Uti, who was taking out her motorcycle, overheard Omar's mumbling. See, her brother was still seriously struggling with the crossword book.
"Number nine is down, a cartoon character who likes to eat spinach. What is it? There are six letters." Omar thought as he looked up, staring at the ceiling of his room, while his mouth could be seen chewing on a pencil. Not finding the answer, Omar chuckled in frustration. "Why is it getting harder and harder? Just move on to the next number."
Uti's lopsided smile was evident, the girl put on her helmet, then chuckled softly, "You don't know easy questions like that, you suckers."
Again, Omar gave his sister a sardonic look. "Let it go. Did you know?"
"You know, it's really easy."
Omar's eyes lit up like fireworks launched into the dark sky. "What the hell? Hurry up and tell me. I want to write it down now."
"Six letters, right? Write popeye, he's a cartoon character who likes to eat spinach. You know because you've seen the cartoon, so hurry up and write it down." Uti explained.
"What was that?"
"Popeye."
"Okay, I'm writing now." Omar, with quick hand movements, immediately followed his sister's instructions. Omar looked very focused, his sharp eyes squinting at the book in his hand.
After finishing, Omar immediately published the widest smile he had ever made. "That's right, the letters are just right. How come you can do that?"
"I can do it, it's an easy problem."
"Thanks," Omar said with a grin.
"Yes."
"Again, this is another difficult one, number three is downhill. The downhill ones are mostly hard." Omar actually got hooked, making Uti, of course, immediately reject him.
Uti waved her hand, indicating that she refused to be asked again. "You're so busy asking questions. I don't have time, i'm leaving now."
Uti's answer made Omar purse his lips, but the boy didn't insist. "Well, it's up to you."
"I'll help you when you get home and have free time." Uti replied as she backed her bike through the door.
"Ready, later tonight!"
"Yes, don't be a nag."
"You promised me, watch out for lies. I'll pay you tonight anyway!" Omar continued to harangue in his shrill voice, while Uti chose to ignore her brother.
Uti had now taken her motorcycle out of the house, and outside she found her little brother, Adam, playing with his toy cars. Uti smiled as her gaze crossed with her little brother's.
Adam looked up from his seat, ignoring his toys, and the little boy then walked over to Uti.
"Where are you going?" The adorable voice of his little brother was heard.
"I'm going away, you just stay at home, you don't come with me, later you will go with Mom and Dad, okay?"
Fortunately, Adam complied, his head bobbing up and down. After that, Uti started the motorcycle, waved, and left the house. Hopefully, when she arrived at Novan's house later, he would be home, preferably awake. Let everything be easy and quick.
While Uti was still busy focusing on riding her motorcycle on the road. Marcell and Weeby had just come out of the park, both walking side by side.
"What time is it anyway?" Weeby asked quietly, glancing at Marcell, who towered beside her.
"I don't know," Marcell replied quietly, keeping his eyes straight ahead.
Weeby's lips chuckled softly. "How come you don't know? Check your phone, where's your phone?"
Marcell immediately handed his cell phone to Weeby. "Here, see for yourself, I'm too lazy to look."
"Aish!" Despite being annoyed and feeling like punching Marcell's arm, Weeby still grabbed the boy's phone to see for herself. When she was done, he turned it off and returned it to Marcell, the owner.
"What time was it?" asked Marcell, this time glancing at Weeby's face.
"Eight o'clock, a little later."
"After this, do you want to go straight home or rest first at my house?"
"I don't know."
"Well, why don't you know?"
"I don't know, I haven't decided yet. What do you think?"
Marcell had, of course, already had an idea. "Don't go home yet, just take a break at my house, By. After all, it's a holiday, and the day is still long. Do you want to?"
"Hold on, I want to think about it first."
Marcell's lips twitched. "Why do you have to think about it? Just say yes to By, it'll be over quickly."
"That's what you want."
"Besides, if you go home, what will you do at By's house?" Marcell asked, his beautiful eyes focusing on Weeby again. "I guarantee you'll be hungover. You don't know what to do, do you? At best, you'll be lying on your bed."
