Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure (Part 2)

(142) WA: Boys be Smile

Someone was knocking on his door. "Yes?" Kalim ran toward it and opened it. His blood ran cold when he saw the person standing behind it. "Oh, hi Jamil."

Jamil looked at him from top to bottom, at least a bit of him that wasn't hidden behind the tall door. He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You're dressed?"

Kalim chuckled lightly. "Y-Yeah. I just need my makeup."

"Alright-"

Jamil stepped forward but Kalim shoved his arm, stopping Jamil from entering. " I can do this on my own! "

"What?"

"There's no need to worry Jamil. You can get ready for yourself."

"I'm already ready." It was true. Jamil was already in his formal clothes and his hair neatly braided.

"Oh. Then you can relax for a while before the party. I'll be down in a few minutes. I got this!" Kalim didn't let Jamil say anything before he slammed the door in front of him. He didn't want Jamil to see him slide down the door, breathing anxiously for a minute before he could even stand up again.

Kalim, in fact, did not 'got this'. Especially not with his constant trembling fingers that just couldn't stay still for two seconds. The urge to huff was strong but he just couldn't. If he wasn't ready in three minutes, his father would be questioning him and then he would ask Jamil. And asking Jamil was the last thing Kalim wanted.

"Come on..." he gritted his teeth, trying his best to tie the scarf into his usual bow. "You do this before why is it so hard now?" Maybe because Jamil was there- stop! The bow slipped once again and Kalim let out a sigh. What is wrong with him? He just wants to do things on his own. No Jamil. He doesn't need to be babied. He promised himself.

"Kalim?"

"Ah!" The boy jumped as he turned around, back nearly hitting the table behind him. After a quick inspection for the new person, Kalim let out a small relieved sigh. "Vidya. I thought you're someone else."

The young lady named Vidya was a year older than him, hence the mature air around her. Her dark magenta hair was only tied at the end and wore a thin teal vile at the back of her hair and a pink hibiscus flower behind her ears. Her jade eyes were warm, making Kalim fuzzy inside in a good way. Her teal halter-style dress reached her knees, decorated with leaf and blossom-style patterns on the end and gold trims. Her upper arms until her wrists were covered with dark blue arm-warmers and teal butterfly-frills. The same frills around her ankle bracelets and she also wore sandals.

"I knocked but you didn't answer, so I just let myself in," she said, walking toward him. Kalim quickly reached for his scarf, hiding it behind his back. But Vidya already noticed it. She always somehow found out more about him than himself. "Having a bad hair day?"

Kalim ducked his head, feeling embarrassed for some reason. "It's stupid," he grumbled.

Vidya just smiled. "Here. Let me help," she said, a hand on his shoulder as he was pushed own gently to his seat.

"There's no need." Kalim stood up, "I can-"

But Vidya kept a hand on his shoulder and she reached for the comb. "It's okay. The back of your head is still messy."

Kalim huffed again. "It got messed up every time I tried to wear my headscarf."

"Then, I'll get the turban, kay?" Vidya said, to which Kalim hummed. They didn't say anything as Vidya combed his hair, untangling all the stubborn knots. Kalim didn't even dare to look up to the mirror, his eyes went to the scarf in his lap and his fingers were playing with it in an almost anxious manner.