As promised before, Weeby and Marcell agreed to meet at a park.
It was the weekend, so the visitors in this place were a bit more crowded than usual. Now Weeby was sitting on one of the long benches, her fingers tapping on the table, just to get rid of the boredom that had stuck to her.
Weeby sighed again and again in a huff, then her hand accidentally touched the back of someone's hand. Automatically, she immediately shifted her gaze to see who the person was that Weeby had touched just now, she wanted to apologize.
As soon as her gaze was diverted there, Weeby immediately stopped her breathing movement, she held it for a while. Her shock still wouldn't go away. How could that be?
"R-Resti?"
Weeby's mouth still refused to close, how could she meet that girl here? Weeby was still awkwardly responding to all of this. Moreover, Weeby felt very bad towards that girl.
"Yes, it's me," Resti replied briefly, and Weeby was of course confused about what Resti meant by sitting next to her like this.
"What do you want?"
Resti smiled at Weeby. Whether this was a gift or a catastrophe that Weeby was about to get, Weeby had never received a smile from Resti before, even greetings from her were rare, if not never. And this time, Resti did just that? From the look on her face, Weeby still hadn't found an answer.
"Eh?" Weeby froze in place as she received a warm hug from the girl beside her. The embrace of her hands wrapped around her body created a warm feeling of its own.
"Weeby, I'm sorry for being mean to you, I know I've gone too far with you, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. But, I'm really sorry."
Weeby couldn't help but smile as she returned Resti's hug, stroking Resti's back gently, wanting to channel the warmth that was created, Weeby also felt Resti's teardrops falling on her shirt.
After they both elaborated on the hug, Weeby smiled sweetly at Resti, and she smiled back, then, with great initiative, Weeby reached out her hand and ended up on Resti's face.
Resti could feel the warm touch of Weeby's hand on her face, and the brush of Weeby's fingers that were still trying to wipe away the traces of her tears. Her chest suddenly warmed up.
"You don't need to cry anymore, I'm not thinking about that problem anymore, so just relax, okay?" Weeby's hand moved to the back of Resti's hand, touching it tightly, and occasionally Weeby rubbed it with her thumb.
"Yeah, thanks. You're really nice to me, even after what I did to you," Resti said happily, her smile unable to contain itself.
"Not really," Weeby replied briefly, and she realized that she had also been a bad person in the past.
"Tomorrow I'm moving, where I'm getting married to Gama. Pray for me that the event goes well, okay?"
Although a little surprised about the impromptu information, Weeby tried to act as usual. A second later, she pulled her lips up.
"I will definitely pray for you. Gama agreed to marry you? So how did it start? Uh, sorry if I'm being presumptuous and too nosy."
Resti lowered Weeby's hand that was still hanging over her mouth, the question not bothering her at all.
"Yes, although before that, my heart was very broken when he rejected me outright. My parents and his parents agreed to marry us both. But not long after that, he agreed too. Yes, after all, the child I'm holding is Gama's child too."
Weeby nodded her understanding, then shortly afterward she asked again, "What about Marcell? Does he already know that you and Gama are getting married?"
"I want him to hear it from someone else, especially if you're the one who told Marcell, I know that I'm not very compatible with a good boy like Marcell, but what can I do? It's his destiny. And I have one request of you. Will you fulfill my request, By?"
Weeby's face instantly became tense, and with it, Resti's laughter erupted. Weeby's face looked very scared.
"I want you to date Marcell, the two of you are compatible, you'll fulfill my request, right?"
"Do it?"
Weeby couldn't make any promises about this, wasn't a relationship a bond where the seeds of love were planted between partners? If it's from a request, then what is it called?
Weeby doesn't think she can do that. However, Weeby herself always felt comfortable around that boy, and for whatever reason, Weeby's heart could not be compromised.
"Whatever you want. I'm so sorry, Weeby, now I'm leaving."
Resti lifted her butt from the chair, which was a little difficult because her stomach was already bigger than the last time Weeby saw her. This made Resti's movement a little difficult, unable to hold her back, Weeby immediately helped her up.
Weeby was really concerned about what Resti was going through, in her teenage years, she had to endure a hard life like this. Weeby couldn't help but feel a little sick seeing her, and her heart also felt cut.
"Thank you, By, but I'll leave first, okay?"
After receiving a nod of her head from Weeby, Resti began to hobble away from the girl's presence. Weeby continued to stare at Resti's back until she disappeared into the crowd. Weeby didn't know where the girl was going.
After standing for about three minutes, Weeby decided to sit down again, waiting for Marcell, who hadn't shown up yet. Weeby was already annoyed with herself, it had been thirty minutes and there was no sign of Marcell coming here. How annoying is that?
"Hey, aren't you tired of daydreaming? You'll get possessed, and then you'll know how you feel?"
Weeby jumped in surprise, her heart rate was already moving quickly when the sound of thunder and pounding from the table entered her ears simultaneously. Weeby already knew who the culprit was. Weeby quickly shot her face back, and sure enough, that annoying boy was standing there.
As soon as their gazes met, Marcell smiled sweetly, and no doubt, Weeby blushed deeply upon seeing him. Every day that boy looks so handsome, how come?
