A TWISTED MIND'S
Chapter 25's

"Lunch is over. Take medicine already, worship is over, it's time to rest." Febby mentioned the one activity I just did.

"Thanks yeah, Feb." Sincerely said.

"Thank you very much, Sam." He said while raising his eyebrows. The corners of her lips attracted symmetrically widened her mischievous smile.

I snorted to see Febby's behavior as if he was not tired of teasing me. I've run out of words to straighten out her misunderstandings, but she's chuckling with her opinion. Whatever...

"You rest too, so don't get tired of taking care of me all day?"

"Correction, it's been the second day since yesterday morning at the office."

Means I've been out of circulation for two days because I'm locked up here.

"Eat him, you also rest. I don't want to blame Sam until you get sick because of me."

Not only did not want Febby to get sick because of me, I also felt uncomfortable because obviously he was here by Sam's coercion. I don't want to involve anyone else.

"Yes.iya.sar-in-law is very chatty." He complained but immediately laid his body on a special bed for the patient's family.

"Sister-in-law..what the hell is that?" I was upset but in a very slow voice.

At the age of me who soon left the number 27 this year, I admit the feeling to immediately have a life partner does exist. For some people, 27 years old and unmarried may have been called a spinster.

But marriage is not always due to age factors that are considered mature. How many people marry young but long-lasting and how many marry when they are old but separated?

I want to get married only once in a lifetime and I don't need anyone else after finding a man who's willing to make me his ribs that will always make sure I'm by his side, will never leave me for any reason and be willing to age with me. That's my dream of marriage.

But I don't want to be overwhelmed by when that time will come. There are many things in this life that can be done other than trying to find people who want to live with me or sad because they have not been met with him. It is precisely sometimes I feel that without expecting someone to fall in love with me makes my life free from feelings of emptiness and hurt. It alone makes me more free to choose who I'll be coffee with at the cafe on the weekend, I don't have to argue with someone whether when we go home from work we'll go to the bookstore or watch.

But for the Ocean, the difference between us is too far away. Especially with different beliefs, I don't want to leave my God for a word of love and I don't want to make anyone leave their God just because I want to.

In this world, there are billions of men. Among those billions, there are hundreds of millions who are single, established and handsome. So, if you do not match with someone you like, is it difficult to move to another?

The attraction to someone is unexpected, but everyone has a choice to determine to whom his heart will dock.

Because for me, love does not know the difference of race, tribe, nation, color, language and anything but religion.

If we can accept religion as a sign that binds and regulates the joints of our lives, then the affairs of a soul mate should follow the rules set by the religious principles believed.

Chequek...

The sound of an open door averted my mind that was staring at the thought of many things.

My position was currently turning my back to the door, I really did not dare to turn my body.

There was no sound, only the footsteps of the shoes clashing against the floor were heard getting closer and stopped being heard when my bed felt moving down from receiving the load.

Unknowingly both my hands clasped tightly onto the blanket that covered my body to the neck. My eyes were closed, I was afraid to open my eyes at this time.

Don't ask me how my heart is doing right now, I hope that his voice doesn't sound out because right now I feel like my ears aren't on my head anymore but on my chest.

"Febby.. Febby... wake up!"

As I thought, it was the ocean. My heart wants to get out of its place. I don't know what else the Ocean will do to me after this.

"Eemmm.." Febby heard a lazy grunt.

"Wake up, go home!" He told Febby but he made me sweat cold.

"Ugghh. It's his sleep." Febby's unaccompanied grunt was forcibly awakened by the Ocean.

"Udah. go home there!"

"Yes.iya.." sounded like a grusu grasa voice then a moment later the door opened and closed.

Silent...

I waited for the sound of the Ocean shoes, or any sound, but after a long time there was no sound other than the sound of the air conditioning.

I wonder, did the Ocean come out with Febby?

I opened my eyes and raised my head slightly to peek at the door.

Messed up...

My eyes met directly with the eyes of the Ocean who looked at me coldly. I don't know when he was standing there.

I immediately dropped my head on the pillow then pulled the blanket over my entire body. I'm like de javu, like a maling caught red-handed.

"Stop pretending you're still asleep, or I'll flush you de-"

"Yes.iya.iya I woke up." I immediately pulled my body to wake up before the Ocean completed its threat.

I lowered my head with my hands tightly grasping the blanket because I did not dare to look at it.

The ocean sitting on the side of the bed, she sat close enough to me that it felt like I had trouble breathing because her frightening aura felt so real.

"Why submit? Where has Venus been so brave all this time? Have you realized your mistake?" Cold asked.

I shook my head and nodded. I know what I'm doing, but I don't feel guilty. I just want to find the truth and I need something from the Ocean to ease my business.

I can't possibly tell you the real reason because I don't want Samudera to know my identity, I'm also afraid that until she finds out that the person who's been making her amnesiac all along is me.

Stealing the data alone has made him angry to almost take my life, what if he knows the reality of that one?

The ocean pulled my collar so that our faces were only a short distance away. I could feel his breath sweeping across my face. I chose to throw my face to the other side. My tears have come back to wet my cheeks.

"Still choose silence? Wasn't that punishment yesterday? Are you sure you have so many lives that you still choose to protect that person?" As he asked with great emphasis, Sam gritted his teeth holding back the anger that had re-peaked.

"Nobody else." I wish Sam could believe it.