I Love You, Uncle
Chapter 15
Delia's laughter rang out, making Ansel raise his head. Delia's laughter was not a happy sign or anything, but a sign that the girl was hurt. Even Ansel could see that Delia's laughter did not reach his eyes. For the girl's eyes imply disappointment and pain.
Ansel would not pretend to be stupid by not realizing what was happening. The man was well aware that what Delia was experiencing right now was purely her fault. If only Ansel had not been so selfish as to involve others just because he doubted his feelings, perhaps he would not have hurt anyone. But now, not only hurt Clara and herself, Ansel also hurt Delia's feelings.
“So, right if you like your own nephew? Clara?” delia asked, shaking her head in disbelief at what she was going through.
“Sorry, Delia. I didn't mean to hurt you. You are a good woman. You deserve a better man than me,” Ansel replied, reluctant to answer Delia's question about her feelings for Clara.
“Can't you be a better man for me, Ansel?” delia asked, reversing Ansel's statement.
Ansel was silent, not knowing how to answer the question. The man was silent for quite a while while lowering his head. He knew he was wrong, he had no defense.
“Sorry, Delia. I really didn't mean to hurt you.”
“Omong empty!” shout Delia. The girl pulled the collar of Ansel's shirt, then flailed the chest of Ansel's field. “You are evil, Ansel! You're evil!”
Ansel was silent, receiving a punch and mockery from Delia. The man was well aware if all this was his fault, so he would accept whatever Delia would do to him. After all, Delia's punch would be nothing compared to the pain Ansel had already inflicted on the girl's heart.
Delia stopped her punch, then threw down the Ansel shirt she was holding.
“Originally you know, Ansel. When you asked me to be your lover, I thought you were really in love with me. All this time, you have never been rude or anything like that to me. But, it turns out I was too stupid because I believed that everything you do is based on love,” Delia said then again laughed loudly.
Fortunately the park tonight is not so crowded that no one makes their debate as an interesting spectacle.
“Sorry, Delia. I really can't fall in love with you,” Ansel said with a tired sigh.
“Because you've fallen in love with Clara? Am I right, Ansel?” ask Delia. Unable to get an answer from Ansel, he again urged the man, “Jawab, Ansel! You love Clara, ‘kan? And that's why you can't love me. Yes, ‘kan?!”
Ansel took a deep breath, then raised his head. “Yes, you're right, Delia. I do love Clara,” Ansel replied in the end.
Ansel fell silent, letting Delia abuse him. Let Delia take out all her heart so that the girl is relieved so that tomorrow Ansel does not need to think about tonight because there will be nothing else that stands in Delia's heart. At least that's what's on Ansel's mind right now.
“You don't know yourself, Ansel. You should have realized Clara was your niece. The relationship between nephew and uncle is forbidden. Not only violating immoral norms, but also prohibited by religion!” maki Delia, hoping that Ansel will realize if the decision is something wrong.
But, no. Delia's words will not be able to shake Ansel's unanimous decision. The man has decided to end his relationship with Delia and will fight for his feelings for Clara. He would not be affected by Delia's words just like that.
“I don't understand why you prefer to love your own niece. You are absolutely crazy, Ansel!” delia Maki.
Ansel nodded his head, then stood up. Delia also stood up.
“Originally you know, Delia ... Clara is not my biological niece,” said Ansel then left Delia who pecked in the park due to surprise with his words.
*****
The girl was sitting on the high chair of a bar while gulping down the liquor she ordered. I don't know how many glasses of alcohol he's holding up, he doesn't know. The girl's head was circling, the girl could only lean her head on the table because she could no longer support her head.
“One more glass!” delia to the bartender.
The bartender who saw that Delia was drunk was hesitant to give Delia a drink. He felt sorry for the girl because from earlier Delia had started to mingle unclear.
“Nona, are you having any problems?” ask bartender.
“Not your business! You better give me my drink,” exclaimed Delia annoyed.
“If you have a problem, just tell me. I might be able to give you a solution,” said the bartender.