Love In Hate

6 Why do you smoke

Sun's POV

Today, he came again. But he came with a drink. Strawberry yogurt. He shoved me the drink before I could say anything. He took a sit next to me and opening his own drink. I took a glance at it. Lemon tea.

"Thanks," I said while showing him the drink in my hand. He just nodded.

"Why you bought me one?" I asked him before I took a sip from my bottle.

"Last time, I saw you drank only mineral water. So, I thought that maybe you need something that is more... nutritious?" he grinned.

I shook my head at his answer. "As long I'm not starving, mineral water is enough," I said.

"Yeah. I won't buy you anything next time," he pouted.

This time, I laughed hard. "What's with that face? Are you sulking?"

He rolled his eyes. "Sulking your ass."

He cursed. Well, it's normal for guys to curse. I took it as an improvement in our friendship. I always thought that using impolite words felt more... bonding?

We just sat in silence. As usual, I was listening to my mp3. It's a habit that I couldn't get rid off me.

"Can I ask you something?" Inn broke the silence between us.

I changed my sit to feel more comfortable. "Go ahead,"

"Why are you smoking?"

I raised my brows with his question. "If you are not forgetting, you smoke as well," I shoot him back.

He looked at me with furrowing brows. "When did I smoke?"

Now, I was the one that looked at him in confusion. Last time, did I imagine things? But we did have a talk about it. He'd even being sarcastic with me. Did he actually forget that? "Err... the first time we met?" I slowly said. I eyed his reaction.

I saw him thinking hard because of the knotting brows he had. Then, he widened his eyes. Maybe he just remembered it. "That..." he was showing his teeth, grinning. "...was my first time. I was trying it."

No wondered I never saw him smoking again. "And there you talked like you actually smoked," I said in defeat.

He laughed. "Sorry man. I forgot about that. And about the way I talked, you're the one who started it,"

Did I? "Well... it's just the way I talked," I replied him.

He shrugged. "Back to the topic. Why do you smoke?"

I just glanced at him while leaning my back against the wall. "What do you think? You had try it once,"

"I thought..." he stopped for a while. "It sucks," he made a disgusting face.

I just smiled. "Maybe for self-satisfaction? Everyone smoke, so I wanted to try it as well. And when I did, then it became like an addiction. Simply said, I couldn't stop after that,"

"Don't you think that it's bad?"

I nodded. "I know for the fact that it's bad. But just like I said, it's an addiction. It's not easy to stop."

"Since when?" he still asked me like an investigator. Why he was taking an interest in my life anyway?

"8th grade," and I patiently answered him.

"Are you a heavy smoker?"

I arched my brows. "Is having a pack of cigarette in 3 days considered a heavy smoker?" I asked him in return. "If yes, then the answer is yes,"

He let out a sigh. "I don't know either."

"Fair enough," I drank from my bottle.

"Give me your cigarette," I closed the bottle and put it aside before I averted my gaze to Inn. My cigarette?

"Hurry up," he hurried me. I had no choice but to give him mine. Although I had no fucking idea what he's going to do with it.

Once I let him have it, he shoved it into his pocket. I widened my eyes at him. "What're you doing? Give me back,"

He snapped my hand away. "Next time we meet, I'll just do the same," he told me.

"And why the hell are you doing that?" Now, I was angry!

He looked at the tree in front of us, avoiding my eyes. "Stop smoking,"

"What did you say?" I asked in disbelief.

He looked at me, straight into my eyes. "I said, stop smoking. I don't like it,"

And what is the connection if he didn't like it with me have to stop?

"You think it's easy?" I tried to find an excuse.

"I know it's not. But you can try. Slowly until you make it,"

This time, I furrowed my brows at him. "Why are you interfering into my life?"

"Because I care," his answer snapped me out from my angriness. He cared! Somebody cared about me. Even my parents never asked me how I was doing. Even my parents never said anything about me turning out this way. Let alone to persuade with soothing words like Inn did. And he was no one except a friend. Although I knew long that he wasn't a friend to me.

"I don't want to see you turning your life upside down. What is bad is bad. No matter how many people do it. Did you get my point?"

We were both staring at the tree in front of us. I hadn't answered him. I need time for this thing. But his encouragement was enough to make me took a step ahead. Honestly, I wanted to change as well. I knew this was not the life that I should live. But there was no one there to support me through all of these things. I couldn't do it alone. It's already became a part of me. It took me a hell to change.

"I'll try," I replied him after a while.

I saw him nodding his head. "That was enough,"

I'll try...