AMETHYST: Drucless Lover
AKD - 1 - AQUAMARINE

-◎◎ Devitaa ◎◎-

I was born Devitaa Joanne. In the national language, it means singles.

Ah, naw.

I was just kidding.

Amit-amit.

Now I'm in 12th grade at one of these Planet Earth High Schools. Call it in Southeast Asia, precisely my beloved country, Indonesia.

The question is... Why should I be single in this century?!

Please, I'm not that bad. Sometimes I feel jealous to see my girlfriends who already have girlfriends.

Actually not a few men who come to me and express their feelings in earnest. When PDKT, everything went fine. A few days later, they were no longer with me.

I don't know what the reason is.

They will leave and seem to not know me. In the end I was single again.

I've never had a boyfriend, really.

Is the boyfriend important? Actually not really. But, because my friends have girlfriends, I'm alone.

They left me with their girlfriends. It's not really Tega? They've already decimated this single creature.

Forgetit.

My teenage years were no fun. No need to discuss.

I am currently in a taxi. After the school hours are over, I want to go straight home.

I am the only child of separated parents. Now I live with my grandmother in a wheelchair. He had a stroke and could not see.

I took good care of him, because he took care of me since I was a child. I always call my grandmother with an omma.

This December is very cold. The taxi I was riding in was stuck in traffic. I hope my mom eats well. There were two nurses watching over him as long as I wasn't home.

Saturday and Sunday they will go home, because I will take care of omma.

I saw the streets getting wet from the sudden attack from the sky. Yes, rain is pouring down the city.

I tightened my jacket as I looked out of the car. I saw a thick green fur coat in one of the shops on the side of the road. It seems to be warm if used in this weather.

Omma will love it. It just so happens that he likes the color green. But the shop is closing. I immediately patted the driver's seat.

"Sir chauffeur, I'm down first, yeah."

"Oh yes, please."

I got out of the taxi while running to the store through the rain.

"Excuse me."

Hearing my voice, the two people who were closing the shop turned their heads.

"Can I pick a shirt?" My toot.

"Please come in."

It seems that the two men were a couple. Friendly, they invited me to choose the clothes attached to the torso neatly lined up in front of me.

"I like this, how much does it cost?" I pointed at the green coat that made me fall in love when I first saw it.

After paying with a 'magic card', I got back in the cab and went home.

At home, I saw my omma in front. He sits in a wheelchair. Seems waiting for me.

I had to run through the rain again.

"Omma." I greeted him.

"Darling? You're home yet?" Omma raised both her hands to hug me.

How'this? I'm getting wet.

"The "Vita? Did you forget to bring an umbrella again?"

"Hehe, yes." I scratched my head that wasn't itchy.

"Other times, have your father donate one of his cars" joked omma.

I laugh. "I'm wearing a jacket, so it's not too wet."

Omma nodded slowly.

If the house is dirty, I will call a company that provides home cleaning services. Omma houses are usually cleaned once a week.

"Omma's eating?" My toot.

"So the food deliveryman had brought something that smelled good. But, Omma wants to eat with you."

Oh yes, there is a subscription restaurant that I deliberately ordered to deliver food to the house every day at certain hours.

That is why kitchen items in the omma house are always shiny.

No one is cooking.

I can't cook either.

"Why doesn't Omma eat first?" My protest.

"It's not good not to eat with you."

Oh, I'm so romantic. If only someone else had said that.

Ah, my bucinku start again.

I took off my jacket and put it on the chair. "Now that I'm here, let's eat."

I feed the omma painstakingly. When I was a kid, Omma used to bribe me. Compared to my real mother, I am closer to omma.

"The nurses remind Omma to eat, right?" Me ask carefully.

With a ketus, the omma replied, "Omma is not comfortable with their existence. Just tell them to stop."

Both nurses worked well. I really appreciate their hard work during these 2 months.

"If they quit, who's gonna take care of Omma when I go to school?"

"Omma can't see, can't walk, and Omma's hearing has started to get worse. But, Omma can be alone."

I hugged my beloved Omma. It's so sad that I heard it.

Suddenly I remembered something. "Omma, I brought a surprise to Omma."

Omma looks happy. "really? What is it, honey?"

I took the coat I had bought and put it in the body of the omma. Looks very suitable for him.

"Omma looks beautiful" I said.

"really? So warm. What color is it?" Ask omma spirit.

I smiled bitterly. "Green. Omma's favorite color."

I received a warm hug from this spoiled ommaku. "Thank you, Vita, my dear granddaughter."

"I love Omma."

"Omma loves Vita too."

After taking omma to bed, I went to my room and laid my body on the bed.

It's so cold, I don't want to take a shower. However, I feel uncomfortable if I have to sleep without taking a shower first.

I had to turn on the shower and shower with warm water. After a few minutes, I came out of the bathroom and put on my nightgown.

For a moment I saw my face in the mirror. I have a pair of round and big eyes. Omma said my eyes are like squirrels.

My iris is different from most Indonesian eyes. It's amethyst, but I'm not mixed-blood. My parents are Indonesian.

The color is not very clear if I am in a bright place. The color will look like light brown. If I stood in a dark place, then the color of my eyes would be clearly dark purple.

Mom and Dad had a problem with my name. Mama wants Violet's name for me, while papa wants Resvita's name. It means the same thing as purple.

For some reason, finally the name Devitaa was chosen. It might sound a little cute to me.

After mirroring, I jumped onto the bed and pulled out a thick blanket to wrap my body. Slowly I started to fall asleep. When I was on the verge of consciousness heading into dreamland, I sensed that someone was sitting on the edge of my bed.

Then a cold hand touched my neck gently. I'm getting cold.

When I tried to open my eyes, it was hard. My eyelids feel heavy.

Even more surprisingly, I felt something wet touch my lips.

Who is this guy?

How dare he kiss me!

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14.38: 1 October 2019

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