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(Navy's POV)
"We don't even need to worry for anything at all. Turn out, your family also knew about this." I said to John while he's driving the car.
We just met his family for lunch this afternoon. They said they knew about us in the last 3 years ago when they saw my pictures on his laptop.
"Did you really set my picture as your screensaver?" I ask for his confirmation.
He nods.
"Yeah, it was during semester break, I think. Because I miss you so much at the time. So, whenever I open my phone or laptop, I still can see your face."
I smile shyly.
"But, why not now though? Your laptop doesn't even have my pictures in it anymore."
He laughs a bit.
"Because you are in front of me. I don't need to see the picture when the real one is here."
"Well, what if I got so busy and we didn't meet for a few days or weeks? What are you going to do?"
He frowns his forehead.
"What am I going to do? You think I don't have all your pictures saved inside the computers and my phone? I have tons of your pictures."
I nod and smile proudly.
"But, only decent pictures, right?" I ask him with a curious face.
He tries to avoid my stare. I was surprised.
"Did you keep all the photos?" I ask in a shocking face.
"It just only for me. A picture of you and me in bed, kissing, and cuddling. I need that too you know when I'm away from you."
I was unnerved.
"You pervert."
"Hey, don't say that to your boyfriend. Not nice okay. I already saw everything, so why is this one different?"
"It's different because you kept the photos."
"I will not delete it. It's my collections and you have to accept it."
I lost for words.
"Up to you... pervert."
He pouts at that comment.
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We arrived at a *futsal center around 8pm. Gulf and his friend are already there waiting for us. Today, me and Gulf planned for a friendly match with his university friend.
"So, how will we decide the team today?" Gulf ask me.
"I'm okay as long as I'm not in the same team with him." I answer and point my stare at John.
John makes an angry face. Who cares. He still upset me with the pictures.
Gulf looks a bit flustered when I said that. But he nods and divides the team accordingly.
One game will last around 30-60 minutes in a very fast pace. First half is around 20 minutes. I team up with Gulf and his friend from the same faculty while John team up with a few of Gulf friend from different faculty.
The game starts in fierce way because everyone needs to be fast when playing futsal. I am playing on the left wing, covering for the goalkeeper. Gulf as usual, will strike the goal as much as he can. But he is very good in playing soccer. So, everyone is not surprised anymore.
20 minutes have pass in a flash and now, my team scored 5 to 3. We are winning the game and I am using this to annoy John because I know he really hates to lose in futsal. I start to get my team hype and cheer up loudly. Then, I take a look at John and smile naughtily.
"Are you having a fight with John?" Gulf ask me when we are resting on a bench.
"No. Why are you asking that?"
"Because usually you will always stick with him during break."
So straightforward answer. I gulp.
"Nothing happens. He's our opponent today, right? But we are in the lead now because of you. Your skills are remarkable." I try to divert the topic.
Gulf smiles shyly.
"May I ask you something, Navy?"
"Yes?"
"It's about relationship." He sounds a bit hesitated.
"Well, what do you want to know?"
"You know, I'm having trouble with girlfriend nowadays because I don't have that much time to spend with her. May I know how you manage that?" He asks with a very slow voice.
I am a bit surprise to hear this question.
"Why do you ask me this?"
"Cause you are also busy, but I see you can manage your relationship pretty well."
"Huh?" I still cannot understand what he means by my relationship. As far as I know, I never tell anyone about me and John except for the past few days to our family.
"I know about you and John." He really said that that with confidence face.
I try to cover my blushing face because this guy is very straight forward.
"Well, for me, it's not that much. I just really need to give my attention whenever I'm with my loved one." I answer shyly.
Gulf seems not to understand.
"The time that we have with the people that we loved is precious. No matter how busy you are, but, whenever you are with someone you love, you can feel happy about it. Use your time with your loved one doing things that both of you like even for a short time."
"You mean sex?"
I was surprised by his comment again.
"No, you idiot. Why always jump to that? There are many more things that you and your partner can enjoy together. You guys should find it out together."
Gulf seems to be thinking about what I have said. He stares blankly.
"What you just told me, the same as P'Mew. He also advised me the same thing."
"Well, good for him cause that's the truth. Although, none of that is matter if you don't feel anything for her anymore."
He frowns his forehead.
"Do you still love her?"
He keeps silent for a moment with my question.
"I'm not sure anymore. With the busy schedule and all the fighting, we had, I honestly don't know anymore."
"Then, you should find your own answer. You can't keep hanging your feeling like this. You need to know what you want. Speaking of which, what actually do your heart want?"
He looks at me with a tense eye.
"I.. I.. I.." He stuttered and looked a bit worried.
"Why? Do you want to tell me something?"
He sighs loudly and then lean his face a bit towards me.
"If I tell you this, please do not tell anyone." He whispers to me.
I nod with a curious face.
"I think I might like someone else."
"Who??" my face shows curiosity.
He looks like thinking to tell me or not.
"What are guys whispering about?" John interrupts us when Gulf about to tell me his secret.
I am frustrated and look at him with eagle eye.
"It's nothing. I'll go to my friend. You guys can talk." Gulf then hurriedly go away from me.
"Why does he look suspicious?" John asks me while looking at Gulf.
"Why do you care?" I slightly raise my voice at him, angrily.
"Are you still upset with me about the pictures?"
"Well, not anymore. Now, I'm mad at you because of something else."
"What is it?'
"You don't have to know, crackhead. So annoying." I lash at him then leave him there to join my team.
The second half continues, and we all play as usual. But, not until John get injury when he was tackled by my teammate.
"Are you okay?" I ask him with a worried voice.
John lies down with a grunting face.
"I think he's ankle is injured. Get him to rest at the side first." Gulf gives his instruction.
I nod and helping John to stand.
"I will be out of the game with John. You guys continue the game without us."
Then, I bring John to the bench and start to look at his ankle.
"Is it hurt if I do it like this?" I ask him when I pull his feet a bit upward.
"No. Just now, it's hurt. But not anymore. Maybe, it will get better if put some ice on it."
I nod and bring the ice pack for him. Suddenly, I feel so guilty about lashing out on him just now. It's not his fault. Also, John did not say anything while I am putting the ice pack on him. Is he sulking again? I take a look at him but he only focusing on the game in front of him.
"I'm sorry, John."
John looks a bit surprise.
"What are you sorry for?"
"Because I said you're a pervert and get angry at you just now. I give you the permission to take the pictures and keep it before, so I don't mind if you want to keep for yourself now. I accept whatever you want to do with me before, so now is not a problem anymore."
John laughs a bit.
"Why do you laugh?"
"You know, you rarely say that you love me. But you always say sorry."
I bite my lips cause of embarrassment. He's right. I always say sorry.
"But that's okay too. Because I know, whenever you say sorry, meaning you are thinking of me. And that means, you love me. I accept the fact that your 'sorry' is meaning 'love' to me."
I smile shyly. He's right though. I barely say the love word to him but, I always say sorry. For me, sorry is not a loser thing to do when it's about someone you love.
"You can believe whatever you want, asshole." I say it snarky.
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Note : Futsal : a modified form of soccer played with five players per side on a smaller, typically indoor, pitch.
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