Weeby wrinkled her forehead, her head still felt quite dizzy, she slowly opened her eyelids, it took her a few seconds to stabilize her body. The talons of her eyes then roamed, sweeping the view of this room. Then he realized that he was now in the hospital, because the IV tube attached to the back of her hand had become one of the strongest evidences.
Weeby still hadn't recovered the performance of her brain, she didn't know why she was here, she then tried to remember, then, after seeing the scene of the boy's embrace with Resti, her mind fell on the incident when she was with Marcell.
A heavy sigh escaped Weeby's nostrils. Why did it hurt so much to think about that incident? Weeby still hadn't found a strong reason why her heart could be like this. A few seconds after that, Weeby shook her head, a sign that she didn't want to think about the incident if her heart didn't want to accept the pain, again.
After closing her eyes for a while, Weeby opened them again, and then she blinked repeatedly when her sight caught the figure of Marcell, who was fast asleep beside her, his hand used as a headboard. Why is Marcell here? Even Weeby just saw that boy.
For a long time, Marcell's figure was stuck in Weeby's beady eyes, and her gaze still refused to move from there.
"Marcell, why are you here?" Weeby said softly, and she then tried to straighten up. After succeeding, she pulled a pillow and placed it at the head of the bed to serve as her headboard.
Marcell still didn't wake up from his sleep, it could be seen from his facial gestures that Marcell was exhausted and that his sleep was very deep. Weeby pulled a pair of lips upwards to form a smile that resembled a crescent moon. Somehow her heart was very cool seeing that boy.
Marcell looked even more handsome when he closed his eyes like that, Weeby's hand then moved and ended up in Marcell's hair, which slightly covered his face. She pushed the black hair back. Now Weeby could clearly see Marcell's face. His fair skin and slightly red lips, Weeby thought, were very cute, and there was an excess of handsomeness to him.
Weeby immediately laughed, moving her hand away from Marcell's face after wiping his cheek with the thin brush of her thumb, when Marcell moved his head because he felt a touch land on his face. For a moment, Weeby held her breath.
Slowly, the eyelids that were once perfectly closed opened. Marcell had not yet recovered his state, occasionally he still yawned in between stretching his muscles.
His blinks quickened when he saw that the girl in front of him was staring flatly at him. Marcell was still so shocked to realize that Weeby had woken up from her stupor. There was both relief and surprise attacking his body.
"Weeby, are you awake?" asked Marcell, and he looked at Weeby straight, he was not wrong, Weeby was indeed awake.
He moved the chair he was sitting on to be closer to Weeby. For some reason, Marcell was a little awkward responding to the situation this time.
Until the hoarse voice from Weeby's lips that was still pale entered Marcell's ears, Marcell immediately heard Weeby's words.
"Marcell, I fainted, didn't I? Did you bring me here?"
Marcell immediately gave a small nod, but the feeling of guilt still attacked him so hard that it left a fresh wound gaping wide.
Weeby slightly gasped while rounding her eyes as Marcell's burly palm wrapped around her small hand. Weeby was speechless, Marcell's treatment really made her heart beat faster.
"By, forgive me. I did a lot of wrong to you." Marcell said softly, but he did not dare to look at Weeby's pair of eyes, he was too weak to respond to the situation that was being created.
"Thank you, you brought me here."
Marcell lifted his chin, the tail of his eyes now flashed towards Weeby's face, and he looked closely at the beautiful face that was still smiling cheerfully.
Marcell just snorted, then he remembered something, and he said, "Your father was here too."
She was surprised to catch Marcell's words just now, but Weeby was able to neutralize it again. She nodded weakly, she didn't really expect the arrival of the middle-aged man who had made Weeby's life suffer until she entered the hospital like this.
"Your father also cried and apologized to you, I can see that your father is really sorry for what he did to you."
