The Smile You Gave Me
Chapter 3 ~ Rain Today, Somehow It Feels So Beautiful
“Why are you following me?” ask Amanda, a little surprised because Boy suddenly put on a jacket.
“Who followed you? Um, I also want to go back there because I want to take my bike,” reply Boy which is actually just an excuse. At first he did not care about the bike, just ask his papa buyin again he thought.
“Oh.”
“Oh?” Boy gawked straight away, just oh? Even this girl did not thank him for the jacket he gave and instead tightened the jacket on his body which was already a little wet.
“You don't want to thank me?”
“No, what for?” Boy looked at his jacket, as if to code the girl. But Amanda was really insensitive, the girl continued to step up to make Boy so slightly irritated.
“Hem.”
“Ehem.” Boy tries to get the girl's attention but Amanda looks very indifferent.
“Ehemmm, hemm.”
“You're a sprain huh?” amanda's question made Boy look at her questioningly.
“Mending go drink deh, because I've seen the news there are people who come home because of sprains.”
“What?”
Pufts.
“Hahaha. You're so innocent.” Boy laughs hard feeling funny. This girl is unique, even though she always shows a flat face, but somehow Boy feels Amanda is very adorable.
“Let's laugh again. I really have read.”
“Hahaha, yes-yes. I also read.” Boy still can't stop the laughter.
“Already. Looks like your illness is getting worse.”
“Add what?”
“So mental illness.”
“Hah? ... Hahaha.” Boy held his stomach which hurt from continuing to laugh.
Amanda felt that man was crazy. So he walked back to the place that was now deserted.
“Where's my umbrella?” he murmured because there was absolutely nothing there.
“Motorku also does not exist,” said Boy.
Amanda looked around. His sight fell on a motorbike parked on the porch of one of the houses.
“That's your bike.”
“Eh, yes. But where are you going?” boy asked, holding the girl's arm back.
“If your bike is there, then my umbrella is there too.”
“Already, I bought a new one how?”
“No, why should you buy me a new one?”
“Yes because one of the reasons you lost your umbrella and got wet like this is also because of me right?”
“Not one of the reasons, but the only reason is you.”
“Ck, why are you so honest?” Amanda did not budge, instead removing Boy's hand from his arm.
“Dek, Mother, Father,” strangled Amanda and walked towards the modest house.
“Eh, what do you want?”
“Taking umbrella.”
“I told you I'd buy it later. Ouch.” Boy patted his head when a grown man came out of the house. From his gaze alone it was like he wanted to eat people.
“Good afternoon, Sir. I missed my umbrella on the road, did you see it?”
“Oh, so you guys made my son cry?”
“Not me, Sir. But he.”
Whats? How very nice of this girl.
The man turned to look at Boy with a sharp look. And Boy was not afraid, he also returned the gaze was no less sharp.
“You guys really have no manners. Instead of apologizing, you even dared to glare at me,” nagging the grown man who made Boy roll his eyeballs lazily.
Amanda understands the situation. Understand also people like Boy must be difficult to just say one word sorry. Then it will be he who will represent for everything to be well and they also do not need rain anymore, because the adult man did not allow them to enter at all.
“We're sorry, sir. Actually, my friend accidentally almost hit my son. He also does not know how to entertain small children so Vivin so cry,” said Amanda who knew the name of the boy from the screams of the father earlier.
While Boy rounded his eyes, why did this girl apologize? But what was wrong was that boy who was carelessly crossing.
The adult man was unmoved, still also staring flatly especially at Boy. Realizing that Amanda stepped on the foot of the man next to her.
“Aww, what the hell? Pain.”
“Hah? Don't want ah, why?”
“You are wrong so have to apologize.” Boy threw away his face, his tongue felt like he had a tongue to say that word. But Amanda's gaze made her unable to bear.
“Hem .. ma-sorry, Sir.” After a while, Boy finally succeeded. And although not satisfied, finally the adult man did not bother anymore. His son is also not papa, so he returns Amanda's umbrella and Boy's motorcycle key.
“Thank you, sir,” Amanda said before leaving there. Although without a smile but Amanda was a polite child, so the man was finally able to smile thinly and nod.
“You don't want to stop by? Looks like you guys are cold.”
“No need, Sir. We want to go home soon because it's getting dark.”
“Alright, be careful. Especially you, don't speed anymore!” Boy could only shut up because he also did not know what to answer. He could not promise because speeding was part of his life.
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“Eh, where are you going? Let me drive you home how?” Boy chose to push his bike, following Amanda from behind.
Amanda gave a quick look. “No need, my house is close.”
“No, that time is separated?” inner Boy was trying to think of a way to have a longer time with this girl.
“Aduh, duh. My hand.” Boy pretended to grimace, but there was no sign of the girl in front of him stopping.
“Aduh. Hey, you time no sense of caring at all to me?”
“For what?”
“I'm hurt, don't you need help?” sahut Boy while showing the actual wrist injury only in the form of scratches although somewhat wide.
Amanda stared flat, then switched on her watch.
“You know the nearest pharmacy?” ask Amanda who made the two corners of Boy's lips interested wide.
...
“Aduh ...”
“Why do you keep pulling your hand? Then when do I finish treating it?”
Boy smiled clumsily, was he caught on purpose? Hem, it doesn't seem because Amanda pulled back her hand to her bandage.
Boy silently smiled at the girl. Is he feeling the love of monkeys that people are saying? Well, from his age it does match that title.
“Already.”
“Hem, I-I'll buy you a warm drink. Wait here.” Boy walked away without waiting for Amanda to answer.
The young man then returned with a bag of crackles containing two glasses of warm milk but no longer visible Amanda. He looked around and saw that the girl had been hit by someone. Amanda looked comfortable even hugging the man tightly.
Boy's face immediately pouted. “I don't even know his name yet,” muttered as he looked at the two glasses of milk with a disappointed look.
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“I want divorce.” A scream echoed into the reception as Boy walked into the house.
The young man clasped the bag of crackles he was carrying tightly. Mom came out with a big suitcase.
“Ma,” call Boy Shrift.
Sonia looked at her son, with teary eyes she approached and hugged Boy tightly. “Im sorry mom, Son.”
Boy shook his head, although he was impressed not care but which child is not sad if both parents separated.
“You're with mom, right? Quickly clean up all your stuff.”
“No! Boy will remain in this house.” Yanuar approached them with a sharp look at his wife.
“Boy my son, follow mama yes Nak!”
“No!”
“Stop!” pekik Boy and his parents fell silent.
Boy looked at the two in turn. “I ... I'm with papa.”
A sentence made Sofia drop her tears. The child prefers to go with the father. Meanwhile, Boy immediately ran into the room after deciding it.
Inside the room he stared blankly in front of the window. While sipping the milk that was no longer warm, he stared flatly at the departure of the mother who was picked up by a man. Not without reason he chose the father, although both of them were equally unattentive but Yanuar at least did not cheat like Sofia.
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TBC.
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