Grisella Story [Revised ]
part 7's

Here they are now under shady trees complete with a peaceful garden atmosphere. They enjoyed the afternoon with the cool atmosphere of the Jakarta city park. They just sat staring at the artificial pond in front of them. The sun seems to emit its rays with incandescent so it is very fitting to be around the park. None of them opened their voices as if they were busy with their own thoughts.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of scorn from park visitors who accidentally saw them. Who does not know Yasmin Putri Prayoga the trash princess who does not have expertise.

"Hey, isn't she Mr Prayoga's daughter?"

"Yes, shameless huh, still daring to wander around after humiliating his parents at the party that night."

"Isn't he the son of Lord Vishnu? God, it turns out he's really flawed, but he's not ugly? Didn't the rumor say she was so ugly her face was ugly? But these? Not that this can be called the incarnation of an angel!" screeched them.

Various whispers began to circulate like the wind from mouth to mouth of park visitors.

Yasmin who heard this was silent. He was too lazy to respond to their words. Yasmin saw Aditya. However, only flat expressions were present, there were no meaningful expressions as if their words were just a wind past.

"We go home, push my chair!" pinta Aditya flat.

Yasmin simply nodded and stood up from where she was sitting. Various pairs of eyes stared at them with various gazes, hate, scorn, envy, admiration and more.

They are in the car now. Again only silence filled their togetherness.

"When did you start my treatment?" aditya asked flatly without seeing his interlocutor who was able to disperse Yasmin's daydream.

"Ehem! If, I do not have a lecture schedule InsyaAllah the day after tomorrow I will do," replied Yasmin.

Aditya just nodded.

A girl who is called trash and has no ability? What is called that ability. When he mastered acupuncture techniques in modern times not many who mastered the difficult thing, because it must remember the acupuncture points are very much in number. Maybe, they're shady.

***

Arriving at Aditya's house, Yasmin helps Aditya to enter the house. At the same time say goodbye to Mother Lalita and Vishnu.

"Assalamualaikum, Mother," greetings Yasmin.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" Bi Iyam replied. It is not Mother or Papah Vishnu who answers.

"Where is Lalita Bi?" ask Yasmin gently.

"Again out Non," Bi Iyam replied with a friendly smile.

"Oh, but I want to go home Bi, may Bibi say my greetings to Mother Lalita and Papa Vishnu," said Yasmin he did not pay attention to the existence of Aditya

"Sorry Non, but Madam said that Non Yasmin should wait for him to come home" said Bi Iyam regretfully.

'Duh, what about, time together with Adit?' it's in the heart.

"Eum, all right," Yasmin replied briefly. After the departure of Bi Iyam Yasmin again pushed Aditya wheelchair.

"Mas Adit, will I take it directly to his room or Mas Adit will relax first?" yasmin asked and she was so sorry for her lips that like a little prized-ceplos- eh?

"Hn, I want to go to the living room," Aditya replied flatly.

'Oh, really, he's a lackey of Aditya. The huft! Patience, the patient son of Allah, ' his grunts in heart.

As Yasmin helps Aditya to sit on the sofa. Yasmin had no power to hold Aditya's body until he collapsed and sat on Aditya's lap.

Their eyes whistled at each other for a split second. Before Yasmin realized their ambiguous position.

'Yes, what's wrong with God? Don't tell me I have heart disease? dong time wants a marathon continues, ' dumel Yasmin in heart. He could not look at Aditya who was smiling.

"Eum, anu, eum it's uh, sorry I accidentally Mas," said Yasmin nervously.

"Em." Only that murmur came out of Aditya's thin lips. 'It turns out she is very cute, when being embarrassed,' inner Aditya smiled a little.

"Mas Adit, I stay for a while yes, if anyone is sick or needs something to ask Bi Iyam," said Yasmin nervously. Without needing Aditya's answer, Yasmin went straight to the kitchen leaving Aditya staring at her meaningfully.

When Yasmin was no longer seen Aditya seemed to contact someone.

"Hello Za,"

[Yes, Sir?]

"You remove the news that will spread about me, shut them all up. I don't want Mamah to see the news."

[Good.]

Pip's! Aditya disconnects the phone. He already knew what would happen if someone saw him. Surely the television station will be crowded about the sloping news about him.

"It's Mas, I make cold drinks" Yasmin said as she sat on the sofa near Aditya.

"Hn, thank you," Aditya said.