"Fine, I'm not that foggy!" Weeby protested, her small hand tapping Marcell's shoulder firmly. "I have plenty of things to do. You don't know anything." Weeby snorted softly after finishing her sentence.
"What the hell? Tell me."
"Well, there are many types, I can chat with my dad, play my phone, play games, watch movies, watch YouTube, scroll social media, or eat. Basically, there's anything, do I really think I'm a statue that just wants to sit still?" Weeby rotated her eyeballs.
Marcell snapped his fingers. "Well, all of that can be done at my house. Except for that conversation with your father." Marcell grinned.
"My phone stays at home, I'm still charging it, but I already told my dad that if it's full, I'll unplug it."
"You can use my phone just relax. If you want, you can stay at my house until the afternoon. There's a lot we can do."
Weeby actually wanted to stay, instead of going straight home, she just wanted to play around and test whether Marcell really seriously wanted to keep her at the boy's house.
"How?" Weeby pretended to think furiously.
"By, please! For the sake of your handsome boyfriend, you have to want to."
"What's handsome? You're ugly."
"Yes, I'm ugly, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that you want to be with me." Marcell smiled mischievously while raising his eyebrows. While Weeby herself immediately pretended to put on a vomiting expression.
"So what about? Please consider it."
"I'm hot, I want to take a shower."
"Just take a shower at my house."
"No way, I'm embarrassed." Weeby protested again.
"It's okay, there's my mom at home too. It's not just the two of us, you already know my mom. I have a new towel, and then you can wear my T-shirt or hoodie. I also have colors and pants. You can wear all my clothes."
"It sounds easy, but any boy's clothes will be normal when worn by a girl. It's different when it's the other way around."
"Just imagine wearing the skirt that you have."
Weeby immediately burst into laughter at Marcell's words. The girl laughed for quite a while, Marcell joined in too, even though his laughter was soft. Marcell was happy to see Weeby looking so happy and laughing out loud like that.
"I imagine you cosplaying as a girl, wearing long wigs, lips polished with lipstick, both cheeks powdered, and using eyeliner too. Then you wear tight clothes, miniskirts above the knee, stockings, and five-inch heels."
"I'm just like a transvestite."
Weeby giggled again. Her laughter was very melodious, at least that's what Marcell caught.
"I think it fits."
"You're like that. It's really annoying."
"I don't want to go home yet, let's watch a movie after this."
Shocked by Weeby's sudden decision, Marcell was a bit frozen just now. However, he was very happy. "Now that's what I wanted earlier, thank you. I'll make sure you have fun. We'll watch a movie while snacking, there's plenty of food at my house, you won't go hungry anyway."
"That's good, I think I'll like it."
"What movie do you want to watch?"
"Whatever, I'll do whatever I want, the important thing is that I haven't seen the movie yet. I'm too lazy to watch it again, I already know the plot."
"Okay, that's easy, we'll decide when we arrive."
"But I'll borrow your phone later, I want to tell my dad first."
"It's easy with that. If so, where's your hand?"
"My hands?" Weeby was confused by her boyfriend's words. "What's wrong with my hand?"
"It's okay, where is it? I just want to hold it."
"Oh, I thought, what the hell."
"Can't I?"
"It's okay."
Weeby painted a smile on her lips. She let her hand be held tightly by Marcell. Marcell's hand felt so good in Weeby's, as if it were created especially for him.
"Later, if we're bored, we'll just go to Novan's house? Uti is there too, right? It'll be fun if we join them." Marcell made a suggestion.
"I don't want to." Weeby immediately refused without thinking, supported by a quick shake of her head, very sure of the decision she made.
"Why don't you want to?"
"Well, it's fun, but Uti and Novan want to do Mr. Hockey's work. And we can't just come and disturb their concentration. Let them focus on their work. We can't disturb them."
"That's right, I'm afraid they'll get rattled by us."
"That's it."
"But we can help Uti and Novan."
"What if they don't want to? Besides, the task is quite easy; in fact, one person can do it too. But Mr. Hockey gave us a break, so it's just two people. Alright, don't bother them. Just focus on us."
"What do you mean by focusing on us?"
"Just focus on our activities."
"I thought so." Marcell chuckled softly."
