I Love You My Step Mother
Crushed

Andrian POV

It's been three days for Siska to stay at home, and it's been a little annoying to me, because I can't be alone with Ms. Alfira. I don't know, I should be happy with Siska's presence, but I don't know why she's even being a bitch between the two of us.

Almost nine months Siska was my girlfriend, I should have started to love her, but the fact is I can't move on from Bu Al. My heart is still owned by him, even though he now belongs to me. Raga Bu Alfira is not mine, but her heart is for me.

This feeling was mixed when I found out that Ms. Alfira also loved me, happy because of the love that was avenged. Feeling guilty for Siska, I shouldn't have made her run away if I couldn't love her in the end.

For papa of course, I feel a little sorry for papa because his love claps one hand. But it was all Papa's fault, wasn't it?  Why should you marry Alfira so soon without asking Ms Al about love or not?

What's wrong with what I did to Alfira? Was it a mistake when we secretly stole time outside? Is it wrong when we lie to each other? Was I wrong when we expressed love for each other and expressed longing at all times?

Are we outrageous when we haven't been able to open our hearts to others?

Nah! It's not both of us's fault! Blame it on love, why should this love be anchored to the wrong person? If we weren't destined to have each other why would that sense remain firmly entrenched in there? So, just blame love, don't blame the one who loves!

Twenty minutes I was in the bathroom, feeling the chill of the shower to clear my raging mind.

This body has started to shiver because it is not usually the air in the morning is now this cold. I pulled the faucet to turn off the water shower and then I took a towel that hung to cover half my body and a small towel to dry my hair.

When I opened the bathroom door, I saw Siska sitting on the edge of the bed. How long has he been in my room?

I frowned because there was something strange when I saw it was not as usual. Siska sat glued in silence, her gaze was out of nowhere and the expression on her face was hard to explain, empty.

I tried to get close to him. "Siska?" However, he did not answer. "Why you?" Siska was still unmoved not responding.

My mind wonders what exactly is going on? The girl who was always cheerful and energetic when she was near me, suddenly changed.

I tried to hold her hand, but she immediately brushed me off in shock. "Please motherfucker!"

Didn't these ears hear wrong? Siska just called me 'fuck?' "You why the hell? I don't understand it."

Highlight Siska's eyes glared sharply at me. As if implying hatred that I don't know why. However, I saw a puddle in his eyes. The petals slowly began to shed tears. I'm stunned confused.

"Did I make a mistake?"

Plaque!

Seconds later Siska slapped my cheek hard with all her emotions to the point that my head fell to the left. Oh, my God, it feels hot and painful. I looked back at him with question marks. I want an explanation from him but Siska is like this.

"Siska tell me exactly why are you?” I tried to hold his hand, again he brushed it off.

"Don't hold my hand! I'm disgusted by you! I'm disgusted!" scream with tears pouring out. Siska crying. My heart suddenly felt bad.

"Siska!" I shouted as he suddenly ran out of the room. I was glued for a while before I could finally wake myself up. I opened the closet and I took the shirt and pants and then I quickly put them on.

In a hurry I stepped foot into the guest room and found Siska tidying her clothes to the suitcase. Siska's tears grew unstoppable, flowing down her cheeks. Siska's bowed head made it easier for the tears to fall.

"Evil," she shrieked in between cries. Occasionally Siska pulls snot and wipes it with the back of her hand.

Slowly I swing my feet toward him, come closer to try to calm him down and ask him to explain what all this means?

"Siska please don't do this, I don't understand what's really going on? Why are you like this? Did I make a mistake? Please answer me."

After I finished cleaning up my clothes and closed the suitcase, Siska immediately left but I quickly blocked her.

"Clearly I was the same why are you suddenly like this?" I blocked his movement in the doorway.

"Not out?!" the door was raucous, I shook my head.

"You don't go, explain me first why you?" I asked with a face-to-face plea.

"Soge away."

"No!" I'm shaking.

Siska let out a long breath. Highlight those furious sharp eyes as if piercing the deepest recesses of my heart. "You're a jerk!" lantang.

I'm evil? Frowning I don't understand.

I bounced to the floor as Siska suddenly pushed my body strong enough. I got up and went after him despite the pain, but the important stupidity was that I was able to catch up with Siska. I saw Siska limping along while pushing the suitcase downstairs and definitely towards the exit.

My steps were also blocked when Siska's steps suddenly stopped right at the time of crossing with Ms. Alfira in the middle room. Siska looked at Bu Alfira sharply, but the roar of tears still filled her face. Ms. Alfira looked at Siska confused.

At a glance Ms. Alfira looked at me, her gaze full of question marks indicating she asked me for an explanation of what happened with Siska. I nodded because I didn't know it myself.

Long enough Siska looked at Ms. Alfira without a word, she sauntered away towards him just like that. I followed him, passing through Miss Alfira who was still silent stood in astonishment.

Until being on the porch, apparently there was a papa who had just returned from the office. Papa frowned when he found Siska walking pushing the suitcase out of the house with a bitter cry.

"Lho, why is Siska you?" asked Papa gently while holding both shoulders of Siska.

Siska was silent in the middle of her uncontrollable sobbing, she stared at papa nanar.

"Excuse me Om Siska wants to go home" he said, wiping away tears.

"But why are you crying?"

Siska turned to look at me, I was scattered and swallowed the coarse saliva as papa looked at me with his jaw starting to harden. Pestilent.

"Ask the child, Om." After that Siska passed away leaving me and papa who was still glued to the spot.

"Are you Andrian?!" snapped Papa at me.

"Andrian doesn't know, Pa," I said a little scared. This heart is beating suddenly.

"Hurry and get her home!"

"Y-yes, Pa." Rushing over I ran over to Siska who had disappeared and had already walked out of the gate of the house.

I was late when Siska had entered a black BMW, apparently calling the private driver to pick her up.

Free to chase after him, the car drove quickly. I let out an irregular sigh, pecking at the side of the road. Look at the speed of the car that slowly moves away by leaving a lot of question marks.