
“WHEN?!” Reika almost caused their table to tumble back due to the violent reaction – gebunya.
“Hahaha e....two years ago, just before Arya graduated and entered High School” replied Kemala hesitated while keeping his distance.
“The result?!!” ask other girls to be curious.
“I...rejected, ahahaha....”.
The incident is still very clearly illustrated in the mind of Kemala, he asked Arya to come to the back of the sports hall after the graduation announcement was completed. After congratulating and various trite. He expressed feelings.
Arya's eyes widened, her expression that time was hard to explain. Like a mixture of doubt, sadness, and gratitude. But finally the white-haired boy refused as polite as possible Kemala's wish and then apologized as much as –.
‘Like the figure of Kak Amira will not be replaced by anyone for him..’ I know in my heart that I must have experienced rejection. I don't know why I keep doing it.
“I can't believe you never told me anything about this? Padaalkan when first class we are still often together” protest Reika loudly.
“It is precisely because you have suspected your response will be this so I did not say what – what hahaha”
The clock seems to run many times – times faster when they talk, the time turns out to have shown when closed. Reika and the troupe help the family clean up the tavern, making the job done in an instant.
Kemala's father thanked him and invited everyone to stop by the house, they lived right behind the restaurant. A simple two-story building, some even had time to think it would not fit for the – person to enter.
Doing a little overhaul, the dining room can finally accommodate all guests. The middle-aged man who is the head of the family there greeted very kindly, Kemala's father had long been known to be witty and smiling.
“Wah wah wah y'all beautiful – beautiful and handsome huh? As expected of Arya's friend, Reika is also getting older. How is Mr President? It's been a long time since you visited”
“Thank you Uncle, Healthy Dad – healthy only kok”
“Hehehe thank goodness, rowdy! What kind of host I am does not provide anything to guest” Father Kemala wants to stand.
“Uncle us—“
“Let me, can I borrow the kitchen?” cut off Arya while rolling up both sleeves of clothes.
“Ahh...you are so kind, if someday I get a daughter-in-law like you—aw!?”
“Dad!?” Kemala pinched male – that guy pretty hard.
Just a few minutes later, a fragrant smell filled the house. In addition to making drinks for all, Arya also prepares snacks along with – other light dishes. Kemala's father smiled gently before glancing at his – guests.
“You must be here because you're worried about him, right?” guess it's on target.
“Eh?”
“She is a genius, her ability to absorb knowledge is very high. If you teach A, then he'll find out until Z. That's Arya..”.
The word – is true, almost everyone there has felt it. Finished talking to Arya, in a short time the boy seemed to be able to guess the direction of their minds, which meant that he studied it.
“I hope she can move forward and forget about my daughter...”.
The atmosphere turned silent, none of them were willing to break this desolate condition. Until finally Kemala's father laughed quite loudly and caused them to jump in shock.
“Wahahaha why even so sad this way, already – has forgotten the word – I said earlier”
Kemala's father then asked his daughter to take a photo album from the closet, showing how his little family had a happy – together a few years ago. In the middle of – was fun the man spoke, seen a picture of the shots that stole their attention.
It contained two children aged around seven to ten years old playing, the boy – boy in the photo glanced at the girl hanging on his back huffed while trying to escape, he said, while his partner just laughed off no matter.
“This—“”
“Food comes”
WUSH OFF! BRACKET!
“Hmm?”
Kemala's father moved quickly to hide the album so aware that Arya had returned. Night passed, inevitably they finally say goodbye home. The father and son pair drove the fifteen young men – the young man out of the house.
“Arya? You got plans tomorrow?” chirps Asuna.
“Mmm? That is, I want to visit aunt with uncle and Kemala in RSJ”
“I want to come! I want to come! I want to come!” Reika forced.
“As long as uncle doesn't mind, please. I think he'd be happy if everyone came, and one more thing young lady. It's past your bedtime, let's go back quickly. Bye...all”.
Arya parted ways with the group while dragging her wayward foster sister, when the two boys were nowhere to be seen. Then his friend – continued the journey in silence, there were two people thinking hard there because of the same problem.
‘Photo earlier...Wouldn't they have saved me when I was a kid?’ inner Selena.
‘Female in the photo...similar to what I saw in the Captain's room first!’ Timothy thought in confusion.
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The next day, it turned out that all had gathered again in front of the Nasution family-owned restaurant. As expected, Kemala's father was happy not to play so he heard that they wanted to come and see his wife.
The group stopped by for a while to some shops to buy flowers and parcels. The sight was quite stealing a lot of attention, especially due to the appearance of Alalea, Callista, Kizuna, and Eridan which is very rarely seen for people – people around.
Not to miss the opportunity, some had taken photos using mobile phones – each. Trying their best not to cause the same fanfare in the Mental Hospital, they decided to enter in turns.
One by one, arriving at the treatment room, the woman looks much older than her age should be. Her hair was tangled in disarray, her gaze remained blank despite being spoken to by her husband and son.
Reika with – people Research Center just look at each other finished giving their parcels. Madam Nasution occasionally glanced at the man as well as the girl who held her hands gently.
“Where? Amira...”.
“Honey? Dia...”
Arya sat outside the room alone, biting her lip until it bled. Looking up to the sky – sky while cursing slowly.
“Yes....My god? Why not just me?”
Reika realizes the absence of Arya, when she finally decides to look for her. Her brother arrived – arrived appeared on the doorstep, the next incident happened so quickly. Until no one can respond.
Ibu Kemala grabbed a vase of flowers on the table and threw it on Arya's face, it broke into – pieces followed by a stream of fresh blood. Arya smiled warmly as if the wound had never existed.
“Happy see good aunt – fine”
“Arya!? Your face!?” friend – his friend immediately shrouded.
“DASAR DEVIL....!!! RESTORE DAUGHTER.....!!! ARGHHH.....!!!” the middle-aged woman began to shout and rebel in her husband's arms.
“Star? Please..hiks....”.
“Mother...hiks...”.
A soft cry, the boy's father made the others decide to come out. Arya is brought back to the position, Reika rushes to find the Doctor while Alalea tries to treat but is soon rejected. He just cleaned his wound using a warm clean cloth.
“It used to be worse, a knife once stuck in my palm” he muttered.
“Why don't you dodge?” Zayn asked in wonder.
“My body is unable to move”
“Reason?”
“Because...hiks.....I....not entitled....doesn't........love Mother that all the time?” Arya buried her face in her lutu full of regret.