Please Look At Me!
Chapters 10

Long enough the girl just fell silent while looking at her motorbike. His mind is raging at the moment. I don't know how much time has passed, he's still in that place and hasn't reached home yet. His father would definitely scold him all out after this. He also felt completely innocent because he knew that his motor had been fiddled with by others until his gas tank was empty and he could not go home. He hoped that his father would accept the reason behind his delay in arriving home without being angry with him.

"Here," Raden said, handing Erina a bottle of about three-quarters of a liter of gasoline.

"You filled up your gas tank just got home" he continued.

Erina was quite hesitant to accept the bottle. He does not have a penny in his pocket at the moment to replace the gas money issued by Raden. But he desperately needed the gasoline to fill the gas tank of his motorbike that was dry.

"Other times instead."

Finally, the girl received the bottle with a sigh. He opened his motor fuel tank and filled it slowly. At least he can go home after this.

"Gosh my god."

The girl looked towards Raden who seemed to be very upset at this moment. He stopped pouring gasoline into his tank and noticed the man's motion at this time. Around it is still quite crowded because the brothers of his class had not moved from around his motorbike since earlier.

Raden rushed to clamp a small, disconnected hose near the front tire of Erina's motorcycle. The man really looked very upset. He rolled his gaze around so he could find something to keep the clasp on the end of the hose.

"Jeremy is yeah. If he takes someone else's gasoline by cutting his hose like this, he should close it up take the gasoline. It's even being let in like this."

Raden was constantly grumbling. He then asked for a rubber band from the other to tie the end of the hose so that the gasoline did not continue to be wasted. His frustration is really overflowing because of Jeremy.

The girl only fell silent in a state of shock and heartache. He never thought that his upperclassman would act so badly on him. His heart really hurt. Had no Raden helped him at this moment, it would somehow be his fate. Moreover, he did not have anything that he could use to inform people in his house that he was in trouble at this time.

"Well, it is" said Raden after tying the girl's motor gasoline hose tightly.

No more gasoline was dripping out from inside that hose. The girl continued to pour the remaining gasoline in the bottle she held into her gas tank. After that he thanked Raden, then said goodbye to go home.

***

He rode his motorcycle home with a wounded heart. His stomach that had not even been filled since then other than by mineral water, did not feel so hungry. He only hoped that his father would be willing to accept the reason for coming home very late this afternoon, or maybe it was already afternoon. He doesn't even have a watch to check what time it is.

His heart was beating very fast when he saw his father standing in the front yard of his current home. The two middle-aged men's hands crossed in front of his chest. Although he could not see it clearly due to the considerable distance, he could tell that his father's two eyes were currently staring at him very sharply and filled with anger.

The road to climb to the front yard of his house is quite sharp because he lives in a mountainous area. Not only sharp, the road is also uneven and slippery because of the rain this morning. He parked his motorcycle on the edge of the post security guard across the highway, then walked to his house.

"Why did you just come home?" ask his father in a furious tone.

"So my bike was carried by the same people. The gas tank was empty so I couldn't go home. Fortunately there was Raden's brother who helped me get home," he replied with a feeling of sadness and fear.

"My upperclassman, he said his name was Jeremy," the girl replied.

He simply answered all the questions his father asked according to what he heard. He also does not want to be blamed for mistakes he did not make at all. Erina really felt unfair if her father scolded her right now.

"That must be Ruben's son" said his father in anger.

"Where are your bike keys?"

The girl gave her motorbike to her father. The middle-aged man walked towards Erina's motorbike with firm steps and was filled with an excited rage. He seemed to not accept the nosy treatment of his upperclassman named Jeremy. After arriving, he turned on Erina's motorbike, then drove it away without saying where to go.

Erina's mother appeared not long after. The woman spread her gaze around looking for the whereabouts of her husband who was waiting for his eldest daughter to come home. But he did not find the man anywhere.

"Where's your father?" tanyakanya.

"Go, just now."

"Where?"

"I don't know either."

"Why did you just come home? Your father was already restless waiting for you. The food on the table is not even touched in the slightest by your father because you have not reached home, but he has come home from earlier."

The girl was sorry. He was sad and did not know how. He also did not accept being blamed like this because he felt he had done nothing wrong.

"So my bike was carried by the same people. My upperclassman said his name was Jeremy. My gas tank was empty. I could hardly go home if no brother Raden had helped me."

"Have you told your father?" ask the mother to make sure of something.

The girl nodded in response to her mother's question just now. He clearly told that to his father. Otherwise, it is precisely he who will be scolded all-out by the father. In fact, he may not only be scolded, but also beaten by his father.

"Geez!" said the mother while patting her head.

Erina looked in wonder at her mother. He did not feel that what he was doing was wrong and he knew exactly what would happen to him if he did not tell him about it. But maybe not so with the opinion of the mother who seems very worried at this time.

"Your father must have found Jeremy. Your father always was, couldn't stand his emotions at all. Always explosive, but not everything has to be solved by violence," said his mother in a very worried tone and regret the actions taken by the father.

This is not the first time that my father has been emotionally burned. It happens often and repeatedly. The middle-aged man had often resolved his problems angrily or with violence towards others long ago. Erina clearly remembers how her father solved the problem when she was in school in one of the cities in eastern Indonesia.