Love In Hate

14 Expectation

Sun's POV

I'd been noticing it for a while now. He never opened that biology book for more than 10 minutes. It's either he didn't like that subject or he was too clever that he could remember it within 10 minutes. But my heart told me, it's the former.

He was doing physics. I worked on my language subject as I needed to send it tomorrow.

"Don't work on biology?" I asked him.

He looked up to me for a moment and focused back on his book. "I don't feel like doing it,"

"You don't feel like doing it or you don't like it?" I carefully said. He stopped his writing and looked at me. He then put his pen on the desk and leaned against the chair.

"I don't like it..." he paused. "... at all," he then let out a sigh.

I also stopped doing my homework and gave my full attention to him. "You said you want to be a doctor and yet you don't like biology? It's the mainstream in medical field." I told him.

He nodded. "I know."

"Then?"

"The truth is... it's my parents' dream. I never wanted to be a doctor," he looked at the ceiling, putting his hands behind his head. "But I don't want to disappoint them. They had high expectation on me,"

"You're saying this now..."

"I fed up to live in others' expectation." He continued. "Truly fed up with bio... with the thing that I don't like," he rubbed his face with his hand.

"If you don't want to be a doctor, what do you want to be then?" I wanted to know his true dream.

He had his sight on me. "I want to be a musician. Not a singer, a musician. I want to be a professional one."

Musician? I furrowed my brows. It's totally the opposite with doctor. I thought it would be something like engineering. "Tell them that," I said.

He shook his head. "I don't know how to say it. Musician is not an easy career. It's hard to get a job. People don't take notice of musician. Unlike doctors, businessmen, scientist, etc. You know that. But I admit that I'm too damn tired with this biology thing,"

I just nodded even though I didn't know what it felt liked when someone gave their hope to you. Expect you to do well in what they desired. I had no one to expect a thing from me. My parents never told me what they wanted me to be in the future. Maybe I needed to be thankful for that. At least, no one could force me to do something I don't like. I could create my own future. Indeed... every cloud has its silver lining.

"Inn,"

"Yes?"

"By hook or by crook, you need to start persist this thing with your parents. Tell them it's not the thing that you want, before it's too late,"

"I think it's already late," he chuckled. But I knew he wasn't laughing because of his joke.

"It's not," I shook my head. "You had another 2 years to end this high school. If you made the decision now, you will be freed to do what you want. But if you continue and then you pursue your study in medic, you have to spend 5 years for the course. Total of it, 7 years." I made the seven sign with my fingers.

He didn't answer.

"I think it's a great dream. Musician, huh? You want to create history?" I tried to lessen this tense conversation.

He laughed a little bit. "Nah... I'm not qualified to do that."

"Who said that you don't? You want to be a professional musician right? Learn as long as you have the passion. Those who dream never failed, but yet getting strong."

He grinned. "Never knew you're a guy with words,"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious," I wanted him to live a happy life.

He then smiled. He looked ahead at the ceiling, maybe thinking about the things I had said. I grabbed my pen on the table to continue with my homework. It's not an easy task, I know.

"Sun?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks,"

"No thanks,"