"What do you think?" Weeby looked at Marcell's face quizzically. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"It's nothing. We'll be there in a minute." Marcell pulled Weeby's hand tightly, then the boy ran a little, making Weeby pull forward. Inevitably, Weeby had to run too.
"Hey, what's the matter? Why do you have to run?"
"I can't wait, I want to go out with you, I want to be a pimp, I can't stand it anymore."
"Yes, I want to too, but there's no need to run too, Marcell!"
"It doesn't matter!" Marcell squealed loudly.
While Marcell and Weeby were already going to spend the whole day together since it was a holiday, Novan was on his way home with his father.
Novan was happy because his father was taking him to a place that he also wanted to go to. Novan was feeling very happy at the moment.
Novan looked at the vehicles racing past each other through the glass, while his father was on the phone with whoever, Novan didn't seem to notice, nor did he really want to know. Novan was busy watching the busy morning streets.
"What? Right now?" Jonas' tone rose several octaves, distracting Novan's focus.
Novan frowned as he looked up at his father's face. Jonas' face looked panicked, his lips pressed together and parted. Novan continued to watch, something seemed wrong, judging by the expression on the face of the middle-aged man sitting beside him.
"Okay, fine, I'll be there right now."
After that, the phone line was switched off. Novan and Jonas now looked at each other.
"What's going on, Dad?"
"My coworker wants me to come right now, it's not far, about thirty minutes away, and there's something important to discuss."
Novan continued to listen to his father's explanation. Occasionally, he nodded in understanding.
"Of course we can't go straight home, that would take too much time, and I'm in a hurry. It's okay for you to come with me, right, Novan? I'm sorry, I can't go home right now."
Novan thought that the meeting between his father and his coworker would last a long time, considering there were serious matters that were said to be discussed. Wouldn't it be better to have no interference from outsiders? Even if it's Novan. And Novan certainly didn't know what things his father wanted to discuss with his coworker. Surely he wouldn't understand. Besides, it would be boring, at least according to Novan. Novan didn't want to come, he'd rather just go home.
"I just go downstairs; I want to go home."
"Down here?"
"Yes, I don't want to disturb you and your friend, you need space. Also, you said you had something important to talk about, right? I can keep quiet, but I'll get bored. I think, I should just go home." Novan answered honestly, that's how he felt. Novan did not cover up.
"Yes, you're right. But do you really have no problem?"
"No problem, I'm fine. You don't need to worry."
"Okay." Jonas slowed down the car, then pulled over to stop. "I'll order you a taxi online, wait a minute." Jonas picked up his phone. Soon, he was done. "I've ordered it, you don't have to move, just stay here, the taxi will come soon."
"Yes, thank you. I will come down first then."
Novan opened the door, but his movement was suddenly stopped when Jonas held his hand. Novan turned his head, his eyes blinking in confusion.
"Novan, please forgive me, okay?"
"I don't need to apologize. I'll be fine on the road, be careful. It's not a big deal, Dad. I want to get off first then."
Once outside the car, Novan saw that the window was down. Then he saw Jonas' face.
"I'll leave first, okay?"
Novan nodded. "Be careful, Dad."
Jonas smiled, and not long after that, the car drove away. Novan waited for the taxi to arrive, which thankfully didn't take too long.
Novan guided the taxi driver to continue towards his house. In a short time, Novan finally arrived, and the man got off after saying thank you.
After the taxi had driven away, Novan walked into his yard. And, that's when Novan saw a motorcycle parked, then, Novan's gaze turned towards a girl who was sitting on his porch.
Then, as soon as their gazes collided in the air, the girl immediately stood up from her seat. Uti walked over to Novan, who was rooted to the spot.
Novan glared in surprise, forgetting that he had an assignment to do with Uti today. It was a good thing that he had actually decided to go home instead of going with his father.
With a fierce look on her face, Uti approached Novan. Her steps were fast and long. Making Novan swallow his own saliva.
"Shit, I'm dead, Uti must be angry. How could I forget like this?" Novan muttered to himself. It would be very surprising if Uti didn't get angry later. And that was highly unlikely.
Novan had to get ready.