'Ha? Am I not wrong? This wall guy is grateful?' Yasmin was a little surprised by what she heard. Then, he didn't really care about it anymore.

"Why look at me like that? I know I'm handsome" Aditya said without looking at Yasmin, focusing on the television screen.

Yasmin straight up. "Much pede the Om, who is also lamenting, Om. Noh, I saw the wall" replied Yasmin. He had forgotten his normalness in speaking so regretfully.

"I'm not that old, we're only five years apart, remember that" Aditya recalled in a dislike tone.

"So Om deh," said Yasmin unconsciously saying again the word Om.

"You want me to punish," muttered Aditya quietly while drinking the orange juice Yasmin had made. However, Yasmin pretended not to listen. They just enjoy the television show with silence.

Meanwhile, in other places there appeared two pairs of lovebirds that were coiling on the bed. Yeah, they're Marcel with Elis. Without shame to have a husband and wife relationship even though they are not legal in the eyes of law and religion.

"Darling, isn't this wrong?" elis asked, looking into Marcel's beautiful eyes.

"What are you doubting, honey?" Marcel looked to furrow his brows. "Not that we did it last night, besides our marriage is the day after tomorrow so what's wrong," replied Marcel lightly.

Elis was silent Marcel said. Never mind, everything has happened and they are enjoying their depraved deeds.

"I'd better wake up, because Papa and Mama are back. And the day after tomorrow is our show, baby," said Elis trying to get up.

"Alright, my body also feels sticky," said Marcel chimed in and rose from the contest.

In a room with little lighting. A middle-aged man is calling someone.

"When will kam7 be home?" ask a man across the street.

[Later tomorrow, because the day after tomorrow was my daughter's wedding to a CEO,] the voice was proud.

[Alright, no problem.] Reply without burden.

Pip's! Phone connection disconnected. The person who was calling earlier was Vishnu with Yasmin's father, Aryo Prayoga.

"Hm, wait until my son is completely recovered. I'll take the diamond away from you." he said with confidence.

* * *

The atmosphere of the living room is still quiet as uninhabited. Until the sound from Yasmin's phone shattered the silence created an hour ago and it made Yasmin very uncomfortable.

'Thanks God!' he thanked me in his heart.

Yasmin stayed away a bit from Aditya to answer the phone that turned out to be from her college friend.

"Yes, Ra, what's wrong?" yasmin asked someone across the street.

[Road to the mall, yuk.]

"Males ah, the day after, we met at Kak Elis' party, how?"

[Ok, if that's what we met there, yeah.]

"Thanks gilr." Yasmin replied. Yasmin switched off the phone and returned to the living room where Lalita and Vishnu had arrived.

"Hy, Bun, Pa, when are you guys coming?" yasmin asked while sitting near Lalita.

"Just now, honey, eum said your brother wants to get married huh? You know, Papa got word from his business partner, Papa you, honey? Do you have a dress?" ask Lalita.

"Yes Bun, oh so Papa's a business associate, huh? Not yet Mother is not as perfect as possible for a short afternoon to go to the mall looking for her style," replied Yasmin with a smile. Though Yasmin's plan was to go to her butiq to choose a suitable party dress on the happy day of the boy, the disappointment was gone she had erased Marcel from her memory.

"Don't go out, honey, Mommy is ready you all go with us! We told your father" he said.

"Eh, later even ngerepotin Mommy, Yasmin is not good," replied Yasmin with a small smile.

"No, honey, yes, Pah" Lalita said, seeking her husband's support.

"Yes, it doesn't matter, honey. Ehm, but you tuh if again the same Yasmin was like a child and Mommy saw your child was pouting," replied Vishnu while glancing at Aditya who just threw away his face.

"Hahaha, Yasmin will be the real child of Mother" said Lalita. Yasmin only smiled in response to Lalita's words because she thought Lalita was just joking. But really, Yas?

"Mother, Yasmin wants to say something" Yasmin said with a serious face.

"By the way, baby," said Vishnu began to be serious as well.

"Gini Mommy, Pa, Mas Adit I will do the treatment tonight because if tomorrow is not perfect for Yasmin there are lectures and campus events Mother, Pa," said Yasmin explained her point.

"As for you, honey, what can we do for you?" ask Lalita. While Aditya just stared at them meaningfully.