Weeby then rubbed her chest, her heart was almost out of place. Surprising someone was indeed that boy's middle name. His prankster nature did not want to disappear from his body, as if it had been stuck and was reluctant to be destroyed.
"Oh damn, you're so habitual, so annoying!" Weeby sulked, pursing her lips until the folds of her hands were already visible in front of her chest.
Without being instructed again, Marcell had already taken a seat beside Weeby, a light chuckle still not disappearing from his lips. The way that boy smiled made Weeby die of ticks. Why was it so intoxicating?
"How long have you been waiting for me here?" asked Marcell, and then he pushed his black hair back. His level of handsomeness had increased many times over.
"Yes, it's been a long time, where have you been?" asked Weeby, her gaze still scrutinizing Marcell's face. It seemed like Weeby didn't want to move from there, Marcell's facial gestures really made her addicted.
"Sorry By, it was really jammed earlier."
"That classic excuse, even though you just woke up," said Weeby.
"Whatever you say, By, I look handsome already?" Marcell raised a pair of thick eyebrows, intending to tease Weeby.
"What?" Weeby gaped. What kind of stupid question was that?
However, when the answer came out of Weeby's mouth, Marcell smiled broadly, while Weeby frowned at the words that had been blurted out.
"Yes, you're already handsome."
Weeby's cheeks felt very hot, and she knew for sure that her pair of cheeks were showing a tinge of red color.
"Thanks, without my asking, I already look really handsome."
Marcell's words just now succeeded in making Weeby let out a long sigh. I don't know where that boy got such a high level of confidence.
"I met Resti here earlier, she said that-"
Before Weeby could finish her sentence, Marcell deftly stuck his index finger towards Weeby's lips, he didn't want her to say anything again. Just the mention of Resti's name made Marcell's ears heat up. He didn't want to hear anything about Resti, he didn't care.
"I don't want you to mention her again, can you?"
Don't know if it was just Weeby's feelings or if Marcell looked really creepy. His facial gestures made Weeby swallow her saliva repeatedly. Without Weeby realizing it, Marcell had already arrived here, he just hid his body.
Of course Marcell saw Resti, who was talking to Weeby, all their words and movements could not escape his sight. So, without Weeby even explaining it, Marcell already knew it himself.
"But you have to know."
"I know."
"How do you know?"
"I've seen and heard your conversation with Resti. So, you don't need to explain anything else to me."
Weeby sighed softly, then slowly nodded her head. "Okay then."
"And I want to make sure once again, have you really forgiven me?"
Weeby looked back at Marcell, Marcell's dark brown eyes could be seen clearly. While Marcell waited for Weeby's answer while placing his big palm on the back of Weeby's hand.
Being treated like that made Weeby not want to refuse, her heart told her to keep quiet, and her feelings warmed up again to accept Marcell's helping hand.
"I've already forgiven you, don't ask me again. One more time you ask, I'll punch you in the face," threatened Weeby while raising a fist right in front of Marcell's face. In this way, Weeby hoped that Marcell would not say things like that again.
"Yes, yes, can I be honest with you?"
"What?" Weeby raised one eyebrow, she was suspicious of Marcell's words.
"Are you sure you want to listen?"
"What the hell!"
"Do you really want to listen, or just want to listen?"
That's right. Marcell's promises are just words without any proof. Just look at this boy, even though he had previously promised not to pester Weeby anymore. But what? The annoying nature just couldn't disappear.
Weeby gave a small growl, then smacked her lips in annoyance. Marcell really made her anger rise.
"You know, if you're annoying, just be annoying. There is no need to promise to change."
Weeby folded her arms over her chest, sulking and annoyed with Marcell. Instead of apologizing, the guy giggled beside Weeby, annoying her.
"You've been getting angry all this time. Don't you get bored, By?" Marcell teased Weeby again, pinching her cheeks until they instantly turned red. There was no doubt that Weeby was mumbling because the pull on her cheek was really tight.
"You've had a bad feeling for a long time. Don't you get tired of?" Weeby rolled her eyes, trying to imitate Marcell's style of speech that floated a few seconds ago. After that, Weeby averted her eyes.
"Yes, I'm definitely not bored. If I'm being annoying to you, I'm definitely smiling to myself. Smiling is an act of worship, and smiling also keeps you young. Now instead of you, you're just angry, you're already getting old, and you have high blood pressure too!"
Marcell laughed out loud beside Weeby, while Weeby snorted in annoyance. Marcell had a thousand and one ways to get back at Weeby. If this is the case? What could Weeby do?
"Alright, what do you want to say honestly? "No need to mince words, I'm still annoyed with you."
Marcell nodded in agreement, but at the same time his laughter was hard to muffle. Before starting his speech, Marcell cleared his throat briefly to stabilize his voice.
"I want to be honest and say that you are-"
Marcell dangled his words, making Weeby's astonishment level even higher. He stared at Marcell intently until the boy moved his face forward more and more.
No doubt, Weeby was now nervous to death. What would Marcell say? Weeby's heart was already dancing frantically.
"I just want to say that you're beautiful," Marcell said with a faint smile. That made Weeby's heart almost drop to her stomach.