense that not everyone felt what he felt.
Cla can see the look on Arsen's face that is always changing every reading the numbers listed on the pool wall. Cla was interested in discussing further. And help if possible.
"What should you do to relieve that trauma?" ask Clarice.
"I've been to a psychologist" he replied. "And he suggested various things that I could do to get rid of all that. Even I was given a special teacher to teach me to make peace with the depth of the water." he continued, considering all the efforts he had done while still in Bandung.
"Why did it still fail?" ask Clarice.
"Because I gave up." replied Arsen again. "One meeting in a week. But 5 times I have come to the psychologist and 5 times the gym teacher has come home, there is absolutely no change! And I'm tired of it!" continued. "The shadow as I was drowning and putting a lot of water into my body just kept showing up every single one of those teachers asking me to stay inside for 5 seconds."
"5 seconds?" cla asked as if he could not believe Arsen's story. He closed his eyes so surprised.
"Yes, just 5 seconds makes me want to choose to end my meeting with the psychologist" Arsen explained. "But I'm still trying to come back the next week. And what happened was that the shadow did not disappear. Even I've been having nightmares like I was drowning because the shadows kept popping."
"Have it?" ask Clarice.
"Hemmm.." replied Arsen looking straight ahead.
Clarice looked at Arsen with a look of pity. "Want me to help you?" tawar Cla's.
"What help?"
"Removing your trauma."
Dumbled, Arsen said... "Can you?"
"It's not known if I can or not, nor can I promise that your trauma will go away" he replied. "But I think you might be able to learn and eliminate the trauma well if you are with friends."
"Why is that?"
"Because you won't be with me, will you?" ask Clarice. "If the teacher maybe you will be hesitant, because every meeting is not getting smarter, but still flat. And it ends in frustration."
"In fact, if you study with you, you're sure I won't be frustrated?" ask Arsen.
"I don't know either, we haven't tried. It doesn't hurt to try, does it?" ask Cla. "How about we try now?" bargain Clarice.
"How?" Arsen squinted his eyes, turning to Cla who again pulled out part of his body on the surface.
Clarice shifted her body and stood before Arsen. "We drowned together... If you are not strong, you can appear at any time to the surface. Even though it's only been three seconds." said Clarice seriously.
Arsen looked at Clarice with an unconvinced look, if she would be patient going through this session. But when her pair of eyes saw Clarice's pair of eyes, she convinced herself to fight alongside Clarice. Little is he sure, if Cla seriously wants to help him eliminate the trauma in him that is always torturous.
Until often made him refuse the invitation of friends to swim together, whether it's in the pool or on the beach.
"Ready?" cla asked to make sure.
Stare closely, then say... "All right." he answered sure to try. His hands began to hold the iron pipe tighter and tighter.
"We're in, huh?" tanya Cla who was immediately nodding i by Arsen. "One...Two...Three!"
After counting, Cla compensated for the speed that Arsen used to get his head into the pool.
And now they both went into the pool. Jemari Clarice calculated the second by second that can be passed by Arsen. He was neither a swimming teacher nor a sports teacher. Nor does the psychologist have the knowledge to overcome the problems in a person.
He is just a 16-year-old who is trying to reduce or even eliminate the trauma inside Arsen.
' One..two.tida.four... '
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