"Yeah, you can come along," I answered. Because indeed, my purpose of inviting them is. So that Ricky and Arya can be together.
"You're coming, aren't you?" asked Genta to Ricky. I looked at Ricky, wondering whether he wanted to come or refuse.
"Without being asked, I will definitely come. I'm Nilam's future husband," he answered. I blushed at Ricky's words. Although with a tone indifferent and indifferent, the words were enough to make me blush. Even for a moment, I can forget Ricky's past love problems.
All eyes turned to me. In fact... Ricky immediately stopped the beating and then turned his body towards me. His smile was wide, and his eyes that had looked fierce again warmed.
I don't know Ricky.
I don't know at all, whether the Ricky I'm seeing today is like the Ricky I've seen at school before… even earlier. What is clear, Ricky now scares me even more.
I instinctively stepped back as he approached. How could a normal human being change his emotions in a matter of seconds? How come, the overflowing anger can suddenly disappear replaced with a gaze full of love? I know... it's not out of love, really. I'm sure it's because of some other problem, maybe... Does Ricky have a split personality? Or something? And it managed to make me look at Ricky like a stranger.
"Nilam... I've taught them a lesson... just like you said," he said.
That is not what I mean.
"I'm not asking you to fight, Rick!" I shouted. I closed my eyes tightly as I looked down. Because... I didn't dare look at his face. Honestly... I'm scared. More scared than I was before.
"I just told you to break up. Not to hit them! How many times do I have to say that I don't like seeing people fighting, Rick? I don't like seeing your arrogant attitude! How many times do I have to say that and you don't even listen!" my anger.
"Nilam... I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again."
I brushed off his hand that was about to grab mine. I immediately ran and entered the house. Genta, Lala, and Arya chased after me. Meanwhile Ricky? I don't know... maybe he came home, or even... he's still standing there stupid.