Happy Ending's
Chapter 7: Orphanage

I blinked my eyes. Not fully aware. My body lying on the sofa was reluctant to be invited to compromise even if only to move.

Lately I have been unable to control my sleepiness. Especially during the day. Despite not doing much activity, my legs and body suddenly limp and my eyes feel like closed. Luckily I was often at home and rarely did any outside activities. So nothing happened that I got to sleep under a tree.

My eyes are looking for Antonius. Looking around with half-sleepy eyes. There aren't. He must have disappeared when I closed my eyes just now.

The room full of books was left by his master. I walked around the brown shelves filled with books. The arrangement is very neat and the collection is also quite complete.

Health books, economics, business, and novels. All books are placed on different shelves to make it easier to look for them. Also adapted to alphabetical order.

I saw a novel rack in the corner. There are fewer collections than other types of books. Remember December? Is this my favorite novel? The first book written by Stevan A. You mean Antonius, he says he doesn't know Stevan A? I grumbled in my heart.

I stepped out of the classic European-style Antonius workspace. I don't think he's that old. But the taste of the house, furniture, and the arrangement of the garden does not reflect the age that is relatively new half old.

Broadly speaking, we are two different sides. I am very happy to talk while he is the opposite. I'm not sure if my mom and dad's decision to match me with her is the right thing and will be happy ending?

As I was walking down the stairs, I heard the laughter of a woman who made me feel uncomfortable. The voice was unfamiliar and I'm sure I've never seen him before in this house.

I went down every step of the stairs with a sense of curiosity. Curious. I followed where the disturbing sound came from. And it turned out ... Anthony was sitting in the garden gazebo. He and the woman sat next to each other. Looks very familiar. And for the first time, I heard Antony's laughter.

I didn't know that a man who always judges with me can laugh that much. I don't know what they're talking about. I saw Antonius whispering in the wavy black-haired woman's ear.

Is he teasing her? Whisper the word friendly? Why does he look so happy? He was angry at me when he was accidentally half-naked in front of him, but he was making out with another woman? Basic play boy cap ax!

It felt like I wanted to walk towards the two of them and splash some rice laundry water so that their eyesore-destroying laughter stopped.

I don't know if the witch's face is pretty or not because I just saw it from a distance. All I know is that I hate his shrill laughter and sounding scornful. And I also don't care if it turns out she's prettier than me.

The laughter did not stop, and it grew. What jokes did Antonius make? I'm sick of hearing that. I'm sick of seeing from a distance the man laughing with a woman. And what's more sickening is that woman not me!

I walked up the stairs to my room. Take the bag and quickly leave the house so that I can no longer hear their laughter makes me uncomfortable.

*****

"It's here, Ma'am," said the online taxi driver when we just arrived at the supermarket. Antonius House is not in urban areas and rarely passed by taxi. Luckily there is an online application. So I can escape the house that from the outside looks creepy.

"Thank you, sir," I said, returning the green helmet.

"Together, Mother. I thought there was no one at home, Mom. If I go through there the weather is goosebumps. Hiii."

I laughed amusedly. The one with the house is like a fine creature. My reply is in my heart. After all, the fence is as high as the house. No one knows if humans live inside. And not a ghost? In addition, from the outside, the house of Antonius only visible dome only. So it is natural that passers-by consider the house creepy.

It's only been two days that I don't feel the free air and it feels like a year. Supermarkets are heaven. Yeah, at least that's what I think. Whatever is needed for business in the world of civilization is here. The green and red colors of the vegetables on display, were able to cool my eyes after being burned seeing the laughter of the two ethereal spirits!

"People please try." SPG from a well-known health milk brand offered me a sample placed in a small plastic cup. He said, high calcium and good for bone health. Actually what I need now is milk for liver health. Yes, even though the air in the supermarket is cold, but not with my heart.

" Is there a chocolate flavor, Ma'am?" tanyaku. It is given free.

"There's Ma'am. It's."

I drank a sample milk of about 20 ml. I think it's pretty good. And without a second thought I bought it. Although this milk will not make the heart healthy, at least so that my bones are strong in order to face the fact that the man who will soon marry me alone with another woman in front of my own eyes. Beh! I don't want to remember that anymore. My head feels like it's boiling.

