How To Love You
Let's Marry Run!

Tasya and Susi's mother were sitting opposite each other on the porch seat.

"Tante is here to give you Fathur's wedding invitation" Susi said as she placed a black and gold invitation on the table.

Tasya looked ordinary looking at the invitation. Events like this he had predicted in advance. He had prepared mentally for this.

"Auntie wishes you could attend your cousin's wedding. 2 Weeks more Fathur's wedding party will be held," said Susi without a little guilt implied on her face.

"It's Allah Aunty, I'll come" said Tasya. The girl looks so tough.

"Oh yes, Auntie hope in the future you no longer have contact with Fathur," said Susi again, holding the back of Tasya's hand, but Tasya immediately pulled his hand.

"I also know myself quite a aunt. I still have my pride. I can't possibly be a marital troublemaker let alone a destroyer of people's households."

"Thank God. Auntie knows you're a good girl. You can't do things as low and beautiful as that," said Susi.

"Oh yes, Auntie excuse me, there is still a lot of business," added Susi and left the place.

After Susi left, Tasya squeezed the invitation and threw it in the trash. The girl then skated on her matic scooter towards the campus.

Arriving in the parking lot. Tasya parked his motorbike neatly like the motorcycles of other students. He looked so excited this morning. Plus the arrival of Susi's mother who had made her emotional.

The girl walked with lethargic steps towards the lecture hall. Suddenly someone pulled his wrist from behind.

Tasya jumped in shock, then turned to see who the figure that had pulled his hand was.

"Fathur, let go of my hand. How dare you touch me." Tasya tries to rebel so that Fathur can let go of his hand.

But Fathur did not budge, he continued to pull Tasya's hand firmly and tightly into his car.

"Where are you from, honey? I miss you so much." Fathur tried to hug Tasya, but the girl immediately pushed the young man's body to lean against the car door.

"Don't touch me!" shouts Tasya.

"Tasya I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude to you. I just .. I just miss you so much. I've been worried about you for 2 weeks. I keep looking for you everywhere but I can't find you where. I'm worried, I'm scared, Sya .. I, I'm so scared to lose you. I love you and love you, dear."

"Enough! I don't want anything else from you. Unlock it, I'm out!" tasya shouted, while covering both ears with his hands. He no longer wanted to hear Fathur speak because it could only make him even more heartbroken.

"Tasya .. I beg you. Scared me first." Fathur tried to hold Tasya's hand.

"Don't touch me! Can you hear it anyway?! Huh uh?!" Tasya looked very angry.

"Yes, beat me up first. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, love me the opportunity to explain everything." Fathur pleaded with Tasya, clutching his hands together.

"You don't have to explain anything else, Fathur. Everything is clear. I promise, I'll come to your wedding." Tasya said while facing outwards. His chest already felt very heavy and tight.

Tasya. He did not speak of Fathur.

"Yes, look at me" said Fathur but again the girl he loved did not bully him.

"Tasya, please look at me."

Tasya continued to be silent while staring outwards. There was no feeling of clear droplets across the crystal flowing profusely on his smooth cheeks.

"Tasya look at me, I beg you. You don't want me to touch you, do you? So please, look at me. I want us to talk to you for a second. Please," Pinta Fathur.

Tasya finally dared to look at Fathur. Not feeling the crystal-clear droplets it flowed even more profusely looking at Fathur's pitiful facial expression. Her heart felt even more pain to see the person she loved saddened by it.

Similarly to Fathur, his heart was like sliced seeing Tasya's behavior that turned violent to him. It all happened because of his own stupidity that could do nothing to fight for their love.

"You look thinner than before. All this must be because of me" said Fathur with teary eyes.

"It's none of your business." Tasya said again.

About 2 minutes they were silent and struggling with their thoughts. But suddenly Fathur uttered a sentence that made Tasya surprised and disbelieving.

"Yes. Let's elope."

"No! You're crazy, aren't you?" reject Tasya.

"We have no other choice. Come onl. We love each other, so what's wrong?" Fathur. He tries to persuade Tasya to agree to his crazy idea.

"So. Not once. Do you think a marriage with love is enough? Fathur Gak. Marriage without the blessing of our parents will not make us happy" said Tasya.

"Do you want to embarrass your whole family, huh?! Not only your family should be ashamed, but my family as well. Not only that, our children and grandchildren will also share the shame of our actions," added Tasya.

Fathur. He realized, what Tasya said was indeed very true.

"How should we go then?" ask Fathur. The young man still could not think clearly.

"I ask you, marry your parents' choice. Yeah, I can't deny, I chose him for you, too." Not feeling her tears dripping down so hard for the umpteenth time.

"How about you if I marry someone else? And what about me too? Can we both be happy to marry someone we don't love at all?" ask Fathur.

"Don't care about me. You should be happy with your home later. And someday, I will also be able to find my own happiness" Tasya said as she wiped her tears.

"And for you. I'm sure, slowly, you can also love your wife. She's a good girl, and she's more everything than me. I'm sure, he can definitely make you happy later," Tasya added, while reaching for the tissue on the dashboard of Fathur's car.