Don'T Be The Antagonist
Hell

Izra went back up to the stage, making Keisha and Fauzan's attention severed on him.

But before she managed to get close to Keisha, Alva intercepted her below the stage as Izra wanted to climb the stairs.

"What are you carrying?" alva asked, looking at his little brother who was walking up the stairs and going to his parents.

"Shoes for Mother. You think I'm gonna take a shot and shoot out his head?" chirped Izra, saying that horrible thing with his cold expression.

Alva gulped his saliva hard, looking at the younger brother who always showed a cold expression under any circumstances.

"Basic sucks. There, Mommy can't stand standing on those high shoes" cried Alva, expelling Izra from before her.

Izra immediately continued on his way to the destination, standing in front of Keisha with a flat gaze.

Keisha looked at her with a confused expression, as she was always clueless as to what Izra wanted, as she always looked at him coldly for longer, before saying her point of acting.

"What's wrong?" keisha asked, never seeing Izra as an enemy after knowing the identity of this young man. "Do you need anything from me?" ask, for the second time.

"Sit, Bun! I will pair the shoes I just bought," said Izra, accompanied by a long breath while taking a crouching stance like a prince.

Keisha looked at Fauzan who also looked confused to see the behavior of his second child.

"Just sit down, Kei. He just bought you shoes" Fauzan said, leading Keisha to follow him in an ambiguous gesture.

Keisha sat down, looking at what Izra was doing for her intently.

"You want to put some plaster together? Mother's leg was a bit chafed, I bought it just in case," said Izra, showing the wound plaster he took from inside his pocket.

Keisha simply nodded, continuing her show to look at every move of Izra with a warm gaze.

"Can't you smile or show another expression?" keisha asked, making Izra look up, looked at her and Fauzan and Alva glanced at them with uneasy gazes.

"Why? Mommy is not comfortable seeing my face that is always taut?" ask Izra, turn around.

Keisha shook his head slowly. "No, I just regret the attitude of a quiet young man like you. You should be an active child and full of laughter at this age. Adolescence, should be the most exciting time for kids like you."

Izra smiled wryly, as if laughing at Keisha's words. "Not all children have to play an active role, Bun. There must be a child who plays a passive role so that there is an active child who looks much more radiant in the eyes of others."

Izra got up from his position and extended his hand to Keisha, about to help her up.

"I didn't mean anything bad when I said it. It's just, there's no need to be good in the eyes of others if we have to let go of ourselves." Irza looked at Keisha who continued to look at her carefully, paying attention to every opinion she expressed well. "I'm like this, because it's from there in print in such a way. If you don't like it, I'm sorry! But I'm sorry, too, because I don't intend to change my bad personality in your eyes. I'm too comfortable being myself!"

Keisha could only remain silent, staring at the honest child who was more honest than the coldness of this block of ice with an impressed look.

Keisha smiled, chuckled and looked at Izra proudly. Making Izra look at him with a strange look.

"Why laugh? Nothing seems funny, Bun," Izra chirped, looking at Keisha with a clueless look.

"Because you are unique and make me have a different view in educating children. Ah, that's interesting, haha. Sorry if you're offended, Zra. Mother was amazed, not scoffed! May you understand," said Keisha, stopping her laughter and just smiling gently at her.

Izra just kept quiet, nodded briefly and walked away leaving their stage.

Fauzan nudged Keisha's shoulder until he made her turn. "Why did you say that to Izra? What if he's increasingly a shy and reclusive boy? Hahh .. You're all right, Keisha!" he sighed tired repeatedly.

"Oh, Mr. Fauzan. I don't intend to defame him." Keisha stared at the direction where Izra was going with a sly smile. "She must have understood what I mean–"

Keisha's lips were flattened, his eyes were rounded when he saw the strange-looking figure of a girl in the distance.

Although Izra walked towards the girl, Keisha's sudden rapid heartbeat made her uncomfortable.

"What do you see–" unfinished Fauzan said, Keisha had tote up her dress, running fast with tears spilling from her eyes quickly.

Some people who saw that, suddenly looked at Keisha's attitude with a look of incomprehension.

What made the bride run so fast and leave the party?

Why did she look so panicked when she stepped out, leaving her husband?

All those questions were answered as Keisha passed Izra's steps and crouched down in front of Nuri's wheelchair with a shocked and stiff-looking look.

Keisha's two hands clutching the girl's tiny body in her arms, made Aina who was busy with the invited guests, turn to them with tears falling uncontrollably.

Keisha's flushed face that looked scared and agitated as she hugged the tiny drooping body, made her dramatic stance begin with the heart incision of every spectator.

Keisha's deafening scream, made many people go silent stiffly. Especially when he saw the beautiful white dress he wore turned into a blood-red dress because of Nuri's embrace.

"No, no. Don't do this to us, Nuurrriiii ... AKH!!!"