In a deserted field, Romi and Mesya decide to leave, David looks back at Mesya, and his views are different, Mesya is a special person for David.
"David, is he your sister?" asked Salsa.
"If you already know why are you still asking?" said David.
"Ah yes, I do know about it, it's just that I'm a little doubtful," replied Salsa.
David slightly parted his lips, "Doubtful?"
"Yeah, I doubt if she's your real sister," said Salsa.
David covered his mouth again now his expression was level again.
"Why are you silent?" asked Salsa.
"So, what should I do?" David asked back.
"David, I really like you, and I've told you many times, even though you rejected me repeatedly, but I still didn't give up," concluded Salsa.
"Then what does that have to do with your question?" David asked.
"There has to be, Dav. In all the time I've known you, I've never seen you interested in anyone, but with your sister, you seem very interested, and the smile and look are different." Salsa sighed. "And that's why I asked, is she your sibling?" asked Salsa to be sure.
David shook his head and whispered in Salsa's ear, "He's my biological sister or my adopted sister it's none of your business," David whispered, and then he left.
"David! Don't go!" said Salsa. The girl took David's hand.
"David, I beg you please tell me, do you like your sister?" asked Salsa again.
David paused for a moment.
"What do you mean asking me like that?" David looks very annoyed to hear Salsa's question.
"Yes ... yes because I think you like Mesya, it can be seen from the look in your eyes," said Salsa.
"You talk to me as if you know everything about me!"
"Yes! I know everything about you, David!"
"Oh yeah? Then...?" David's face looked relaxed and seemed to underestimate Salsa's words.
"Why are you talking like that, you can't seem to believe that I know everything about you, David!"
"That's right, I can't believe you know anything about me in the slightest! Since I think, there's a lot you don't know about me, I also wanted to ask you, is it okay?"
"Yeah, just ask, David!" replied Salsa.
This time it was David's turn to sigh.
"If I was a bad person, and a cold-blooded killer, would you still approach me?" David asked.
Salsa was silent for a moment, she felt strange and surprised by David's question.
"W-why do you ask like that, Dav?"
"Oh, why are you even asking?" David smiled faintly at Salsa, "You have to answer my question first, would you still want to approach me if I was a murderer?" asked David again.
"Yes!" replied Salsa firmly.
David frowned.
"Wow, unexpected answer, can you tell me what is the reason for your answer?"
Salsa took a deep breath, then answered firmly why she liked a man like David.
"I will still approach you because I love you very much. And besides, I don't believe what you say that you are a murderer! Because I believe that what you say is a lie!" said Salsa.
"Haha! So that's your excuse!" David burst out laughing again.
"Haha! Haha! I'm already sad you're just a cheap stupid girl!" booed David to Salsa.
Hearing the insults made Salsa very sad.
Her heart ached and constricted, as cruel as this, David said that she was a stupid and cheap girl.
Salsa realized if what David said was true, she was very stupid and cheap, didn't care about her pride, even though she had been rejected many times by David. But Salsa still couldn't hate David.
Her love never faded, even though it hurt as David told her, Salsa still couldn't hate David.
"Why are you crying?" David asked, stroking Salsa's hair for a moment.
"You, really are just a Stupid Girl, and I warned you from the start, that I'm not the person you expected, but a stupid girl like you would never care huh?" David shook his head.
"Cek... cek... cek... The longer you approach me, the longer you'll be a prisoner!" said David, then David left Salsa just like that.
Salsa is still crying in the middle of the basketball court. She no longer stopped David in his tracks.
All the stadium seats were empty, there was no one, and only she was left.
"David, why are you mean to me? What am I lacking? Hik hik ...." Salsa sobbed again.
Salsa thought David's words were just bullshit, and David deliberately said bad things about himself to get Salsa to stop and give up.
But not for Salsa, for her, the figure of David is a prince in her eyes.
Only David could make her heart beat faster, and just seeing David's face made her heart flutter.
Although everything is only beautiful in a dream and too painful in reality, Salsa doesn't care.
She still believed in her determination that she would always go after David.
"Hi, Salsa,"
Someone called out and tapped her on the shoulder from behind.
"Arthur?" Salsa looked at the person who tapped her shoulder.
"W-why are you here?" asked Salsa.
Then, with his trademark laugh, Arthur answered Salsa's question.
"Of course, I wanted to meet you," Arthur replied.
"Why? Why do you want to meet me?" asked Salsa.
Then Arthur held out a handkerchief to Salsa.
"This is for you," Arthur said.
"Thank you," said Salsa, accepting it.
"I know you really like David, but unfortunately my cold brother doesn't like you huh?" Arthur asked.
"Yeah, right, I liked your brother, ever since we were in elementary school," said Salsa.
"Wow, it's been a while huh?"
"Yes," Dan Salsa lowered her head.
"Then what is your purpose in coming to me?" asked Salsa still with her head lowered.
"I just wanted to help you, because I think my brother is too naive not to tell you how she feels," Arthur explained.
"What do you mean?" Salsa immediately raised her head. "Do you think David likes me too?"
"Haha of course!" Arthur replied.
"No! You're just entertaining me because David doesn't like me at all he likes Mesya!" said Salsa.
"Let's talk somewhere else!" Arthur took Salsa's hand.
Arthur has a plan for Salsa.
He brought Salsa to sit in the chair audience.
The two of them chatted about David, and Arthur seemed very supportive of Salsa's relationship with her brother, whatever the reason.
Arthur is indeed very unpredictable, behind his clumsy attitude there seems to be Arthur's mysterious attitude, and all this time he has covered it with an indifferent attitude and seems easy to be underestimated.
To be continued