I walked towards the vegetable. I want to know what herbs are there. When I was about to pick up basil, my phone rang. "Yes, Mah? What was? Key thought Mama had forgotten her own son."

While listening to my mother's chatter, I took two bundles of basil and put them in the basket.

" Not yet, Ma? Key wants to shop, here."

I left the basket in front of the cheese storefront. And take the cherry tomatoes across. Thankfully it was Monday. Supermarkets are not so crowded. Because often shopping, I quite memorized when the shopping center will be crowded or quiet. Usually, malls or self-service will start rame Friday, Saturday, Sunday and red date.

"Key again shopping, Ma. If Antonius is worried, why not a direct phone? It was a long time ago, Ma? Key is busy!" I hung up on her. Mama and the future ghost are the same. Dictactor.

The business with fresh ingredients is done. I pushed the troley towards the dry food. I need virgin olive oil and roasted cashew nuts.

When making Pesto, I don't want to bother roasting cashews first before use. That as much as buying baked goods is the best solution for lazy people like me.

After buying everything I needed, I pushed the troley towards the cashier. There's no queue there. Slender. There is only the sound of Korean songs that are hits. Blacklink.

"Do you want to use cardboard or plastic, Mommy?" ask the cashier politely while scanning the items I took out of the iron basket that had four wheels.

"No need, Ma'am. Wear this one." I took out a bag of groceries that could be folded from inside my bag.

I'm used to carrying a grocery bag wherever I go. Well, I know this won't help reduce global warming, but at least I'm not adding to the heat. Besides carrying groceries with plastic is very risky if the goods are heavy. Shopping bags that can be used many times and have a contemporary motif is the best way.

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The taxi stopped in front of Antonius' house. I saw my aunt and father standing in front of the gate. I wonder what they're doing there.

"Mother lives here?" ask the cab driver when I give you the payment.

"Yes, Sir. Why why?" I asked back out of curiosity. This house is on the side of a big road. But there were no neighbors beside him. Slender. And from the outside, it is not visible if the house is luxurious.

"I used to hear that the owner of this house never left the house in his lifetime. But don't know if it's true or not. But it's just a story of the wind, ma'am."

After hearing the story, I got out of the taxi. Aunty and father rushed over.

"Key Ma'am .. Where can I not say?" ask aunt looks worried. I quickly took the groceries from my hand. We both entered the gate.

"Mas Steve nyariin Mbak Key from earlier. Haduh ... how is this, Ma'am? Steve must be angry" asked the aunt restlessly.

"Supermarkets, Bi." I answered calmly and briefly.

"Sir .. How is this, sir?" My aunt asked me and did not react.

The distance from the gate to the house is quite far. And the closer we got to home, my father and aunt looked more and more agitated. Their behavior is not as usual. Antonius was leaning against the door and holding me sharp. Then look at the father and aunt as if telling them to come in. And sure enough, my aunt and father went into the house. Antonius wanted to break me down and put it in his mouth.

"Where from?" ask her by pressing the sound. I'm silent. I don't want to talk to him.

"Where from?" He approached me. His eyes were very cold. I flinch and don't want to see his face at all. I turned. Looking the other way.

"Why do you like me repeating the same question over and over again?"

I ignored him and walked to the door. I had not yet opened Antonius' door and suddenly his lips kissed mine. It was hot and mixed with anger.

I tried to break away and push him. But Antony's large hand gripped my body so firmly.

His kiss began to creep into the ears, "Why do you like to test my patience?!" he whispered while groaning while his right hand squeezed my hair. I can hear his heartbeat. His rhythm was as irregular as his breath.

I don't know what she's thinking, which obviously I don't enjoy that intimacy. I tried to bite his arm so he could let me go.

After she let me go, I ran into the room and a feeling of hate started to appear. Yeah, I hate other people acting on my body while I don't want to. I am not a vender**** that can be treated harshly and arbitrarily. Although I can't deny I fell in love with her, but I can't forgive her for what she did.