In fact, Weeby still hadn't responded to that decisively, her feelings still hurt, and there was no way her father would change so quickly like that. Weeby thought, it was a momentary sense of mercy. The proof is that now Weeby doesn't see her father's figure around her, right? If it's a pity, it's certain that Andika is now in this room and waiting for her to wake up, then he immediately rushes to apologize.
After that, they were both silent, busy struggling with their wild thoughts. However, Marcell's voice, which broke the silence, shifted Weeby's focus.
"I promise you, I won't bother you anymore. That's it." Weeby could see from Marcell's eyes that he meant what he just said, and his intonation also sounded very convincing.
"There's no need to change, just be yourself. Don't get depressed just because of me. I don't want that," Weeby's reply sounded clear in both of Marcell's ears, and a second after Weeby's words flew through the air, Marcell immediately shook his head twice.
"I can't, this is because of my own will."
"You're not going home?"
Marcell smacked his lips in annoyance, Weeby even changed the subject, Marcell didn't like that.
"I can't bear to leave you here alone, your father also told me to take care of you. So you just calm down, don't worry about this. Because you are now my top priority."
Marcell smiled briefly, while Weeby frowned when the word "priority" flew from Marcell's lips, she felt very strange with those words, but Weeby shook her head because she didn't want to think about anything.
"No, Marcell, you have to go home. Your mom must be worried about you, especially Resti, your girlfriend."
With a single stomp, Marcell pulled the chair back until the legs of the chair rubbed against the floor and made a loud, loud noise. Then, Marcell leaned his handsome face closer to Weeby's face until their noses collided.
Weeby immediately held her breath and swallowed her saliva repeatedly. Her heart disease had already flared up again when she was so close to Marcell like this.
"I don't want you to talk about that girl anymore, because I really hate her, now I don't consider Resti as my girlfriend anymore, you're all I have to think about now."
The warm air blowing from Marcell's nostrils could Weeby hit her face. The scent of mint had already begun to waft, Marcell always made Weeby die of fleas.
The next day.
Apparently it was true, Andika had changed, which made Weeby smile with emotion. All this time, what she had been waiting for had finally arrived, and her father again displayed affectionate behavior toward her. Weeby was still speechless, this was too sudden for her. However, she had to pray and thank God.
This morning, Weeby looked very excited, taking long steps down the stairs. After she reached the kitchen, Andika was looking at her while showing a pair of corners of his lips that were lifted up. Although the awkwardness was still lodged in her chest, Weeby couldn't help but feel excited.
"Weeby, come sit down, let's eat together."
Weeby just gave a small nod in response to that question, she moved the chair back, and a second later she sat her butt on it. After sitting down sweetly, Weeby's gaze turned back and fell on her father's face.
"Eat a lot, okay?"
Andika picked up some side dishes and placed them on Weeby's plate. In Weeby's opinion, the side dishes were too much compared to the rice. Of course Weeby wouldn't finish eating it all, but what the heck, she couldn't resist. She only showed a faint smile. Weeby really missed this kind of situation, especially missing her late mother. If only her mother were now here, joining the breakfast gathering, Weeby would definitely get a very wide smile.
Again, silence was created, only the clinking sound of the spoon touching the plate could be heard. Weeby chewed her food ravenously, while Andika also did the same activity, except that the middle-aged man occasionally glanced at his daughter. There was a sense of regret that still lingered in his solar plexus.
"Weeby?" Andika called softly, placing his spoon on the plate, then he looked at Weeby with a shady look.
"Yes, Dad, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry, okay? I really regret tormenting you like that, even to the point of hospitalizing you." Andika said with a trembling voice, and at the same time, his face looked down, he was ashamed of Weeby. His heart had been torn apart. He tried hard to hold it in, but he couldn't.
Without realizing it, the man's tears had fallen, not wanting to be seen by his daughter, he immediately wiped them away.
"I already forgave you, before you apologized, i also forgave you. I don't need to keep talking about it, now let's just start from the beginning. Don't think about what has already passed. Dad, you want to, right?"
Andika immediately smiled widely. "Yes, dear."