"No need to Bun, Yasmin is ready for everything, but at the time Yasmin ngobatin Mas Aditya, Mommy and Papa are not allowed to enter the room, Mother the same Papa can trust Yasmin, and you can trust the same, Yasmin will not hurt Mas Aditya," Yasmin said with full confidence.

"Alright, dear we believe in you," replied Vishnu.

"Eum, have you had lunch?" ask Lalita.

"Udah Mommy, now it's late afternoon Yasmin will return for sure Dad has come home later in the afternoon Yasmin came here again" said Yasmin while looking at the watch attached to her wrist.

"All right, but you promised 'Don't you love coming back here again?" ask Lalita to make sure.

"Yes Bun, Yasmin promised," Yasmin replied as she smiled gently at them.

After greeting Vishnu and Lalita and saying goodbye to Aditya Yasmin left the house. A house full of warmth is different from his home.

* * *

A girl was sitting on the cold floor of the house. Tears slid profusely on her smooth cheeks. There was a trace of a scarlet slap on the girl's cheek that wasn't Yasmin. When he came home Aryo was already standing in the doorway and immediately pulled him to be judged. Elis turns out to have been reporting that it was not that Yasmin came out with a man who was not right and did not come home since yesterday.

“Dad, why hit Yasmin? Yasmin does not walk the same way men are not real, Yasmin lives at the home of friends Yasmin Hera because Yasmin can not stand the same strange sounds in this house," said Yasmin half right. Because he couldn't possibly say that he was staying over at his patient's house.

Glucose! Yasmin's words really hit Elis because last night she had a husband and wife relationship with Marcel, but according to Elis, Yasmin deliberately made Elis humiliated.

"Ala, you're most just lying, right," Elis said accusing Yasmin of lying.

"So, I don't sneak, I'm really uncomfortable with that voice," Yasmin said.

"You?!"

Plaque! One slap landed on Yasmin's cheek, Yasmin was only able to grimace withstanding the pain. His stepmother slapped him so hard not enough from the father now from his stepmother again.

Yasmin's body was already covered in bruises from their blows. There was no pity or pity in their eyes.

"Obviously, you did wrong, but it seems you're accusing your brother!" snapped Laras while looking at Yasmin full of hatred. Smentara that, Aryo just saw his daughter flat.

"Dear, we go in instead of taking care of a child not really like him, yuk Pa, Papa must be tired," asked Laras he smiled scornfully at Yasmin who just looked at him flat expressionless.

Without a word they leave Yasmin in a state of paying attention, but Yasmin still tries to get up to change clothes because she has to return to Lalita's mother's house.

When finished bathing Yasmin treated the bruise with ointment. Yasmin's eyes were swollen from crying. The poor girl only hoped God would end her suffering and the father she loved dearly thought he existed.

"Esh, may Mother Lalita not realize that I am in pain, should keep the spirit tonight is the treatment of Mas Adit," Yasmin muran accompanied by pain relief.

After getting ready Yasmin went out to Lalita's house. When Yasmin was a few meters away from the doorknob someone stopped the action. "Where are you going?" ask that voice.

The deg! Yasmin's body suddenly stiffened she did not know what reason she should give the father because there was no way she said she would see her patients.

"Where are you going?" ask the voice again coldly on condition of threat.

"Yasmin, eum wants to go out, well, Yasmin has a college assignment with Hera. Can you, can I go out? I'll spend the night tomorrow I go home" replied Yasmin stiffly.

"Go away" Aryo drove away without looking at her daughter's face.

Tired of the disappointment in Yasmin's heart he thought his father would forbid it, but he didn't. That's not what he wanted. However, the disappointment always accompanies, Yasmin thinks if she had a mistake in the past so that the father hates her so much? I don't know only God knows. Blame him for not being able to remember the memories of 10 years ago perfectly.

Yasmin continued her steps again and was swallowed by the door.

Without him realizing it turns out Aryo stared at his departure with sadness he was very unwilling to see the tears of the princess wanted it to feel he embraced the fragile body. But he cannot, however, he had to do this for Yasmin's safety surely Yasmin hated him so much she knew all about her daughter she knew her daughter a talented easy doctor who owned a famous restaurant as well as having a boutique that always had best design and now he is studying business. He was very sick when he hit the princess in public or at home. However, he could do nothing, because the fate of the princess was in the hands of his second wife. Again, he was forced to do so because of compelling circumstances.

"I'm sorry, I hope you don't hate Dad very deeply" she exclaimed.

seriate....