PERIPLES
12. Sister Harris's House

Still like the days before, this morning the Sun appeared in the eastern horizon. In line with the emergence of concerns about the heart that has not fully recovered. Concerns began to arise after I heard from Rena, that Mahen, who I had considered an ex-boyfriend, said that our relationship was not finished.

"Vellas. You wait downstairs." Call mom behind my door.

"Yes bun. Just left."

This afternoon is the schedule of our school team to compete. I was wearing a new light blue jersey that read Angels FC in the front center, which I wrapped in a gray jacket that my father bought last year.

Shoes, knee-length socks, and crab (calf protection) I put in my little backpack. I left with a black sandal. This time I pulled my hair on the top.

After making sure everything was ready, I went out of the room and down the stairs. I saw Sister Harris talking to my mother. They both looked at me, when they realized my presence.

"Old brother?" My toot.

Mother smiled, "Udah from earlier. Just wanted mom to make a drink, uh you're ready."

"Eh yaudah bun makes you drink first. It's a little long, too."

"Not bother tan, we just go straight. You see, someone left at home, so have to go back home first." Reject Sister Harris.

"Oh jaudah. You guys be careful. Hopefully it can perform to the maximum, and produce results as expected."

"Aamiin's." Answer me and Brother Harris in unison.

I shook Mother's hand, "Mother, Vella's leaving yeah."

Then take turns with Brother Harris who touched the mother's hand, "I brought Vellanya first yes tan. Assalamualaikum."

"Yes. Don't speed, son. The waalaikumsalam."

As usual, I'm wearing a helmet belonging to Brother Harris. Riding the motorbike he used to carry.

"So I have to apologize to your mother."

"Why?"

"Gue can't if you don't speed. The distance from here to my house is far away. And we're chasing time."

"Yaudah kakpapa speeding, which is important not careless."

"What matters is that lo handle the deck. Hold me."

I'm unmoving. Where to hold? I raised my hand to hold both of Sister Harris's shoulders. Long breaths of Harris are heard. He lowered my hand and moved it to his waist. My heart is beating no longer normal.

"Is he ready?"

"It's brother."

Sister Harris put her bike forward very fast, so inevitably I have to tighten my arms. Errata, tighten my grip on her waist.

You could say hot enough for the hot sun at ten in general. I was shocked when at every red light, Kak Harris's broad hands clasped both of my hands that were tied to his abs.

"Let your hands not overheat." Obviously Sister Harris.

After going through seven red lights, we reached her house. The white house is arguably too big if only lived by Kak Harris, his sister, and both parents.

"Come on." Take Sister Harris with my hand.

In the courtyard of the spacious house of Sister Harris, I saw a familiar car. I stopped for a while, just to be sure.

"Why stop?" Ask Brother Harris.

I looked at him, but he saw the car that I had noticed. Brother Harris's face turned serious. The eyes that were usually warm now turned cold.

He turned his eyes. Without a word, the man pulled me back to step into the house. Damn I even want to pee.

"Can't you go to the toilet?"

Brother Harris nodded, "Come. But not alone? I'll grab the stuff in the room first. You go straight there, later if it's stuck, just turn right."

Sister Harris walked quickly up the stairs. I also ran to the toilet which seemed to have been waiting for my arrival.

After feeling relieved, I set foot to return to the living room of this large house. It can be called a palace.

As I passed through one door, I heard voices I shouldn't have heard. The usual plots uttered by two people who are having a husband and wife relationship sound quite loud.

I shuddered in horror, and sped up my pace. Just be right. It's a broad day like this that Sister Harris's parents do it.

I went back to the living room, and it turned out that Sister Harris had not yet come down. I'm surrounding this room. Looking at the photo of Kak Harris and his sister who turned out to be very beautiful, had the same dimples on both cheeks.

Stalled steps. My eyes were fixed on one photo that featured four people smiling happily. My chest is in pain. My heart beats so fast, it doesn't even give me a breather.

With very heavy steps, I walked out. Walk closer to the car that I thought was familiar. I just wanted to make sure of something.

My head was really dizzy when I saw the license plate number of the car. I felt the bones in my body escape one by one leaving their place.

I held my chest which was very painful. My legs were lunglai, my body collapsed in front of the car. My eyes were heating up, but I was really forcing myself not to cry.

"It's not time to cry Vel." I told myself with a trembling voice.

I've heard that there's one way to calm down, it's called butterfly hug. Still in a state of calm, I crossed my hands in front of my chest. I grabbed both my shoulders, and patted them slowly, repeatedly. Breathe out regularly.

The words of the mother who wanted her child to be a good person suddenly rang in my mind. The tired face of the mother he always covered with a smile suddenly came to my mind. I must be with my mother, I must be a stronger person in order to strengthen my mother. I must not be weak, for mother will be more and more helpless. Isn't it just my mother's hope?

I stood up, patting my pants in the dust. A few seconds later I laughed. I laugh at my life. I want to say that I'm tired, but I'm ashamed of those out there who feel more tired.

I just failed at romance. I still have a wonderful mother, a great friend, and I am grateful to be treated so well by everyone around me.

"Where do you think, Azaghfirullah."

I turned my head, finding Brother Harris who was standing not far from me with an anxious look.

"Search for air."

"Jude yuk. Cus to GOR. The others have gathered."

I nodded and approached him, "Take what the hell did you think?"

"Nametag. Make the player, coach, same official. Where it was slipping again, so long ago. Sorry yes."

"No, brother."

God intentionally set this all up. Starting from me who was picked up by Kak Harris, the name left behind, and the length of Kak Harris in his room. God has given me a way to know what God has prepared.

"So, did you eat, right?"

I nodded, "Udah dong. Two hours before the clock."

Sister Harris smiled and patted my head. He took the helmet and put it on my head. But before that happened, I held him back. "I wear it myself, brother."

"Eh? Yow."

I picked up the pink helmet with a bad feeling. Kak Harris' sweet treatment to me all this time, doesn't feel special anymore. I want to prevent my heart from falling on him.

Kak Harris' motorbike drove out of the house traumatizing me. I'm not going to pretend nothing happened today. I'll remember, because that's the truth.

It wasn't until twenty minutes, we reached the Diamond Sports Building. Outside the building there are a lot of people. More than five groups with colorful jersey, making the atmosphere more crowded.

Supporter I think five times more than players. They had already carried banners bearing the names of their respective schools. Equipped with various tools to accompany the song they will sing for the hero. There is also a painting of his cheeks with a red and white flag. Very enthusiastic though.

Me and Brother Harris walked hand in hand towards where our team had gathered. As usual, Sister Harris became the center of attention of the girls who were there.

"Sorry, it's late." Sis Harris.

We both bertos with all Angels FC members. I spread my eyes. I see Mahen school also represents, it looks like Mahen and Ica are the managers. They are gathering with their team. But with Mahen's position next to Ica.